Despised and dejected, most miserable too, Jones sat in his office, saying a-a-tishoo The pen left his lingers and ran a swift race, Down the slope of the desk, a most wretched disgrace. Then it inked his new trousers, for which he’d not paid, I’m sure yon can’t think what a ruin it made. If he’d only got Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure, Dic’d have saved those new trousers, of that I feel sure.
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New Zealand Times, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8367, 1 March 1913, Page 8
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73Page 8 Advertisements Column 3 New Zealand Times, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8367, 1 March 1913, Page 8
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