The starry deeps of space have no abate. The whirling worlds we know have worlds away. Beyond the stars we see stars still await In further space forever and for aye. Whilst, thus, stupendous orbs hurl to and fro, Frail, gasping mortals languish here below: Until they glad relief and case assure With soothing Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.—A Art.
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Dominion, Volume 26, Issue 302, 16 September 1933, Page 21
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59Page 21 Advertisements Column 2 Dominion, Volume 26, Issue 302, 16 September 1933, Page 21
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