I worship not at tomb nor carven shrine Where bones of dubious sanctity recline. The dead Mahomet means no more to me Than autumn’s perished petals 'neath the tree. I worship not the scouring of the cask— For me the Vintner’s “special” In the flask! And when for bronchial ailments I assure — Most precious Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure. —22
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Stratford Evening Post, Volume II, Issue 356, 13 September 1933, Page 5
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59Page 5 Advertisements Column 4 Stratford Evening Post, Volume II, Issue 356, 13 September 1933, Page 5
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