The success of the Scout movement… Great and important people, these Important far beyond our ken Who mark with adult sophistries Their serious air of sober men,

My dear, I’m awful shorry ‘Bout gettin’ home sho late. I orra been in hoursh ago; But you know how I hate To biss a crit of micket

She danced thro’ life as light as… The grace of Columbine, charm of… These, and that blithesome quality… With memory of her linger by us ye… A fairy, slipping thro’ a world ma…

How many have you broken up till n… I know that yesterday you made a v… And most solemnly ’twas spoken; But how many have you broken? Oh, you kept 'em for an hour or tw…

Six o’clock. From the railway ya… The engine toots; careering hard, A milk-cart rattles by and stops; A magpie calls from the gum-tree t… The pub 'boots’, sweeping out the…

Old farmer Jack gazed on his whea… And feared the frost would nip it. Said he, "it’s nearly seven feet - I must begin to strip 'it. He stripped it with a stripper and

The Glugs still live in the land… Under the rule of the great King… And they climb the trees in the S… Because it is reckoned the regular… Down in the valley they live their…

Anzac! And war’s grim storm . . . The scream of a pass’ng shell Torn earth, and - a quiet form . .… ‘Pass, comrades. All is well.’ Nay, but his spirit lives; be very…

Greyer and older, still they stand Wearier, quieter, still they pray; Men who had offered their all to a… And their thoughts run back to an… When Youth sailed gallantly, gail…

There once was a fellow called Cr… Who loved to hear periods roll On his musical tongue. It is he who has sung, ‘Ev’n sev’n heav’ns giv’n buy not…

So nice it is of you to call . . . Yes; Monday week we done it; Right 'igh-clarse weddin’ - church… Cost Bill a bit to run it. An’ wotjer think ‘e ups and sez

At the meeting of the waters Where the dark tree shadows play Wangaratta’s sons and daughters Dream the drowsy hours away; Placid see the season’s greeting

Mr. Pericles, M.P., In four-sixty-nine B.C., Outed Cimon at a general election… Premier Cimon, thuswise ex-ed, Was quite naturally vexed,

War raged around this troubled wor… When I was but a lad, And into battle men were hurled, As some ambition mad Moved kings on their unstable thro…

Though our eye in recent seasons Has a wild and glassy glare, And we fail to offer reasons For the straws that deck our hair; There are certain consolations