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Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVI, Issue 1219, 12 March 1914, Page 4

THE EMPIRE AGENCIES. PALMERSTON NORTH. Telephone No. 709. P.O. Box 266. NEW ZEALAND Agents for the popular “Catspaw” Rubber Hee's. Tread-Air Hee' Cushions. Foster Combination Arch Support and Tread-Air Hee' Cushion. ASK YOUR BOOTMAKER FOR THEM. Some bootmakers will offer you other brands, which they say are “just as good.” Don’t believe them. We are also agents for the NO BATTERY ELECTRIC BELL. Most useful shop and door be'l ever invented. Cannot get out of order. The LIQUID SOAP DISPENSERS and LIQUID SOAP. “EVER-READY” Clothes Lme. The indoor clothes line. The SIMMONS FOLDING CHAIR. The ‘ VICTOR” Copper Hot Water Bottle. Perfectly leak proof. “FITZALL” Wrenches. The Wonderful “MIRROSCOPE.” Gas, acetylene or electricity. The greatest means of amusement, education and entertainment. Inspection or correspondence Telephone No. 709. P.O. Box 266. Van Nout&n’s Cocoa So Much in Such a little Space STRENGTH, PURITV DIGESTIBILITY AND DELICIOUS * FLAVOUR Invited. BEST & GOES FARTHEST.

SINCE YOU ASK for my opinion, there’s no tea in the Dominion tastier, wholesomer or purer than the peerless Suratura. Take this precious tip from me.”—B. Kerdoodle Blobbs, M.D. THEY SCATTERED much salt on the tail of the shark ; but he wouldn’t be caught—not he ! But he came like a flash (than this fact there’s none surer) when they baited the net with some good Suratura. AY A NKEE who travelled with eggs got cramp in full half of his legs. But he tried Suratura, that sovereign curer, and now he skips gaily, i’ fegs ! HERE’S MANY A MAN chews hominy who’s bowed with bitter grief ’cause he can’t get his Suratura Tea. nHHERB WAS a coy damsel named 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. BEHOLD the Emperor of Rome! He couldn’t well be poorer. He’s born alas ! the luckless loon I—full twenty centuries too soon—He has no Suratura! rjIHE GOLLYWOG- sighed ’neath the 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 hii griefs, did he ! 11a

THE MARK OP 75 YEARS REPUTATION Jill iw SffIWAPFS TTie Purest spirit In the world