I’oor Solomon Stead lay sick in his bed, Twas a cold that he’d contracted, With lungs like lead, ho was all hut dead. And his wife was nigh distracted. Overcome with grief she shook like a leaf, 1 , But such anguish was premature, Her mother , rushed in, replacing hot i gin ‘ with Woods’ Great Peppermint : Cure,
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Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXI, Issue 15, 16 August 1916, Page 5
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56Page 5 Advertisements Column 3 Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXI, Issue 15, 16 August 1916, Page 5
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