Around my bed stood Uncle. Ted, Jemima; Jane, and Florrio; They thought I'd die, but hang it, I Was in no beastly hurry. I'd got bronchitis and laryngitis, High was my temperature; Pm well to-day, and pleased to say-— 'Twas Woods' Great Peppermint. Cure. . V
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Press, Volume XLVIII, Issue 14400, 6 July 1912, Page 12
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45Page 12 Advertisements Column 5 Press, Volume XLVIII, Issue 14400, 6 July 1912, Page 12
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