Much troubled in mind, the cynic reclined, His star was not in the ascendant; He designed not to scoff, he had a bad cough, And a tear from his nose was pendant. “I’ll away,” said Doig, “To Delphie I’ll jog, And consult that oracle sure.” He went, and it said, “For a cold in the head Take Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.” —Advt.
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Southland Times, Issue 23793, 15 April 1939, Page 12
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62Page 12 Advertisements Column 3 Southland Times, Issue 23793, 15 April 1939, Page 12
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