They brotight mo eucalyptus oil, My Sunday suit-they..tried to spoil; At last I had to cry out "Stop!" I smelt just like a chemist's shop. It did'no good, inycold grew, worse. And.lighter grew.jnyrslender purse-; My son "brought Woods' Great Peppermint Cure, It saved my life—of that I'm sure.
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Colonist, Volume LIV, Issue 13507, 29 August 1912, Page 5
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48Page 5 Advertisements Column 5 Colonist, Volume LIV, Issue 13507, 29 August 1912, Page 5
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