Somewhere, a, voice Is calling, calling, A petulant hoarse refrain; 'Tis the voice of a loved one bawling Calling ms back again. A wail from the nursery falling, falling, Poor Clarice has croup, I'm sure ; The voice of my darling calling, calling For Woods' Great Peppermint Cure.' ..-..''•-■ -V ' ■'■.-■ -' : ■ '■ ••/'■' . . . .-'■-■' /•,■•:•-:.
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Free Lance, Volume XVI, Issue 876, 20 April 1917, Page 4
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