I feel like a. ship without a sail', Without a rudder, without a rail, Without an anchor, without a boat, Plimsoll under and just afloat. Of course, I know I'll weather the blqw, Altho' at present the glaBS seems low, The bottle's all right, you may be sure, "Tis full of Woods' Great Peppermint Cure.— Ad»t.
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Evening Post, Volume CIII, Issue 55, 7 March 1922, Page 10
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56Page 10 Advertisements Column 2 Evening Post, Volume CIII, Issue 55, 7 March 1922, Page 10
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