Teacher: " And the father of the prodigal son fell on his neck and wept. Now, why did he weep?" Tommy: " Huh! I guess you'd weep, too, if you fell on your neck." He crouched in a doorway, hungry and cold, Homeless and hopeless and sad; could ceo at a glance he needed help, That no friend in the world he had. And advised him strong drink to abjure He moaned his need was a bed and a feec And Woods' Great Peppermint Cure.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3315, 26 September 1917, Page 54
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83Page 54 Advertisements Column 2 Otago Witness, Issue 3315, 26 September 1917, Page 54
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