Poor Solomon Stead lay sick in his bed, ’TVas a cold that he’d contracted. With lungs like lead, he was all hut dead, And his wife was nigh distracted. In the stress of her grief she shook like a leaf, ' p i But such anguish was premature, For her mother rushed in and replaced ■ hot gin _ AVith AVoods’ Great PeppemiinfcCure.
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Taranaki Herald, Volume LXIII, Issue 144777, 6 September 1915, Page 2
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60Page 2 Advertisements Column 6 Taranaki Herald, Volume LXIII, Issue 144777, 6 September 1915, Page 2
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