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Waikato Independent, Volume XXXVI, Issue 3422, 20 February 1936, Page 2

“Lunime!” said the bus driver, as a mate of his climbed up alongside, “Wot’s wrong, old cobber? You look as if you was goin’ to your own funeral, or somefin’ ! Why don’t you learn to smoke and make your miserable life ’appy? What? Don’t fink you could? ’Ow do you know if you never tried? Take it from me there’s nothin’ ’arf so sweet in life as a pipe of good bacca—toasted, of course, ’cause there aiiv’t no bacco in it wif toasted. Try Rivcrhead Gold. J.t makes bosker cigarettes, but does well in a pipe. So does Desert Gold, there’s Cavendish, Navy Cut No. 3 When you want somefin’ stronger (Bulldog), or Cut Plug No. 10 (Bullshead). Once you start to smoke toasted you won’t want to leave it orf. It fair gets you! ’Armless, too. No nicotine in toasted. ’Ow do I know? ’Cause I smoke it meself. Gettin’ orf? Well, ta ta! Likewise so long and cheerio! You’ll live to thank me for giving you the straight griffin abai toasted!” And so he did!*