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As thro’ “The Gates o£ Memory” I pass Alone along the silent aisles of tunc, 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, Relieved when winter Ills shall make me sad With Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure. —Advt.

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Dominion, Volume 22, Issue 35, 5 November 1928, Page 7

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Page 7 Advertisements Column 2 Dominion, Volume 22, Issue 35, 5 November 1928, Page 7

Page 7 Advertisements Column 2 Dominion, Volume 22, Issue 35, 5 November 1928, Page 7