Sing a song of beastly "flu,". A cough, a cold, a. sigh; Sneessing, whoozhig all tho day, Great salt tears in tho eye. But they gave me peppermint, A perfect drug I'm euro; Now I always take for "flu," Woods' Great Peppermint Cure, i — Adv.t.
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Evening Post, Volume LXXXV, Issue 57, 8 March 1913, Page 5
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45Page 5 Advertisements Column 6 Evening Post, Volume LXXXV, Issue 57, 8 March 1913, Page 5
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