The carpenter "saw" that his wife was ill; 'Tis "plane," said he, you've caught a chill; Now, as a "rule," you look so strong, It worries me when something's wrong, To cure those "cramps," and that sore "chest," .I'll "straight" way do my "level" best. The best of "Woods" I will secure, A bottle of his Great Peppermint Cure. 4.
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Northern Advocate, 23 February 1911, Page 3
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60Page 3 Advertisements Column 2 Northern Advocate, 23 February 1911, Page 3
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