“Do you take me for a Horse?” “No; your ears are too long for that.” “Good gracious! How you frightened me!” “Why!” “You look just like my wife.” “All THINGS must pats,” bo sages say; Evolve, mature, and then decay; And yet, despite that stern decree, “ Good Goods ” achieve eternity. Whilst man shall still on earth remakß, To suffer ceaseless grief and pain. For easing coughs and colds, ha aura, He’ll still use Woods’ Great FeppemM Care.—[Advi.]
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Evening Star, Issue 19857, 4 May 1928, Page 1
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77Page 1 Advertisements Column 6 Evening Star, Issue 19857, 4 May 1928, Page 1
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