Poor Solomon Stead lay side in his bed, ’Twas a cold that he'd contracted. With 1 line's like lead, he was all but dead, And Ins wife was nigh distracted. In the stress of her grief she shook like a leaf, But such anguish was premature, For her mother rushed in, and replaced hot gin With Weeds ’ Great, Peppermint Cure G9l*o IS * ’ PRifOiT
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Taihape Daily Times, Volume 7, Issue 290, 11 September 1915, Page 7
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63Page 7 Advertisements Column 2 Taihape Daily Times, Volume 7, Issue 290, 11 September 1915, Page 7
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