j There's sorrow in th* cup for they I Who alcohol their wits awny; I Bnt naught but Joy can ever flow ; From one clear chalice that we know. ; When shattered nerves nnd pain prevail, 1 Its aid is never known to fall. There's gladness In the cup, be sure, I Which gives us Woods' Peppermint Cure.
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Auckland Star, Volume LIII, Issue 227, 25 September 1922, Page 8
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57Page 8 Advertisements Column 1 Auckland Star, Volume LIII, Issue 227, 25 September 1922, Page 8
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