A Scotsman and an Irishman tied in a shooting competition. The first award was a silver cup, the second five pounds in cash, and both wanted the money. They went to shoot off for the prize. Each fired ten shots, and then the Scot rose with a beaming face. “That’s done you,” he said, “I’ve fired all my shots into the ground.” “I thought ye would,” chortled the Irishman, “so I put all mine on your target. The cup’s yours, and ye’ll oblige the company by filling it.” Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure Conquers Coughs, Colds, Influenza. •
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Wairarapa Times-Age, 1 September 1941, Page 6
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