The Miser sat amongst his gold. “1 would not part,” he said, “With half a guinea, tho’ my life Were to be forfeited.” But Internal Ailments got him down, His breaths grew short and fewer, ‘Take all I’ve got,” he cried, “But give Me Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.” 16
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Taranaki Daily News, 12 September 1934, Page 8
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49Page 8 Advertisements Column 2 Taranaki Daily News, 12 September 1934, Page 8
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