THERE'S A SILVER LINING TO EVERY CLOUD

Marlborough Express, Volume LIV, Issue 188, 10 August 1920, Page 6

THERE'S A SILVER LINING TO EVERY CLOUD

The days were long, the nights were drear, And lifo was scarce worth while; The charms of Mary Pickford palled, JB'en Chaplin brought no smile.

With aching head and sinking heart, Alas! I felt so ill. I thought I'd die; But succor came, Its form—a simple pill.

Twas in a dainty bottlo placed With others of its .kind, And now I know their "wondrous power, All care is left behind.

Let others heed this cheery tale, But they should see, of course, That every little bottle bears The name of Dr. Morse.