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Issue Details: First known date: 1931... vol. 52 no. 2660 4 February 1931 of The Bulletin est. 1880 The Bulletin
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Contents

* Contents derived from the , 1931 version. Please note that other versions/publications may contain different contents. See the Publication Details.
A Poor Job, John Frost , single work column (p. 2,5)
Wine Circusi"'Tis Rhenish makes the world go round ....", Hugh McCrae , single work poetry (p. 5)
Fallen Blossomsi"To-morrow you will still feel sad, and walk", Paul McGuire , single work poetry (p. 5)
Untitled, single work review
— Review of My Crowded Solitude Jack McLaren , 1926 single work autobiography ; (p. 5)
The Good Old Lipsticki"Your hair is dressed to show to best", T. the R. , single work poetry (p. 11)
A Hundred and Teni"It's a hundred and ten in the shade to-day", J. Holloway , single work poetry (p. 12)
Back to Jugiongi"I'm weary of the shepherding in silent open spaces,", Jim Grahame , single work poetry (p. 20)
The Log Piloti"Adown the long river,", Edward S. Sorenson , single work poetry (p. 21)
Inaction Justifiedi"Fair broke the dawn - well, anyhow, at eight", 10-2-4 , single work poetry (p. 22)
Denia [Pounds]i"I've heard that money talks: on that", The Constant Bankrupt , single work poetry (p. 22)
Releasing Uncle Bert's Credit, J. D. , single work short story (p. 22)
Society Notes, H. Singemoine , single work short story satire (p. 22)
The Reporter Lets His Head Go, A. O'C , single work short story (p. 22)
'Possums and a Bereavement, 'Steele Rudd' , single work short story (p. 37-38)
Twilighti"While a last wind of day", Roderic Quinn , single work poetry (p. 38)
Ancestor [1770]i"Lass, were your cheek-bones high?", Llywelyn Lucas , single work poetry (p. 38)
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