Page 4 Advertisements Column 2

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXV, Issue 1146, 16 September 1913, Page 4

A. D. ADMORE, (Late F. E. Jenks.) PAINTER, PAPERHANGER, 3IGNWRITER, DECOR ATER & PICTURE FRAMER. HAVING had many years exoerience with some of the leading firms in Australia and New Zealand I am prepared to undertake painting, house decorating and paperhanging in all its branches. No job too large or too small. Estimates furnished. Only the highest quality materials used and satisfaction guaranteed. The latest assortment of wall papers, ceiling decorations and freizes to select from. PICTURES mounted and framed. A fine range of mouldings. ARTISTIC SIGNWRITING A SPECIALITY. ADDRESS; CLYDE ST., (Late F. E. Jenks’ Premises.)

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