ThP kettle’s singing: merrily, The roast’s a golden brown. But father comes into the room And wearily sits down. “I've got a fearful cold,” he says, “Tishoo! I can't endure The thought of food until I’ve had My Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.”
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Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1023, 14 July 1930, Page 10
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42Page 10 Advertisements Column 1 Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1023, 14 July 1930, Page 10
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