My lungs woro slrcss'd, my throat was eorc, Of my survival 1 felt doubt; I crawled into u chemist's store, And moaned that I was down and out. Thn genial salesman smiled at me, And said, "You're far from Unit, I'm sure J--' , '' Of.jour distress .you'll soon be free When you take Woods' Groat Peppermint Cure,"—Advt,
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Dominion, Volume 11, Issue 208, 22 May 1918, Page 11
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56Page 11 Advertisements Column 2 Dominion, Volume 11, Issue 208, 22 May 1918, Page 11
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