His eyes were red, his no9e was blue, He couldn't speak, he'd just sa,y "T'choo!" And everybody round they knew And pitied him, ho had the "floo," At last ho g&&ped "What shall I do?" And swiftly c&ine the answer, too, For each one cried, "Oh, fool : procure A bottle of Woods' Great Peppermint Cure,— Adit* " "
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Evening Post, Volume LXXV, Issue 24, 29 January 1908, Page 7
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56Page 7 Advertisements Column 5 Evening Post, Volume LXXV, Issue 24, 29 January 1908, Page 7
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