Upstarts gorged with gold we see,. Aping airs of pedigree, Whilst the caustic critic still Pricks them with his fountain quill. Upstarts just mere mortals be, Catching cold like you and me; And as prompt relief assure, Taking Woods' Great. Peppermint Cure.
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NZ Truth, Issue 1293, 18 September 1930, Page 2
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42Page 2 Advertisements Column 2 NZ Truth, Issue 1293, 18 September 1930, Page 2
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