Somewhere, a voice is calling, calling, A petulant hoarse refrain; ’Tis the voice of a loved one bawling, Calling me 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.
SNIFF U-FS GARGLE OR. SWALLOW
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Southland Times, Issue 17757, 7 September 1917, Page 3
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52Page 3 Advertisements Column 2 Southland Times, Issue 17757, 7 September 1917, Page 3
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