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Timaru Herald, Volume CXLIV, Issue 20984, 12 March 1938, Page 3

“The two most agreeablest words in the langwidge?” remarked the bus driver as he started the old bus is ‘wot’s yours?’—when somebody else sez ’em to you. Yuss, I just been ’aving a quick one. And now for a smoke I Wot? Don’t smoke? Well I’m blowed! Injewrious? No fear! That’s a ‘fairy, that is, Mister! The poet sez there’s nuffin’ ’arf so sweet in life as luv’s young dream. But ’e’s wrong! The sweetest thing in life, bar none, is a smoke. I orta know! Been smoking fer donkeys ’ears! You try it Mister! It’s never too late to learn. Start on Riverhead Gold; it makes luvly cigarettes. but smokes sweet in a pipe. Ditto Desert Gold. Later you kin sample Cavendish, or Navy Cut Plug No. 3 (Bulldog), Bosker! Arter that there’s my pertickler fancy Cut Plug No. 10 (Bullshead). Full strength. They can’t ’urt yer. They’re toasted. You learn Mister and when you’re puffing away all yer troubles you’ll call down blessin’s on my ’ead. Won’t charge you nuffin fer the tip but its worth maney So long ”