Little Willie felt so chilly, '' Though his hand was burning hot; Limp and droopy, and so croopy, Gasping in his little cot. There stood father, anxious—rather! Mother, too, you may bo sure; Now hoT8 splendid, croup soon ended, Thanks to Woods' Great. i'eppcvniuJfc Cure.—Advt.
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Evening Post, Volume XCVII, Issue 143, 19 June 1919, Page 4
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44Page 4 Advertisements Column 4 Evening Post, Volume XCVII, Issue 143, 19 June 1919, Page 4
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