"I'm at peace with the world," and niv- . self, And in comfort I breathe once again, In that bottle which stands on the shell • Is the source of my cheerful refrain. There's^ no peace for yourself or your friends, When a hoarse, hacking cough you endure; , But its reign of affliction soon ends, When you've Woods' Great Peppermint Cure.—Advt.
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Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 85, 7 October 1929, Page 15
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59Page 15 Advertisements Column 2 Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 85, 7 October 1929, Page 15
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