Time is the grim opponent of all our ambitions and aspirations, and in every combat that has been waged against it, has carried off the victory. A sad-looking man went into a chemist’s shop. “Can you give me,” he asked, “ something that will drive from my mind tli© thought of sorrow and bitter reflection ?” And the druggist nodded, and put him up a little dose of quinine and woimwood, and rhubarb, and Epsom salts, and a dash of castor oil. and gave it to him; and for six months the man could not think of anything in the world except new schemes for getting the taste out of his ’ mouth.
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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume LXXXI, Issue 18785, 19 May 1923, Page 11
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110Page 11 Advertisements Column 3 Wanganui Chronicle, Volume LXXXI, Issue 18785, 19 May 1923, Page 11
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