He kind to mother, when you were I 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 he kinder, no friend could he truer Than mother—ami Woods JVppr-l-mint Cure! ,
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Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXI, Issue 48, 23 September 1916, Page 5
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50Page 5 Advertisements Column 6 Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXI, Issue 48, 23 September 1916, Page 5
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