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Taranaki Central Press, Volume IV, Issue 355, 9 February 1937, Page 7

“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 ’art,” 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!” “Isn’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 Rjver’ead Gold — finest cigarette bacca out. No error —then tackle Cavendish, Navy Cut No. 3 (Bulldog), and later Cut Plug No. 10 (Bullshead). See?” “Bat I what’s the good of smoking?” "It’s ' only the greatest pleasure in life,” said the bus-driver. “I’ll really havie to think about it,'* said the ladylike young man, as lie climbed ’down." “That’s right,” said the busdriver, “but don't think too hard— j might make your ’ead ache! Ta Ta!”

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