The tailor was ill with a dangeroU3 chill And his breath came in fluttering "pants." His life, so they said just hung by a "thread" For the doctor had murmured "no chance." No words can ex-"press" his awful distress But it "seams" that he out up a fight; Ho took the thing sure, Wood's Pepp?r mint Cure, And cured him of his folly.
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Wairarapa Age, Volume XXXII, Issue 10026, 23 April 1910, Page 5
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63Page 5 Advertisements Column 5 Wairarapa Age, Volume XXXII, Issue 10026, 23 April 1910, Page 5
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