Go, little verso, upon thv way, And proud the joyful tidinps toll; "Thero is no cold nor cough trfMlay That cannot be made well." Go, toll the name, the magic name, Inscribe upon the heights of fame, The perfect halm, the secret sure, "W. F>. Woods' Great Peppermint dure." 1 Tt did 110 pood, my cold grew worse, And lighter pre winy slender puree; My son brought Woods' Great Peppermint Oure, For colds there's nothing can be better Not eren kisses or a letter! 3 They bought me eucalyptus oil, My Sunday suit they tried to spoil. At List T had to cry out "stop!-" I *irk'lt jitfct like ft chemist rfiO]}.*
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Wairarapa Age, Volume XXXI, Issue 10713, 22 November 1912, Page 5
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112Page 5 Advertisements Column 4 Wairarapa Age, Volume XXXI, Issue 10713, 22 November 1912, Page 5
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