Poor Solomon Stead lav sick in his bed, 'Twas a cold that he'd contracted, With lungs like lead, he was all but dead, And his wife was nigh distracted. Overcome with grief she shook like a leaf, But such anguish was premature, Her mother rusl in, replacing hofc gin With Woods reat Peppermint; Cure.
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Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXI, Issue 55, 2 October 1916, Page 4
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54Page 4 Advertisements Column 6 Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXI, Issue 55, 2 October 1916, Page 4
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