His eyes woro red, his nose was blue, He couldn't speak, hod just say "Tchoo !" And everybody round they knew, And pitied him— he had the "floo." At last he gasped, "What ehail I do!" And swiftly camo the anawor, too, For each, one cried, "O fool I procure A bottle of Woods' Great Peppermint Cure.— Advtt
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Evening Post, Volume LXXVIII, Issue 10, 12 July 1909, Page 7
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57Page 7 Advertisements Column 4 Evening Post, Volume LXXVIII, Issue 10, 12 July 1909, Page 7
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