Be kind to mother, when you, 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 'gliati mother—and Woods’ Peppermit Cure!
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New Zealand Tablet, 17 August 1916, Page 23
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49Page 23 Advertisement 2 New Zealand Tablet, 17 August 1916, Page 23
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