Poor Solomon Stead lay sick in- his bed, ’Twas a cold that ho’d contracted, With lungs like lead he was all but dead, And his wife was nigh distracted. i Overcome with grief she shock like j a leaf, i But such anguish was premature, I Her mother rushed in, replacing j hot gin With Woods’ Great Peppermint! Cure, •
Permanent link to this item
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/RAMA19160814.2.26.6
Bibliographic details
Rangitikei Advocate and Manawatu Argus, Volume XLI, Issue 11646, 14 August 1916, Page 4
Word Count
59Page 4 Advertisements Column 6 Rangitikei Advocate and Manawatu Argus, Volume XLI, Issue 11646, 14 August 1916, Page 4
Using This Item
See our copyright guide for information on how you may use this title.