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Minor edits made to advertisements in pencil throughout; note contributions of poem from Robert Gordon Menzies [p. 49]: “To- Oft have I purposed in my hours of thought To take my pen and write some lines to thee – Some snarch of song, some sylvan melody, Some haunting strain that all my soul has sought. Yet has my soul has sought. Yet has my pen refused the grace unbought That charms the listening heart to ecstasy, Nor has the Heavenly Muse vouchsafed to me The power to tell what joys the years have brought. How oft we’ve seen it, lived among it all, Gazed like lorn spirits raptured at the view, While the vague whisperings of a loftier call were more to me, because full shared by you. For this, the days that come, though dark as night, Shall be for ever flushed with wondrous light. – R.G.M.”; and [p. 61]: “In Memoriam. Lieut. J. R. Balfe. Killed in Action, Gallipoli, July. 1915. His was the call that came from far away – An Empire’s message flashing o’er the sea – The call to arms! The blood of chivalry Pulsed quicker in his veins; he could not stay! Let others wait; for him the glorious day Of tyrants humbled and a world set free Had dawned in clouds and thunder; with a glee Born not of insensate madness for the fray, But rather of a spirt noble, brave, And kindled by a heart that wept at wrong, He went. The storms of battle round him rave, And screaming furt o’er him chants its song. Sleep, gallant soul! Though gone thy living breath, Thou liv’st for aye, for though hast conquered death! – R.G.M.”; also see updates in article [pp. 70-71]: “Melbourne University Rifles”.