Sing me the songs my mother sung to me. Tell me the ties she told me at her knee; Old friends are best, oil, love them while ye may, The air is sweetest at the close of day, “Old friends are bost? ! ’ —Aye! what words could be truer. Than that old friend, Woods’ Peppermint Cure.
WhaCs the Gooi Cut-glass Decan without Perfection v Like a rinj wi'hout Perfection is the je drinks. Priceless in Antique in smoot! mellowness. Set in a ra o( which Peifcction i alone know the secret.
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Bay of Plenty Times, Volume LIII, Issue 8686, 13 September 1924, Page 3
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