O. T. PUNCH is a temperance drink And all good stores supply it; The tipple of gods, it's called, I think By eTerrone who tries it. lon wrap up your head in red flannel, Yon snuffle and snort on your bed, You plaster each pane and each panel In dread of a draught that is dead. Nay. Cast all your wraps to tht aeedy, Bncli miseries nerer endure, Far Woods ha« a remedy speedy In Woods' Great Peppermint Cure. A dainty little lunch, With a glass of O.T. PUNCH, Is the acme of perfection; No fear of eontradictioa,
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Taranaki Daily News, Volume XLVII, Issue 8179, 11 August 1906, Page 3
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98Page 3 Advertisements Column 1 Taranaki Daily News, Volume XLVII, Issue 8179, 11 August 1906, Page 3
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