The miser sat amongst his gold. “ I would not part,” lie said, “ With half a guinea, Uio' my life Were to be forfeited.” But internal ailments got him down, His breaths grew short and fewer. “ Take nil I’ve got,” ho cried, “ but give Mo Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.” —[Advt.]
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Evening Star, Issue 21714, 8 May 1934, Page 1
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49Page 1 Advertisements Column 5 Evening Star, Issue 21714, 8 May 1934, Page 1
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