My throat was sore, my lungs were strained, Whate'er I tried no ease I gained, Until a friend whose aid I sought In four charmed words salvation brought. I promptly bought what I was bid, The wisest thing I ever did. One bottle gave me comfort sura— Woods' Great Peppermint Oure. 26
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King Country Chronicle, Volume XVIII, Issue 1858, 6 September 1923, Page 2
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52Page 2 Advertisements Column 3 King Country Chronicle, Volume XVIII, Issue 1858, 6 September 1923, Page 2
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