“Let me pop it on your finger ' Where the wedding ring will oe. Will you? Won’t you? Will you? ilooey I will you marry me?” That’S' what Sammie said to Sadie, While she sighed in rapture pure; Now she’s bending over baby Mixing Woods’ Peppermint Cure.— (Advt.) ITS Delicious You'l! like rf.too I!
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Southland Times, Issue 18810, 1 May 1920, Page 11
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53Page 11 Advertisements Column 1 Southland Times, Issue 18810, 1 May 1920, Page 11
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