Men knew and loved my calling in o… Days ere a bitter wisdom taught me… Trusting and unafraid, I went my… By many a crude hut of the pioneer… Calling by paths where lonely axem…

‘Twice one are two; twice two are… I can still hear it floating thro’… Those childish voices falling, ris… In a room where heat is prevalent… ‘Twice nine are eight-teen.’ And…

I must go down to the shops again,… And all I have is a long list of… And a few bob in the old kick and… For he’ll trust me, so the boss sa… I must go down to the shops again,…

Ladies and gentlemen: I take this… To introduce myself and mention th… essentially an agricultural commun… Altho’ in our metropolitan centres… Most of us, directly or indirectly…

Hard by the gate-way of the East She dips within her market square With provender for man and beast, And goods and chattels round her t… A cheery, buxom market dame,

Old Pete Parraday, he isn’t very… Or so the local gossips say - The… His crazy views and values, and th… ‘Better had he saved his money,’ s… ‘And not become a pensioner with a…

Yarrawonga by herself Lived too long upon a shelf She a stolid farmer’s wife. Far remote from modern strife Drowsily beside her door

’Twas a hell of a Hell they glimp… In superstitious days When cultured man had scarce begun To shed barbaric ways: With gridirons set above the flame

A noble lesson this should teach, Dear children unto you. If other people’s goods you reach, Of rectitude ‘twill be a breach, Or parsons will your virtues preac…

Dear friends, I’m Deakin.... No; no mistake, You’re wide awake. It’s ALF that’s speakin’... I wish to make

Look 'ere. I’ll bet a 'arf-a-cro… To anythink you like to name (said… If country fellers went to town, An’ burnt a few big buildin’s down… An’ quids an’ quids went up in fla…

The unsoiled hand, the sleek, blac… The senile, ledger-haunted hours, The knowledge that my freeman’s vo… Is humbly cast to please ‘the powe… A futile spite against the mass,

Nobody knew why it should be so; Nobody knew or wanted to know. It might have been checked had but… To trace its beginnings; but nobod… But ’twas clear to the wise that t…

Old Pete Paraday, his mind works… But, when it fastens on a thoughts… He measures it and mumbles it unti… Just as he mumbles bits and scraps… ‘I likes to think a bit,’ says he.…

Contributions are invited to this… They must not be too solemn. And, say: They Must not be TOO gay?