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Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 10, Issue 18, 30 August 1946, Page 2

“My birthday today,” he said with a broad grin, as he blew in, “and a few of the lads are coming along tonight to celebrate. Whoopee! Yes, Ive got everything ready! The fatted calf will be there, the drinks are ordered, and all I want now is a bit of baccy. Something extra special. Get me? Say half a pound. We’re all pipe smokers.” “0.K.,” said the tobacconist, as he weighed up the weed. “If you and your cobbers don’t like this, call me a Dutchman!” Next week the festive one popped in again with “Say! Don’t know what that baccy was you handed out the other day, but all the lads wanted to know the brand, and couldn’t say—didn’t know myself.” . The tobacconist smiled. “Cut Plug No. 10 (Bullshead),” he said. “Knew you’d like it. Everybody does. It’s toasted, same as Navy Cut No. 3 (Bulldog), Cavendish, Riverhead Gold, Desert Gold, also tailormades. They’re all best sellers! Talk about bouquet! Can you beat it—l ask you?” “You’ve said it, boss! Let’s have another half-pound! That’s baccy, that is!”