His eyes wero red, his noae was blue, Hocouldu't speak, he'd just say "T'choo!" And everybody round they knew And pitied Mm, he had tho "floo," At last he gasped "What shall I da?" And swiftly came tho answer, too, For each one cried, "Oh, fool: proours A bottle of Woods' Great' Peppermint Cure..— Advt.
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Evening Post, Volume LXXV, Issue 23, 28 January 1908, Page 7
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55Page 7 Advertisements Column 5 Evening Post, Volume LXXV, Issue 23, 28 January 1908, Page 7
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