Tiw tailor was ill with a dangerous chill, And Jus breath came in fluttering pants." ° His life, so they said, just hum; by a thread. For tho doctor had Murmured "no chance. No words can ex-" press " his awful distil But it seems" that he nut up a fight'-' Ho took the thing sure, Woods' Peppermint Dure. "Sow," "needless" to fay, ho got right, — The post office suffers from its own ■ perfections. It doc 6ao much work k> well that wo get into tho habit of expecting great things from it. So far from being pleased with its gcod service,. wo confine ourselves to expressing intonse annoyance jif it-ever departs-in any degree front its ' usual oicellccßpo-Jigilj Dispatch,
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Otago Daily Times, Issue 14926, 31 August 1910, Page 5
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117Page 5 Advertisements Column 2 Otago Daily Times, Issue 14926, 31 August 1910, Page 5
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