The Skipper had an awful cough, The night was fierce and darkj The rocks were close, the sea was rough ; The. skipper— "lost his bark." If we wish to "steer" clear from the rocks of this life, The ills and tho chills wo endure, Let us "set a truo course" by timely ■y- recourse To Woods' Great Poppermint Oaffl.
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Colonist, Volume LII, Issue 12765, 11 April 1910, Page 3
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59Untitled Colonist, Volume LII, Issue 12765, 11 April 1910, Page 3
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