The analyst sat in his sanctum alone, When hiR staff had gone home for the night, And soliloquised thus, in a critical tone, As he held a retort to the light. '* Yes' Yes ! I confess, 'tis compounded with skill Its components are potent and pure; If thro' chill I fall ill, I most certainly will Take Woods' Great Peppermint Cure,
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Observer, Volume XXXV, Issue 44, 10 July 1915, Page 15
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60Page 15 Advertisements Column 1 Observer, Volume XXXV, Issue 44, 10 July 1915, Page 15
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