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The songs my mother taught to me I learned while perched upon her knee; And though they be but simple rhymes, I croon them fondly still at times. 'Tie then I realise and know Tire, debt of love to her 1 owe; And how well justified and sure Her faith in Woods' Great Peppermint i ' Cure.

Nip that cold in the bud by treating it instantly with "NAZOL." Taken on sugar or inhaled, "NAZOL" never fails.

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Page 5 Advertisements Column 2, Ashburton Guardian, Volume XXXIX, Issue 9602, 6 May 1919

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Page 5 Advertisements Column 2 Ashburton Guardian, Volume XXXIX, Issue 9602, 6 May 1919

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