On a raw wintry d*y Pat happened to hail A Scotch friend, and says he, "Now, my bhoy, I'll go bail. That you're could with the kilt, if I may be so bold," And says Sandy, "No. Pat, but I'm kilt with the cold.'' Then say* Pat, now, by jabers, you'd bet* ter come straight, sure, And swallow 1. dose of Woods' Great Peppermint Cure."— Advt.
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Evening Post, Volume LXXXIV, Issue 32, 15 October 1912, Page 7
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66Page 7 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Post, Volume LXXXIV, Issue 32, 15 October 1912, Page 7
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