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Issue Details: First known date: 1913... vol. 34 no. 1727 20 March 1913 of The Bulletin est. 1880 The Bulletin
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Contents

* Contents derived from the , 1913 version. Please note that other versions/publications may contain different contents. See the Publication Details.
Our Cow Yardi"A SWAMP before - a cemet'ry behind,", D. D. D. Mackinnon , single work poetry humour (p. 2) Section: The Red Page
Mathinnai"Ah, woe the day! And woe the day,", Marie E. J. Pitt , single work poetry (p. 2) Section: The Red Page
The Town of Nothing in Particulari"'Twas most ambiguous and crude -", A. E. B. Wood , single work poetry humour (p. 2) Section: The Red Page
Devonporti"Blew ye now by Devonport,", May Rankin , single work poetry (p. 2) Section: The Red Page
Karela Hilli"There are little birds that sing from tree to tree on Karela.", Patricia Murchison , single work poetry (p. 2) Section: The Red Page
The Place Poem, single work criticism (p. 2) Section: The Red Page
The Toilersi"With sweat and toil the world goes round,", 'George Street' , single work poetry (p. 2) Section: The Red Page
The Butterflyi"At sunset came a butterfly", Pamela Murchison , single work poetry (p. 5)
The Joy Ridei"Ah Gawd! It makes me sick to think", Den , single work poetry (p. 5)
The Blind Mani"With his back to the wall of Empire, his hat in his palsied hands,", Grant Madison Hervey , single work poetry (p. 8)
Our Colonial Capital : The Paean of the Little Australiansi"The true colonial flavor of the scene", 'George Street' , single work poetry (p. 9)
Spite, No Doubti"'Tis very strange, it is indeed,", 'Stargazer' , single work poetry (p. 11)
"Also Ran"i"Conquered at last, I yield my hand.", Phrynette , single work poetry (p. 12)
Rum Campi"The red dust made a choking haze where'er a squadron rode;", Kodak , single work poetry (p. 13)
The Immigranti"Bill Hughes came out to Toodlembuck", Billy T. , single work poetry (p. 15)
Truth on the Tombi"If you start to stick the Truth on the Tomb,", F. Born , single work poetry (p. 16)
Aboriginalities, Jack McLaren , single work column (p. 16)
A Knight Sans Purei"Once, when converting burglars,", Martin Luther , single work poetry (p. 18)
Cromwell Carmichaeli"Ca-ampbell Carmichael, your name should be Crummell;", L. , single work poetry (p. 26)
Holiday Longingsi"Me for the sea; I love its silver splashing", 'The Snake' , single work poetry (p. 30)
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