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Wairarapa Times-Age, 6 May 1938, Page 12

“What’s up, Bill?” asked the “fare” of his old pal, the bus driver. “You look as if you’d pawned your luck and lost the ticket!” “Ain’t ’ad' a smoke for a blanky week, George,” said the bus driver, gloomily, “an’ doin’ wifout me pipe don’t suit me constitooshun. The missus, she sez, spending money on ’bacca is just chucking it away. She don’t smoke ’erself. That’s why.” “’Ave a smoke along o’ me,” suggested George genially, producing a tin. The bus driver’s eyes glistened. “My word!” he said, “me fav’rite brand! Cut Plug No. 10. Can’t resist that, George!” He filled up, lit up, and in ten minutes was a different man. “Ah!” he said at last, “I chucked me Cut Plug No. 10 to please the missus. Now I’m taking it on again to please meself —and this time it’s for keeps!” Absence makes tlie lieart grow fonder, so does abstinence, sometimes, especially if it’s abstinence from “toasted”—whether you smoke Cut Plug No. 10 (Bullshead), Cavendish, Navy Cut No. 3 (Bulldog), Riverhead Gold” or Desert Gold. 713