The cry of “backsheesh!” and (lu* snarling ours My ogress from the calm' bazflar deters, As stirred to scorn the Fellahlu 1 curse Who tug the silken tassel of my purse. Laden with treasure from the mart of trade, I seek the shelter of (lie cedar's shade; And there relieve the hoarseness I endure With soothing Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.
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Feilding Star, Volume 9, Issue 3758, 29 June 1932, Page 5
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60Page 5 Advertisements Column 2 Feilding Star, Volume 9, Issue 3758, 29 June 1932, Page 5
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