The Miser sat amongst his gold, “I 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.*
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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 77, Issue 153, 30 June 1934, Page 9
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48Page 9 Advertisements Column 2 Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 77, Issue 153, 30 June 1934, Page 9
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