Drowsing as dawn’s faint flush suffused the sky. I hoard a voice within tho tavern cry—- “ Awake, my little ones I ’Tis almost day, The Tapstei waits, the score remains to pay.” “Our husky tones proclaim aloud that we Have rocked the night with riant revelry. Before we greet the lone Muezzin’s call. There's Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure for nil'”
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXVI, Issue 110, 22 April 1936, Page 6
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60Page 6 Advertisements Column 6 Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXVI, Issue 110, 22 April 1936, Page 6
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