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Sun (Christchurch), Volume I, Issue 226, 28 October 1914, Page 5

Little Jack Horner sat sick in a corner, A-coughing and rubbing his eyes, While Granny was waiting and watching him taking A dose fit to poison the flies. 'Twas a draught of her owp, and far best left alone, "Which she made her young victim endure —> O, the silly old muff to brew worthless home stuff When there's Woods' Great Peppermipt Cure. 12 The sunlit isles of the summer sea