There was a young lady named Astor, Whose clothes fitted just like a plaster; When she happened to sneeze, She felt a' cold breeze, And knew she had met with disaster.
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Grey River Argus, 10 September 1941, Page 7
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31Page 7 Advertisements Column 1 Grey River Argus, 10 September 1941, Page 7
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