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Drowsing as dawn’s faint flush suffused the sky, I heard a voice within the tavern cry—■ “Awake, my little ones! ’Tis almost day, The Tapster waits, the score remains to pay.’’ “Our husky tones proclaim aloud that we Have rocked the night with riant revelry. Before we greet the lone Muezzin’s call, There’s Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure

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Wairarapa Age, 18 June 1936, Page 7

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Page 7 Advertisements Column 2 Wairarapa Age, 18 June 1936, Page 7

Page 7 Advertisements Column 2 Wairarapa Age, 18 June 1936, Page 7