His eyes were red, his nose was blue, He couldn't speak, he'd just say "T'choo!" And everybody round they knew And pitied him, ho had tho "floo," At last he gasped "What bhall I do?" And swiftly came the answer, too, For each oub. cried, "Oh, fool: procure A bottle of \ Woods' Great Peppermint Cure.— Advt.
Permanent link to this item
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/EP19080201.2.83.1
Bibliographic details
Evening Post, Volume LXXV, Issue 27, 1 February 1908, Page 9
Word Count
56Page 9 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Post, Volume LXXV, Issue 27, 1 February 1908, Page 9
Using This Item
Stuff Ltd is the copyright owner for the Evening Post. You can reproduce in-copyright material from this newspaper for non-commercial use under a Creative Commons BY-NC-SA 3.0 New Zealand licence. This newspaper is not available for commercial use without the consent of Stuff Ltd. For advice on reproduction of out-of-copyright material from this newspaper, please refer to the Copyright guide.