A SOLEMN WARNING.

Waipukurau Press, Volume XXII, Issue 212, 8 November 1926, Page 6

A SOLEMN WARNING.

Breathes there a man with wit so dead, Who never to himself hath said, “My trade of late is getting bad, I’ll run another ten-inch ad.”

If such there be, go mark him well, For him no bank account Shall swell; No angels watch the golden stair To welcome home the millionaire. w

The man who never asks for trade By local ad or line displayed, Cares more for rest than worldly gain, And patronage but gives him pain.

Tread lightly, friends, let no sound Disturb his solitude profound; Here lot him live in calm repose. A man who never rose.

Married ladies who arc wise should enocuragc their husbands to sriioke. The beneficent influence of the “weed” has been known to loosen the pursestrings in the most surprising manner. Many a wife has learned by experience that the best time to approach “Father” when a little cheque is wanted is while ho is in full enjoyment of his after-dinner pipe, and is feeling at peace with all the world! —especially - if he smokes our famous New' Zealandgrown tobacco. Most of the imported brands contain a tremendous lot o' nicotine —and that is bad. The pares' tobaccos going are the New* Zealand ones. Owing to the leaf being toaster (quite a novelty) their flavour an< aroma are unusually dew-lcpe 1 . and as they contain very little nmo'me they may bo smoked all day long with out fear of consequences. They appea' to all tastes. If you like a fine aromatic try “Riverhead Gold”; if you prefer a medium, flavour ask for “Navy Cut” or “Cavendish”; “Cut Plug No. 10” is full strength. 59