The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 10, Issue 8 (November 1, 1935)
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“That's a nice pipe of yours,” remarked a passenger by the Tauranga express to a fellow traveller. The man addressed pulled the handsome silver mounted calabash he was smoking out of his mouth and regarded it fondly. “I won that there in a raffle,” he said, “and I wouldn't take two notes for it.” “Looks worth it, too,” said the other. “I smoke a humble cherry-wood myself” (with a laugh), “but I'm more particular about my tobacco than I am about my pipe.” “Then I reckon you smoke something special?” “I do—the best—Cut Plug No. 10. I'm always smoking but that's alright. No nicotine to worry about in ‘toasted’.” “I believe you,” said the calabash owner, with a grin, “smoke it myself, only mine's Cavendish. But I agree—you can't beat toasted.” It would be interesting to know how often that or something similar is said every day! For there certainly is no tobacco to compare with the real toasted—Cut Plug No. 10 (Bullshead), Cavendish, Navy Cut No. 3 (Bul dog), Riverhead Gold and Desert Gold.*
These two photographs cover several chapters in transport evolution. Mr. James Cowan has told how, before the outbreak of the Waikato War in 1863, the Maoris objected to the road the soldiers were making. Have we not (said the Maoris) our rivers and our canoes? … Less than fifty years after the Waikato War the Main Trunk railway, traversing the heart of the King Country was complete; Rotorua was linked by rail long before that; and numerous rivers were crossed by such massive bridges as this over the Waikato at Hamilton. Canoe traffic has almost passed. Yet still Ngaruawahia, of regatta fame, can revive old glories.
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