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Taranaki Central Press, Volume IV, Issue 354, 8 February 1937, Page 7

I “Tell me,’’ said the ladylike young man in the Knickerbocker suit, as he gazed curiously at the bus-driver’s ancient briar, “Does smoking really afford you any pleasure?” “Not ’arf,” replied the bus-driver. “I once smoked half a pipe of black twist,” confided the innocent, “and it—it—” “Turned you up?” said the bus-driver. “It would!” “Isi}’t smoking very injurious?” ventured the youth. “Haven’t noticed it,” said the bus-driver, “but there, I always smoke Cut Plug No. 10. Not a ’apworth of ’arm in that. It’s toasted —like all the genuwine brands. You start Wif cigarettes, Mister. <Git some River’ead Gold—finest cigarette bacca out. No error —then tackle Cavendish, Navy Cut No. 3 (Bulldog), and later Cut Plug No. 10 (Bullshead). See?” “But what’s the good of smoking?” “It’s only the greatest pleasure in life,” said the bus-driver. “I'll really havte to think about it/” /said the ladylike young man, as he climbed down.“ “That’s right,” said the busdriver, “but don’t think too hard—• might make your ’ead ache!, Ta Ta!/’ 1