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Rotorua Morning Post, Volume 2, Issue 261, 28 June 1932, Page 6

"If my 'usband was a man," said the massive lady to the party opposite in the Hamilton train, "he'd pull your nose! I know I'm old-fashioned," (with .a sniff), "but the idea of you smokinff in the presence of a lady! You are certainly no S'entleman.'' "No gentleman?" murmured the c.ulprit apologetically, "dear, dear! Sorry! but there, dear Madam, neither are you! Possihly you don't know this is a smoking- carriage?" The train stopped. Snorting disdamfully the "lydy" grabbing her little hushand, changed carriages. "Talces all sorts to make a world." said the smoker. The man addressed laughed. "By the way," he said, "may I ask what tobacco you are smoking? Smells delicious!" "It is, sir, Toasted New Zealand Cavendish. The toasting accounts for "the bouquet. Some baccies are full of nicotine. Toasted isn't. That's why you can smoke it till the eows come home. It's harmless. Many brands? No. Only four: Riverhead Gold, Navy Cut No. 3, Cavendish' and Gut Plug No. 10." They were still talking tobacco when the train arrived at Hamilton.