Back to the kicthen, mein Gretche… Back to the scullery, frau! You have dreamed your brief hour o… But it’s dishes and drudgery now. Your head bent in humble submissio…

There’s a soft and peaceful feelin… Comes across the farming hand As the shadows go a-stealing Slow along the new-turned land. The lazy curling smoke above the t…

‘Young sir,’ ‘E sez . . . Like th… Romantic like, as if me dream was… ’Is dress was fancy, an’ 'is style… An’ me? I ‘ope I know ’ow to be’a… In 'igh-toned company, for ain’t…

‘I only said this German plan Had points,’ remarked the small, m… ‘I merely said an extra wife Might add variety to life. Strange how a woman will resent

The Honourable TORYPHAT addre… (Prolonged applause.) Ah - Mistah… The tide of Socialism - rabid Soc… Which threatens to engulf us, hez–… Hez always been ouah object in the…

Far in the forest depths I dwell, The master mimic of them all, To pour from out my secret dell Echo of many a bushland call, That over all the forest spills;

We were cartin’ lathes and palin’s… With our axles near the road-bed a… And our bullocks weren’t precisely… And meself and Messmate Mitchell… It had rained a tidy skyful in the…

Brothers; even those of you who ar… Sometimes, I doubt not, let your… When mother tucked you into your l… After your little prayers were sai… And, having said goodnight,

‘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…

1. ANTE-ELECTIONS Now, a cove the name of Blabb, a… He’s a haughty sort o’ high pan-ja… An’ he holds a very dignified posi… As the member for the districk whe…

At the risk of seeming silly, I would ask you, ‘Where is Billy… Here’s a crisis, here’s a fight, And he’s missing. Strike a light… Blithering blazes! Here’s a mill…

Friends! Have you, too, noticed that calm w… Upon affairs today? Search as we may, The papers have few things indeed…

Thus it happened .... Let me ment… This occurred in times long vanish… ’Tis a quaint, unlikely story; som… But that’s a little matter you may… Mr. Foodle led a party that was s…

When the Laborites and Liberals a… Are a-calling and a-bawling in the… And the strangers in the gallery a… As the members rear on end and lou… There’s a voice they miss amid the…

You are growing convalescent As pain’s fingers are withdrawn; And you waken in a strange, white… Yet your thought is aught but plea… In the cold, grey winter dawn,