His eyes were red, his nose vas blue. "- He couldn't speak, bed just say " Tchoo 1" And everybody round they knfrw And pitied him, he had the "floo," At last he (rasped, '-What shall Ido ?" And swiftly came the answer, too, For each one cried, " Oh fool procure A bottle of Woods' Great peppermint Cork."
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Observer, Volume XXVII, Issue 48, 17 August 1907, Page 22
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55Page 22 Advertisements Column 1 Observer, Volume XXVII, Issue 48, 17 August 1907, Page 22
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