I used to be a martyr to bronchitis, A victim sad of winter ills and ails, Till I was told by chatty Mrs. Rightis. Of a remedy that really never tails. The winter time now scarcely seems to try me, Tho' I sometimes get a twinge, you may be sure; But I always keep a large-sized bottle by me. Of Woods' Great Peppermint Cure. 13
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Matamata Record, Volume II, Issue 84, 30 May 1918, Page 2
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65Page 2 Advertisements Column 1 Matamata Record, Volume II, Issue 84, 30 May 1918, Page 2
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