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 there, To argue is cussedness pure; ’Tis as certain for colds you’ll find ease In Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.
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Taranaki Herald, Volume LXVII, Issue 16463, 16 June 1919, Page 3
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47Page 3 Advertisements Column 1 Taranaki Herald, Volume LXVII, Issue 16463, 16 June 1919, Page 3
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