Tho tailor was ill with a dangerous 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- u press" his awful distress, But it "seams" that he put up a fight; Hβ took the thing sure, Woods' Peppermint Cure, "Sew," "needless' to say, he got right. " 3
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Press, Volume LXVI, Issue 13740, 23 May 1910, Page 9
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