No toil or danger may man's will defy, Denied of wings he still contrives to fly. In Zeppelins and 'planes he knows no awe, He flies from justice to defeat the law. He flies "a kite" to float a worthless mine, He flies each' night to meet some maid
divine; And if a cough or cold he should endure, He flies to Woods' Great Peppermint Cure.—Advt.'.. — - ■
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Evening Post, Volume CXIII, Issue 19, 24 January 1927, Page 16
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66Page 16 Advertisements Column 2 Evening Post, Volume CXIII, Issue 19, 24 January 1927, Page 16
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