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Dominion, Volume 9, Issue 2622, 18 November 1915, Page 9

One day a Scottish boy and an English boy, who were fighting, were separated by their respective mothers with difficulty, the Scottish boy, though the smaller, being far the most pugnacious. "What garred ye fio'ht a big lacldie like that for said the mother, as she wiped the blood from his nose. "And I'll figlit liim again," said the boy, "if he says Scotsmen wear kilts becauso their feet are too big to get into their trousers." In ever-chajiging mood I wreathe my rhyme, From sr.ire to gay, from jest to the sublime, The while with facile pen aside T cast Gloom that shrouded winter in the past. In cheerful lays I chant from day to day A welcome message in a welcome way. To tell all ye, who cough and colds endure, The worth of Woods' Poppcmiat Cure.