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 wopt Till father did procure _ A bottle small that cured it all, 'Twas Woods' Great Peppermint Cure. — Advt.
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Evening Post, Volume LXXXI, Issue 47, 25 February 1911, Page 10
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49Page 10 Advertisements Column 2 Evening Post, Volume LXXXI, Issue 47, 25 February 1911, Page 10
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