The night was cold, loud was his bark, For he'd been sleeping in the park; A friendly policeman heat'd him yell, iAnd made him "comfy" in the cell. Next morn before the beak he stood; His Worship thought- he looked demure, -^ told him to begone and get Woods' Great Peppermint Cure. —Adrvt
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Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume LXV, Issue LXV, 20 June 1913, Page 5
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52Page 5 Advertisements Column 2 Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume LXV, Issue LXV, 20 June 1913, Page 5
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