Nothing much matters but love vo a fool. Until the thrills of his rhapsodies cool; Nothing much matters but love, while it lasts, And life lies waste in a series of pasts. Nothing much matters but health to the wise, 'Mid all the ailments which daily arise Nothing much matters when colds we endure, But '•p.K.” Woods’ Great Peppermint Cura. 119
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 743, 16 August 1929, Page 11
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61Page 11 Advertisements Column 2 Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 743, 16 August 1929, Page 11
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