Judge — December 1889 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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CHRISTMAS JUDGE A @ Christmas @ Ode. With rosy wealth of joyful health, This year of grace completing, To old and young, of every tongue, From THOMAS BEECHAM, #4 GREETING! HEREAS ‘tis That Headache, known, beyond a question, Bile, and Indigestion Have formed a pact of treason To haunt the gay and festive board, And plague the peasant, squire, and lord Throughout this gladsome season: Now, therefore, be it understood That all such direful ills May be defied and cured for good By taking BEECHAM'S PILLS And further, let the tidings fly, That roast goose, Need never pudding. and mince-pie be forsaken ; Nor need the wine-cup cease to flow Because of dread stomachic woe, If BEECHAM!'S PILLS be taken! For, as a priceless blessing sent, They have a fame undying; And many a bold advertisement Has set the good news flying Till few there be, in every land, Who do not own their worth, Or know not BEECHAM'S PILLS command The LARGEST SALE on earth! TAhereof, in further proof, behold The splendid building—massive, bold— In stateliest art displayed. ‘Tis there, with skill that cannot tire— There, at St. Helens, Lancashire— That BEECHAM’s PILLS are made. And still their sway the world shall hail Till health no more be wrecked, and fail, On hidden sands and rocks; And every voice shall then proclaim That BEECHAM'S PILLS—of golden fame— Are worth a Guinea a Box. comicbooks.com