'IHE WONDERFUL WHISKY. ''Fate! grant me health and length of days And happiness," the young man cries; And fate came smiling down the ways, Touched by the honest stripling's sighs — Fate, infinitely wise and grand, With.* Life's Eliiir in his hand. The potion ifi— pray mark it, friend — Just Gilmour Thomson's Royal Blend. — A2vt.
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Evening Post, Volume LXXVIII, Issue 104, 29 October 1909, Page 7
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54Page 7 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Post, Volume LXXVIII, Issue 104, 29 October 1909, Page 7
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