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Observer, Volume XXXV, Issue 44, 10 July 1915, Page 21

Be kind to your mother for when yon were small She kissed and caressed you, if you had a fall. She nursed you in sickness and laughed at your joy, For she was your mother and you her dear boy. No friends could be kinder, no friends could be truer . Than mother—and Woods Great Peppermint 1