Give me a stoup of sparkling wine, Give me a song, a trusty friend. Give me the wiles ot beauty’s smiles, And I'll be happy to the end. But when the head with fever burns. Aud higher creeps the temperature, When chest Is sore, and rest is o'er, Give me Woods' Great Peppermint Cure ALWAYS GOING. A cynic says that the jaws of deatfc have no terror for him —he only feart the jaws of life. He is married.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XLI, Issue 8, 19 August 1908, Page 53
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79Untitled New Zealand Graphic, Volume XLI, Issue 8, 19 August 1908, Page 53
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