My trousseau is ready to carry Whenever my wedding may be, „ For “ I’m going to marry my Harry If my Harry will marry me. My glory-box holds every treasure The heart of a girl can allure, And for colds what I prize beyond measure— Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure, (o)
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Putaruru Press, Volume VI, Issue 232, 12 April 1928, Page 4
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49Page 4 Advertisements Column 3 Putaruru Press, Volume VI, Issue 232, 12 April 1928, Page 4
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