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WILFRED E. CLOUTIER, LEWISTON.

IN WINTER time 'tis a joy to see The four-in-hands swing by, With loads of maple, birch and beech Their big sleds piled on high. "They're Cloutier's" So the people say "And Cloutier's making good, For while so many trust to luck HE keeps on sawing wood." Out of the far Canadian land He came to fight his way, And lands and wealth and high esteem Are all his own to-day. Son of no alien land is he But ours by right of dower, A sterling, upright business man A "Man for any Hour."

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