Somewhere amid the restless, singing throng That ebbs and flows the city streets along. Somewhere is waiting, pensive and unknown, The little girl whom Fate may make your own. Somewhere amid that tide of grief and mirth Are some whose share in life has little worth, Gassy™.? and chilled till life can scarce endure— Needing the aid of Woods’ Peppermint Cure.
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New Zealand Times, Volume XLIX, Issue 11302, 30 August 1922, Page 8
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61Page 8 Advertisements Column 7 New Zealand Times, Volume XLIX, Issue 11302, 30 August 1922, Page 8
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