Bo kind lo your mother, tor when yo wore small, Site kissed and caressed you if you had a fall. Shu nursed you in sickness and laughed at your joy, For she was your mother and you bet dear boy. No friends oould be kinder, no friends. could be truer Than mother—and Woods' Great Pep-
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Horowhenua Chronicle, 22 September 1915, Page 2
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55Untitled Horowhenua Chronicle, 22 September 1915, Page 2
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