When days are short and nights are long, When south-east gales are going strong, When trees uproot and rainclouds burst, * Wild winter then is at its worst. Then is the time for colds arid chills, For sore throat, coughs, and kindred ills; But such afflictions all endure Who trust to Woods' Peppermint Cure.
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Observer, Volume XXXIX, Issue 49, 9 August 1919, Page 21
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53Page 21 Advertisements Column 1 Observer, Volume XXXIX, Issue 49, 9 August 1919, Page 21
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