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[ROBERT R. CALDER]

Having long ago replaced an alto saxophone with a curved Peterson pipe (much improvement in sound, I gather) I used to frequent a city tobacconist  -- before I became one of too select a number and the shop was closed, a formerly local concern latterly run as a concessionare. The now head office of the larger firm, I was told by the usual man behind the counter, had for some years been paying money to a racket well worth smoking out, in respect of royalties due for the public broadcasting which went on when this expert on the legal weed or a colleague was listening to a radio.  All this emerged when I arrived one day and the place was silent.The normal background had been a cassette or CD in a ghettoblaster, and actually by people out of range of tobacco fumes, or royalties.
A visit had actually been paid to the shop by a creepresentative of the screwalty collectors andthe suggestion made that head office had not been covering all possibilities with their regular donation. So the manager removed even the ghettoblaster, lest any cheep seep unpaid-for into the ears of a snuff-taker or leaf-burner.