Much troubled in mind, the cycnie reclined. His star was not in the ascendant : He deigned not to scoff, lie had a bad cop;!i. And a tear from his nose was pendant. "I’ll away,” said Diog, "To Peloid I’ll jog, And consult that oracle sure.” He went, and it said. “For a cold in the head Take Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.”
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Greymouth Evening Star, 13 March 1939, Page 7
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