A SOLDIER'S LETTER

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 8, Issue 77, 1 June 1945, Page 2

A SOLDIER'S LETTER

By Ul.j.'M

When }'on arc dearest, And feel you can no more endure, Put your head whore il is nearest To the heart that will ensure You of true love's .soothing dreams, Whispering groves and cooling streams. Gently and lor ever chasing, Will my hand smooth down your hair ; No more hardship no more racing From your sorrows : lose all care. Searching lips will close your eyes : No more worry no more sighs. When you are dreaming sweetly, Emerging from unwanted groove, Finding peace completely, fn future plan's your mind does move. The dreams you missed are not I'orlorn } Don't worry dearest greet the morn.

A pessimistic person lias been writing to a London paper to complain that things have changed for the worse since he was, young. He growls that there are no novels worth reading now no plays worth seeing no liquor worth drinking, and no tobacco worth smoking! The old are hard to please. No tobacco worth smoking eh? Well, New Zealanders at any rate tell another >:tory! They arc proud of the Dominion tobacco, and often say it's equal is not to be found—a verdict repeatedly endorsed by visiting experts. "The Jlavour is exquisite," said one, "and the bouquet appeals to all .judges of good tobacco." The secret of its excellence, lies- largely in its comparative freedom from the poisonous nicotine. It is roasted, or toasted. No other tobacco is. There arc six brands: Kiverhead Gold Des--5 ert Gold Pocket Edition, Navy Cut No. Cavendish and Cut Plug No. 10, also tailormades. Our pessimistic friend should certainly sample it. If he does he will assuredly change his tune, and admit that there is still tobacco to be had "worth smoking."