Poor Solomon Stead lay sick in his bed, 'Twas a cold that he’d contracted, With lungs like lead, he was all but dead, And his wife was nigh distracted. Overcome with grief she shook like a leaf, But such anguish was premature, Her mother rushed in, replacing hot gin With Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.
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New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Issue 1373, 17 August 1916, Page 37
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54Page 37 Advertisements Column 2 New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Issue 1373, 17 August 1916, Page 37
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