Be kind to mother. When yon were small She kissed and caressed you. if you had a fall, Nursed you in sickness laughed at your joy. She was your mother, you her dear boy. No friend could be kinder, no friend could be truer Than mother- and Woodß' Peppermint Cure I
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Observer, Volume XXXVI, Issue 39, 3 June 1916, Page 18
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51Page 18 Advertisements Column 1 Observer, Volume XXXVI, Issue 39, 3 June 1916, Page 18
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