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Advertising [Newspaper Article] — Weekly Times Annual — 3 November 1917
KJ D 0 NORTHERN Assurance Company Limited Accumulated Funds £7,087, FIRE ACCIDENT Workers' Compensation Head Office for Australasia : 448 Collins Street, Melbourne 3 CZZIO 0 □ □ HI □ □ o Everyone has use for the fine service a "Swan" Pen renders. Everyone will be glad to have it. The "Swan" is easy to buy, easy to pack and easy to send. Stocked with nibs to suit all styles of handwriting. Count up the people to whom you want to give Xmas gifts. Send them all "Swans." This will save you trouble and win you much appreciation. •WAN OF ALL STATIONERS AND JEWELLERS AUSTRALIAN PRICES From 12/6 up Write for Illustrated Catalogue MABIE, TODD & CO. Ltd., 79-SO High Holborn, Eng.; Cheapside, E.C., Regent St., W., London; Manchester, Paris, Zurich, Sydney, Toronto, etc. London Factory; 319-329 Weston St. S.E. s □ Xibs to suit every liaud livery "Swan" is guaranteed. gpla: 0= ifc'rJj^'^ * * ^ }m D ®: 0 = ;lSJ a :Sd New Merca LIMITED nr WOOLi Appraisements At Regular Intervals. GRAIN SAL...
Advertising [Newspaper Article] — Weekly Times Annual — 3 November 1917
&lt;1 7f # W 4 MISS KEMP RIDING ONE OF HER FAVORITE HORSES OVER A STIFF HURDLE MISS KEMP, the World's Greatest Horsewoman, was afraid of her own shadow; but now Delights in Riding Equine Outlaws, thanks to ft Heans Tonic Nerve Nuts THE RELIABLE HOME REMEDY FOR headaches NEURALGIA INSOMNIA DYSPEPSIA AXJEMIA PALPITATION 11YSTERTA BACKACHE NERVOUS BREAKDOWN MENTAL DEPRESSION AN OTHER DISORDERS OP THE NERVOUS SYSTEM. Columns might be written extolling the medicinal r^QVlO various ingredients employed in the Manufacture ot J - * . NERVE NUTS. Suffice to say that they are prescribed dailj > world's leading nerve specialists. The point to be emp lasis ^ the combination of medicaments is so scientificallj a an maximum of therapeutic value is achieved. HEAN'S TONIC NERVE NUTS serve a threefold purpose—they purify and enrich the blood; they nourish the whole nervous system; and they exercise a strenth ening influence on the human brain. That is why they succeed in restoring health,...
"Dolly" [Newspaper Article] — Weekly Times Annual — 3 November 1917
We've got a cockatoo named Polly. Who isn't now. but once was, jolly. How this befell. I'd like to tell; And how he fell. On melancholy. We had a large Newfoundland hound. A kinder beast ne'er wagged his tail. His sense was never known to fail. These two were friends, and all .around They played about our garden ground f ^ And when they both were tired of play. Old Poll would perch upon his crown.' While in the sun he laid him down To.doze away for half a day. One fault had Master Newfoundland. A chum to dine he could not stand: He could not bear, his food to share. With friends on either hand. Now Poll was always rather fly When Bob the growler took his meal. He'd strut near by and cock his eye And then pretend to laugh or squeal. 1^ One day he let his feelings go, And joined the feast without invite. Old Bob said. No! and oh! oh! oh! ITe took his head in one great bite. — y The family was within at dinner They heard indignant shrieks of blame. They rushed, to find the wretcned sin...
There - and - Here [Newspaper Article] — Weekly Times Annual — 3 November 1917
???;?? There - and - Here SPRING came lagging: with courage fled Where the wattles waited her gold— "How can I bring gay flowers," she said, "To a world so grey and cold— To a world grown sudden-old? I shall pass and veil my face," she said, To the wattles waiting her gold. Spring came slowly with downcast head, And the birds kept close to the trees. "Mow can you carol glad," she said, "Through the hurry o£ weeping rain. In a world of war and pain? I shall pass and leave no trace," she said, To the birds kept close in the trees. The clouds hung thick o'er the hiding sun, But the birds sang shrill in the trees. "Spread your wealth of flowers," cried every one, "On the world so racked and torn:— On the world so weavv-wovn— Bring your fairest grace," cried every ■■■ one, ■ "And she lingered beneath the trees. The night wind played o'er her droop ing head As it rustled the waiting leaves. "The boys who loved the flowers are dead-— There are women forlorn Who weep ancl mourn-— I cannot m...
The Golden Sands "Love's bitterest waters run some golden sands."—Gerald Massey For "The Weekly Times Annual" [Newspaper Article] — Weekly Times Annual — 3 November 1917
'Love's bitterest waters run some golden sands."—Gerald Massey w B& In ro Hi By ALICE C. TOMHOLT 5 en: i % For The Weekly Times Annual" ^mr a m J. ? GJRAYDON had not switched on the light when he had entered the study. - But the flare of the great arc lamp, hanging high in the street outside, found its way through the thin curtains of the windows, and flooded the room with a soft yellow glow. A September storm raged fiercely among the elms fringing the road. The young trees in the garden swayed helplessly in the clamorous unrest; and many of the newly-flowering spring bulbs lay with their bright, bruised heads close to the earth from which they had sprung. But above the wind's shrieking and . sighing, two lines of Omar Khayyam's repeated themsefves insistently in Graydon's brain:' ".The rhears of Fate have cut the tent-ropes of his life, And the broker of Hope has sold him for nothing." Sitting forward in the revolving chair before his ; desk, his evening shirt crumpling sti...
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HER BILLY SOLDIER For "The Weekly Times Annual" [Newspaper Article] — Weekly Times Annual — 3 November 1917
lv.Mt =1 By GERTRUDE HART c For "The Weekly Times Annual" THE little soldier at the other end of the table watched the girl in green with much in terest. He reflected that it was the only possible color to go with that particular shade of red hair, and that in all probability she knew the fact as well as he. His second decision was that, like himself, she was waiting for someone. The tea rooms were thronged: boys in khaki everywhere, and the inevit able girls; as far as he could see from a cursory glance round, his table com panion and he were the only lonely ones. The orchestra, consisting of violinist, 'cellist and pianist, filled the long room with melting strains of "The Broken Doll.'' A golden-haired waitress hovered near him once or twice, and seemed to indicate by her manner that she had little respect for any member of her sex who could keep an Anzac waiting; then flitted away to the girl in green, who also shook her head when re quested for her order. She was grow ing manif...
THE BLACK BULL For "The Weekly Times Annual" [Newspaper Article] — Weekly Times Annual — 3 November 1917
UIX For "The Weekly Times Annual" NORTH-WEST Tasmania, and dawn on the low, rugged coast-line. Dawn, stealing out of the east, like a diffident lover, Anxiously wooing the sky to a roseate blushing, Crowning the tree-tops with clusters of golden florescence, Filling the air with the warmth and the' gladness of summer Pleading with nature to wake to the fragrance of morning. - ' Dawn, with its mystery and wonder and infinite kindness, Soothing the passion and terror set loose by the darkness, Lighting the hollows and clefts of the hills, and dispersing Wavering shadows that clung to the still drowsing plainland. • On the lagoons and the marshes the timorous wildfowl Were lazily stirring to life. On the clear air of morning Came faintly the sound of their calling—one mate to another, And whirring of wings as they rose from the rushes and threaded Dim aisles of the bush, to their feeding ground down on the sea shore. From the lowlands thin spirals of grey mist were slowly uprising, To ...