Whate’er hefalls when our country calls. Not one moment reluctant lag: Far better be slain in the last wild rush Than survive ’neath an alien flag. Such serfdom we could not endure; Such freedom we could not endure; For in sickness and we’d beg in vain For Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure
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Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXIV, Issue 22, 20 August 1917, Page 3
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51Page 3 Advertisements Column 3 Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXIV, Issue 22, 20 August 1917, Page 3
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