Little Jack Horner sat sick in a corner, A-coughing and rubbing his eyes. While Granny was waiting and warding him taking 4 dose lit to poison the flies. ’Twas a draught of her own, and far best left alone, . . Which she made her young nctim endure — 0, the silly old muff! to,brew worthless homo stuff When there’s Woods’ OrGitt P®p» J penpint Cure.
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Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXIX, Issue 60, 2 July 1914, Page 4
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63Page 4 Advertisements Column 6 Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXIX, Issue 60, 2 July 1914, Page 4
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