As thro' "The Gates of Memory" I pass Alone along the silent aisles of Time, I see discarded and decayed, alas! The perished petals of life's youth and prime. And I for whom the future seemed so glad Must now amid the deepening shades endure. Believed when winter ills shall .make me sad v<d> TFfioda'-Great Peppermint Core.—B3
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Press, Volume LXIV, Issue 19357, 9 July 1928, Page 2
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57Page 2 Advertisements Column 4 Press, Volume LXIV, Issue 19357, 9 July 1928, Page 2
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