The carpenter saw that ins wife was ill; "Pis plane,' said lie, you've caught a chill; Now, as a ' rule,' you look so strong, It worries me when something's wrong. To cure those 'cramps,' and that sore ' chest,' I'll ' straight '-way do my 'level' best. The best of 'Woods' I will secure, A bottle of his Great Peppermint Cure.
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New Zealand Tablet, 14 April 1910, Page 584
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59Page 584 Advertisement 1 New Zealand Tablet, 14 April 1910, Page 584
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