“Lullaby Lane” is sleep way, Fav from the clamour at close of day. Shadows come creeping as sunbeams wane. In the twilight of “Lullaby Lane.” Softly the zephyrs sigh tlir’ the trees. Hushing the whispers of birds and been. No colds in “Lullaby Lane” endure— Mamma lias Woods’ Croat Peppermint Cure.
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Feilding Star, Volume 9, Issue 3798, 16 August 1932, Page 5
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51Page 5 Advertisements Column 5 Feilding Star, Volume 9, Issue 3798, 16 August 1932, Page 5
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