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Poor Solomon Stood lay sitk in Ins lied, ’Twas a cold that he’d contracted. With lungs like lead, he was all hut dead, And his'wife was nigh distracted. In the stress of her grief she shook like a leaf. But such anguish was premature. For her mother rushed in and replaced hot gin
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Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXVIII, Issue 4, 3 September 1915, Page 4
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53Page 4 Advertisements Column 5 Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXVIII, Issue 4, 3 September 1915, Page 4
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