Poor Solomon Stead lay sink in Ids bed, ’Twas a cold that lie’d contracted. With lungs like lead, lie was all but deadj And his wife was nigh distracted. In -the stress of her grief she shook like a leaf, ■ Hut such anguish was premature. For her mother rushed in and replaced ‘hot gin With Woods’ Great Peppermint ' Cure
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Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXVIII, Issue 27, 30 September 1915, Page 6
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59Page 6 Advertisements Column 1 Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXVIII, Issue 27, 30 September 1915, Page 6
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