THERE'S A SILVER LINING TO EVERY CLOUD. Tho days were long, tiio nights were drear, And life was scarce worth while: Tho clinrms of Mary Pickford palled, E'en Chaplin brought no smile. With aching head and sinking heart, Alas! I felt so ill, I thought I'd die; but succour came, Its form—a simple pill. Twns in a dainty bottle placed With others of its kind, And now I know their .vondroiis power, All care is left behind. Let others heed . this cheery tale, But they should see, oi course, That every little bottle bears ■ The name of Dr. Morse—Advt.
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Dominion, Volume 12, Issue 148, 18 March 1919, Page 3
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99Page 3 Advertisements Column 2 Dominion, Volume 12, Issue 148, 18 March 1919, Page 3
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