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A doctor w;is called to see a testy aristocrat. “Well, sir, what’s the matter?’’ lie asked cheerfully. “That, sir,” growled the patient glaring, “is for you to find out.” “I see,” said the doctor thoughtfully. “Well, if you’ll excuse me for an hour or so, I’ll go along and fetch a friend of mine—a vet. lie s the only chap I know who can make a diagnosis without asking questions.” light Lumbago successfully with Mackenzie’s Menthoids. 80 for 6/6. —Nees, Chemist, Hardy-st. Who sneezed just then? Tell him about Brodie’s Kanatox, 4/- bottle.—Nees, Chemist, Hardjr*p&

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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXIV, 5 August 1931, Page 6

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Page 6 Advertisements Column 3 Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXIV, 5 August 1931, Page 6

Page 6 Advertisements Column 3 Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXIV, 5 August 1931, Page 6