Pismal he was as any man could be. His looko, lugubrious as anyone might, His head was aching and his feelings blue, His temper short whene’er ho spoke to you This was al noon, and by 5 o'clock he sung And prattled gaily his old friends among "Why will!" said they, "a miracle for , suml" _ . r, ros!" 'twos Woods' Peppermint Cure. —Advt-
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Dominion, Volume 18, Issue 184, 30 April 1924, Page 8
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62Page 8 Advertisements Column 4 Dominion, Volume 18, Issue 184, 30 April 1924, Page 8
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