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Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXVI, Issue 19, 20 April 1918, Page 5

With, feet soaked in a mustard hath, •Poor Grandpa crouched beside the hearth. And gasped so hard and looked 50 glum, DeSpite three lots of steaming ruin, That Grandma, anxious grown for him Exclaimed at last to Uncle Jim “This dread suspense, I can’t endure I’ll send for Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.”