The tramp knocked at the kitchen door, He was weary, frayed, and old; The wind blew through his whiskers, His nose was Hue with cold. Said he, "I know I am not well, I nave the flu for sure; Would you kindly give me, madam, A doae of Woods-Great Penpermint .Cuw.-Advt. ■
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Evening Post, Volume XCV, Issue 41, 16 February 1918, Page 11
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51Page 11 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Post, Volume XCV, Issue 41, 16 February 1918, Page 11
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