The tailor was ill with a dangerous chill, And bis breath came in fluttering "panto." Be life, so they said, just hung by a "thread," For the doctor had murmured "no chance." No words can ex-"press' his awful dietrees, Bat it "seams" that he put up a fight; Ob took the thing sure. Woods' Pepperott Core, "Sew," to say, he got right. •
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Taranaki Daily News, Volume LIII, Issue 140, 22 September 1910, Page 5
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62Page 5 Advertisements Column 2 Taranaki Daily News, Volume LIII, Issue 140, 22 September 1910, Page 5
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