I love the silver tracery of the moon, The sunshiiie painting golden gems at noon, I love the sighing wind, the zephyr soft, The wee soft cloudlets scurrying by aloft. I love to feel the wondrous glow of health, And if a cold slioidd came to me by stealth, I never let the miscreant foe mature. But fight him fair with Wood’s Great Peppermint Cure. —Advt.
Permanent link to this item
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/AG19330912.2.93.1
Bibliographic details
Ashburton Guardian, Volume 53, Issue 284, 12 September 1933, Page 7
Word Count
66Page 7 Advertisements Column 1 Ashburton Guardian, Volume 53, Issue 284, 12 September 1933, Page 7
Using This Item
Ashburton Guardian Ltd is the copyright owner for the Ashburton Guardian. You can reproduce in-copyright material from this newspaper for non-commercial use under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International licence (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0). This newspaper is not available for commercial use without the consent of Ashburton Guardian Ltd. For advice on reproduction of out-of-copyright material from this newspaper, please refer to the Copyright guide.
Log in