With feet soaked :n a mustard bath, Poor Grandpa crouched beside the hearth, And gasped so hard and looked no glum, Despite three- lots of st-paming rum, That Grandma, anxious grown for him, Exclaimed at last to Uncle Jim: "This dread suspense I can't endure: I'D send for Woods' Great Peppermint Cure." -fAdvt-3
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Evening Star, Issue 16784, 12 July 1918, Page 1
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53Page 1 Advertisements Column 4 Evening Star, Issue 16784, 12 July 1918, Page 1
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