THERE’S A SILVER LINING TO EVERY CLOUD
The days were long, the nights were drear, And life was scarce worth while; * The charms of Mary Pickford polled ; E’en Chaplin brought no smile. With aching head and sinking heart, Alas! 1 felt so ill, I thought I'd die; but succour came, Its form—a simple pill. 'Twas in a dainty bottle placed With others of its kind, And now I know their wondrous power, All care is left behind. Let others heed this cheery tale. But they should see, of course, That every little bottle bears The name of Dr Morse.
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Southland Times, Issue 18830, 25 May 1920, Page 3
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99THERE’S A SILVER LINING TO EVERY CLOUD Southland Times, Issue 18830, 25 May 1920, Page 3
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