I stood out by tho harbour bar. To see the tall chips steaming by; Ami watched their huUs recede afar Until they vanished in the sky. I know not what their freight may be But in etch tourist's trunk, I'm sure, Youkl find that world's necessity, A bottle of Woodn' Great P'eppevmiat Cure.—Advt*
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Evening Post, Volume XCVI, Issue 154, 27 December 1918, Page 3
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53Page 3 Advertisements Column 2 Evening Post, Volume XCVI, Issue 154, 27 December 1918, Page 3
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