The night was cold, her *'boy" wag late, Sl»o wopt beside the cottage gate; Her voice was hoarse, her nose was red, Tti* knowledge filled her heart with droad. When beauty faiU to look her best, Lovo'k ardour scorns to lose its zest Against love's blighted hopes insure, By taking Woods' Great Peppermint Cure, — Attvt.,
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Evening Post, Volume LXXXVIII, Issue LXXXVIII, 12 September 1914, Page 8
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55Page 8 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Post, Volume LXXXVIII, Issue LXXXVIII, 12 September 1914, Page 8
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