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I used to be a martyr to bronchitis, A victim sad of. winter ills and'- ails, Till I was told by Chatty Mis Jiightls, Of a remedy that really never fails. The Winter time now scarcely seems to try me, Tho; I sometimes get a twinge, you /may be. sure; But. I always keep a large sized bottle . by me, . Of Woods' ACrreat Peppermint Cure.

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Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XLV, Issue 14607, 17 May 1918, Page 6

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Page 6 Advertisements Column 3 Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XLV, Issue 14607, 17 May 1918, Page 6

Page 6 Advertisements Column 3 Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XLV, Issue 14607, 17 May 1918, Page 6