His eyes were ied, his nose was bine, He couldn't speak, he'd just say 'Tchoo!'' And everybody round they knew And pitied him, he had the "fioo" At last he caaped "What shall I do f" And swiftly came the answer, too, For each one cried "Oh, fool ! procure A bottle of Woods' "Great Pepper* < mint Gttrtf." ' ' - c
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Feilding Star, Volume I, Issue 273, 23 May 1907, Page 3
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58Page 3 Advertisements Column 3 Feilding Star, Volume I, Issue 273, 23 May 1907, Page 3
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