Said a man with a dolicate chest, "My cold's bad ugain, well. I'm blest, i take for mire Woods' Peppermint Cure, * And trust in good luck for the rest " To the vheniifct's he went with a- flop, What ho saw thorc just" mode his heart stop ; He married the girl with (ho pretty kisscurl, And now he is keeping a shop.— • Advt.
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Evening Post, Volume LXXXIV, Issue 1, 1 July 1912, Page 7
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62Page 7 Advertisements Column 7 Evening Post, Volume LXXXIV, Issue 1, 1 July 1912, Page 7
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