Low in the east behold the crimson moon, And o’er the sullen sea its sombre trail, As in the west the stars ’mid purple swo®n, A warning presage of the coming gale. Along the range the tall gums toss and sway, [ There’s icy rain and tempest to ' endure. When dreary influenza comes your way Take Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure. (1)
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Putaruru Press, Volume IV, Issue 133, 20 May 1926, Page 1
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60Page 1 Advertisements Column 2 Putaruru Press, Volume IV, Issue 133, 20 May 1926, Page 1
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