The woman wore a worried looks, Her brow was creased with care, The chemist's store by storm she took And hailed a salesman there. " O Sir," she said, " I'm ill with dread, My child will die, I'm sure; With croup he's sick, please serve quick ! With Woods' Great Peppermint Cxirc.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3399, 7 May 1919, Page 52
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50Page 52 Advertisements Column 2 Otago Witness, Issue 3399, 7 May 1919, Page 52
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