He crushed in a doorway, hungry and cold, Homeless and hopeless and sad; I could see at a glance he needed help, That no friend in the wmrld he had. So I gave him a crown and choice cigar, And advised him strong drink to abjure. He moaned his need was a bed and a feed, And Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure,
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Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 29, Issue 47, 19 June 1917, Page 8
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61Page 8 Advertisements Column 4 Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 29, Issue 47, 19 June 1917, Page 8
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