Punch, Том 101Henry Mayhew, Mark Lemon, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman Punch Publications Limited, 1891 |
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| Наслов | Punch, Том 101 |
| Уредници | Henry Mayhew, Mark Lemon, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman |
| Издавач | Punch Publications Limited, 1891 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет у Мичигену |
| Дигитализовано | 31 јан 2008 |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |