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New Zealand Tablet, 23 September 1915, Page 41

The analyst sat in his sanctum alone, When his staff had gone home for the night, And soliloquised thus, in a critical tone, As he held a retort to the light. ‘Yes! Yes! I confess, ’tis compounded with skill. Its components are potent and pure ; If thro’ chill I fall ill, I most certainly will Take Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.’