Lost stolen, strayed—gone none knows where, ’Twas with me yesterday. I do declare. It racked my chest, my head was sore. It’s gone. I’ll never see it more. What? Not a cough? Yes, yes, for sure; Lost when I used Woods’ Peppermint Cure.
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New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Issue 1303, 15 April 1915, Page 3
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43Page 3 Advertisements Column 1 New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Issue 1303, 15 April 1915, Page 3
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