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Otago Daily Times, Issue 27300, 28 January 1950, Page 1

ism "LORD TONY" LOOKS BETTER LASTS LONGER

BUSINESS ANNOUNCEMENTS JT REALLY IS WONDERFUL How quickly .the grey hairs gradually disappear after a few applications of " HENDY’S HAIR REGENERATOR.” Thousands throughout New Zealand and Australia are regular users. It is not a dye, but quickly restores hair to its natural colour and healthy growth. Price, 4s 6d, from all toilet depots, or post free to any address. PRICE, 4s 6d, from A. M. HENDY, Hair Specialist, Dunedin. Sole Proprietor and Manufacturer. COLOUR used in your bedrooms should be reposeful. See the new Bedroom Wallpapers in Pink, Green and Buff Linen finish at SMITH’S Upstairs Showroom in the Octagon. REGORY & GREGORY (late Gregory and Gore), High street, Engagement Ring Specialists. Room 31, Govt. Life Bldgs., Rattray street; Phone 13-883. Rings guaranteed made in our factory, any design. A Low Ceiling will not stand heavy colour* Use ANVIL .Oil Bound Water Paints in Pastels or White. SMITH & SMITH, LTD., Octagon and South Dunedin. AMATEUR painters should send today for our free booklet of useful hints on Paints and Painting.—Smith and Smith, Ltd., P.O. Box 365, Dunedin. "THE Children’s room must definitely be theirs. Redecorate with Plain Papers and Lucy Attwell motifs from Smith and Smith, Ltd. Verse For Today It’s a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds’ cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes, For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills, And April’s in the west wind, and ' daffodils. f It’s a. fine land, the west land, for hearts as tired as mine, Apple orchards blossom there, and the air’s like wine. There is a cool green grass there, where men may lie at rest, And the thrushes are in song there, fluting from the nest. It’s the white road westwards is the road I must tread To the green grass, 'the cool grass, the rest for heart and head, To the violets and the warm hearts and the thrushes’ song, In the fine land, the west land, the land where I belong. From “The West Wind,” by John Masefield, 1878—