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The devil looked down with a scowl and a frown, ' He was fretted and much annoyed, Tho Pneumonia fiend had twice, returned As one of th«» unemployed. "Where arc tho sinners you promised me?" The Pneumonia fiend was civi!. 1 "They greet me with- Woods 1 Great Peppermint Cure, And tell me to go to the Dovill«-Advt.

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Evening Post, Volume LXXXIII, Issue 9, 11 January 1912, Page 7

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Page 7 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Post, Volume LXXXIII, Issue 9, 11 January 1912, Page 7

Page 7 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Post, Volume LXXXIII, Issue 9, 11 January 1912, Page 7