He talked of this, he talked of that, He talked of everything; He talked like twenty_ phonographs. And then began to sing. "But yesterday," he told his friends. "You saw'me dumb and dour— The reason I am voce 1 , now Is Wood's Ores-* Peppermint Curs!"
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Oamaru Mail, Volume XXXIX, Issue 12283, 9 July 1914, Page 5
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45Page 5 Advertisements Column 3 Oamaru Mail, Volume XXXIX, Issue 12283, 9 July 1914, Page 5
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