Whate’er befalls when our country calls, Not one moment reluctant lap;; Far better be slain in the last wild rush Than survive ’neath an alien flag. Such surfdom we could not endure; Such freedom we could not endure; For in sickness and pain, we’d beg in vain For Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure. 7
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Waipawa Mail, Volume XXXVII, Issue 7919, 16 August 1917, Page 3
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53Page 3 Advertisements Column 3 Waipawa Mail, Volume XXXVII, Issue 7919, 16 August 1917, Page 3
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