The woman wore a worried look. Her brow was creased with care, The chemist's store by storm she took Ami hailed a salesman there. "O Sir," she said. "I'm ill with dread, My child will die, I'm sure; With cronp he's sick, please serve me.quick! ' / ; With Woods' Great Peppermint Cur*
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Ashburton Guardian, Volume XXXIX, Issue 9633, 13 June 1919, Page 5
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50Page 5 Advertisements Column 4 Ashburton Guardian, Volume XXXIX, Issue 9633, 13 June 1919, Page 5
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