My trousseau is ready to carry, Whenever my wedding may be, For “I’m going to marry my Harry,’’ If my Harry will marry me, My glory-box holds every treasure The heart of a girl can allure; And, for colds, what I prize beyond measure— Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.* 3
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Horowhenua Chronicle, 21 May 1928, Page 7
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49Page 7 Advertisements Column 2 Horowhenua Chronicle, 21 May 1928, Page 7
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