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"Ohhh, we'll sing of Lydia Pinkham, And her love of the human race; How she sells her Vegetable Compound, And the papers, they publish her face!!" [/blockquote] Thus went the chorus of a popular ballad of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, in homage to one Lydia E. Pinkham of Lynn, Massachusetts (as in her Vegetable Compound "For the Diseases of Women," since restyled Herbal Compound). In any case, it just so happens that there are two rather interesting Urban Legends relating to Miss Pinkham as ought be discussed here:
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From John P. Young, Journalism in California (San Francisco: Chronicle Publishing Company, 1915). (Emphasis mine, below.) Quote:
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Does anyone else this side of the pond think of the old Scaffold song "Lilly the Pink"?
http://www.lyricsvault.net/songs/2952.html
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Hi Mycroft:
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Ta ra 'wan, Ieuan "Ebenezer thought he was Julius Caesar" ab Arthur
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Uncle Paul he, was very small he...
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Scout.
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