Page 4 Advertisements Column 2

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXV, Issue 1147, 18 September 1913, Page 4

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SINCE YOU ASK for my opinion, there’s no tea in the Dominion tastier, wholesomcr or purer than the peerless Suratura. Take this precious lip from me.”—R. Kcrdoodlc Rlobbs, M.D. THEY SCATTERED much salt on the tail of the shark ; but he wouldn’t be caught—not he,! Rut he came like a flash (than this fact there’s none surer) when they baited the net with some good Suratura. A YANKEE- who travelled with eggs got cramp in full half of his legs. But he tried Suratura, that sovereign carer, and now he skips gaily, i’ fogs ! THERE’S MANY A MAN chews hominy who's bowed with bitter trrief ’cause he can’t get his Suratura Tea. HHHERE WAS a coy damsel named J- Hocking, who sold her last frock, her last stocking, in order to get Suratura. Sweet pet! Had she got common tea, : t had been shocking. ■DEHOLD the Emperor of Romo! -D H e couldn’t well be poorer. He’s born—alas! the luckless loon !—full twenty centuries too soon—He has no Suratura ! • PTIHE GOLLYWOG sighed ’neath the ■ -J- peering moon, a piteous sight to see. He sighed for the love of a goat, poor loon, and grief and despair might have killed him soon, but he drank Suratura Tea : then he scoffed at his griefs, did he ! Jla