Beside the flowing bowl, come sit with ‘me; Heed not the Koran! It Is naught to thee. One soothing draught of nectar gives more bliss Than all the rapture of the hourl’s kiss. Life's fleeting span is meant tor hours'of Joy, When doubts and dogmas add no sour alloy. And for our colds we certain ease assure With treasured Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure. —Advt.
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Dominion, Volume 25, Issue 260, 29 July 1932, Page 12
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64Page 12 Advertisements Column 1 Dominion, Volume 25, Issue 260, 29 July 1932, Page 12
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