The Lay of the Lonesome Lung – 101229593_p06

An illustrated poem depicts a man talking with a group of diners in silhouette.

To Berlin next he went,
But found no one in all the city who,
In blank astonishment,
Did not exclaim, “ Meinherr, I pity you!”
Such ignorance as Bung’s, in fact, appals ’em:
“What! Never heard of Wistar’s Cherry Balsam ?”

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