Poor Sarah Jane, she had a pain, She thought she would die; 'Twas in her chest — she had no rest, And tears were in her eyes. She never slept and mother wept Till father did procure A bottle small that cured it all, 'Twae Woods' Great Peppermint Cure. --Adyt.
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Evening Post, Volume LXXVII, Issue 90, 17 April 1909, Page 14
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49Page 14 Advertisements Column 2 Evening Post, Volume LXXVII, Issue 90, 17 April 1909, Page 14
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