Gold, gold, gold, gold, Even ilotes one likea to hold; Money rnaketh man, they say: Xow's tho time for making hay. You cim't make it if you're ill, So with health your body fill; Freedom from all coughs assure With the Woodtf Gn»* Pepptn*s
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Evening Post, Volume CXII, Issue 153, 26 December 1931, Page 3
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44Page 3 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Post, Volume CXII, Issue 153, 26 December 1931, Page 3
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