“Let me pop It on your finger Where the wedding ring will be. Will you? Won’t you? Will you? Honey ! Will you marry me?” That’s what Sammic said to Sadie, While she sighed in rapture pure; Now she’s bonding over baby Mixing Woods’ Peppermint Cure.
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Manawatu Standard, Volume XLIII, Issue 1887, 11 August 1920, Page 5
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45Page 5 Advertisements Column 3 Manawatu Standard, Volume XLIII, Issue 1887, 11 August 1920, Page 5
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