I love the silver tracery of the moon, The sunshine painting golden gems at noon. I love the sighing wind, the zephyr soft. The wee soft cloudlets scurrying by aloft. I love to feel the wondrous glow of health. And if a cold should come to me by stealth. I never let the miscreant foe mature, Bnt fight him fair with Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.—26.
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Manawatu Herald, Volume LIII, Issue 4260, 4 November 1933, Page 3
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65Page 3 Advertisements Column 1 Manawatu Herald, Volume LIII, Issue 4260, 4 November 1933, Page 3
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