I'd passed through winter fit ami bold, My luck seomed "juet tho thing," When "Gee !" I oaug-ht a bosker cold, All in tlio carry spring. I'll never boast or crow again, While life and lungs endure, But just "pipe low," content to know Of Woods' Great Peppermint Cure. l =r M Vt,
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Evening Post, Volume LXXXVIII, Issue 93, 16 October 1914, Page 8
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52Page 8 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Post, Volume LXXXVIII, Issue 93, 16 October 1914, Page 8
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