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Observer, Volume XXXIX, Issue 43, 28 June 1919, Page 6

"The boy stood on the burning deck," Defying pain and dread— Point-blank refused to leave the wreck, Though all but he had fled. But oh, how stubborn and obtuse! He served no good, be sure; If bad with cold, he'd not refuse His Woods' Great Peppermint Cure.