—" Mamma, what docs it mean when you're wined and dined?" "That's an oboslete term, Harold. Now you are only grape juiced and cornbreaded." There's nothing like butter for bread, There's nothing like leather for boots, There's nothing for bullets like lead, There's nothing grows timber like roots. On foregone conclusions like- these, To argue is cussedness pure; •Tis as certain for colds you'll find ease In Woods' Great Peppermint Cure.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3413, 13 August 1919, Page 54
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70Page 54 Advertisements Column 1 Otago Witness, Issue 3413, 13 August 1919, Page 54
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