The Mystery of the Op-Shop Book

A while back, maybe around 2 years or more ago, I purchased two books from an Op-Shop in Traralgon that I intended to cut up and use in decoupage. One was a dictionary, the other The Concise Oxford Dictionary Of Quotations. The latter cost me one dollar and was put away for later use as I cut up the dictionary first to use on my current decoupage project. 
Yesterday I grabbed the book and popped in my craft box destined for use in the jewellery class I tutor at the local Neighbourhood House in Moe. I was intending to teach the class how to make glass tile pendants and I had an idea that would require the use of printed words from the book. 

This book had been kicking around my craft room for some time and this was to be the first time I really looked at it. I had previously been aware that there was the odd newspaper article tucked away in amongst some pages but other than that I had not flicked through the book extensively. As the class rifled through Scrapbooking paper looking for pretty pictures and patterns to use on their glass tile pendants, I began turning the pages of The Concise Oxford Dictionary Of Quotations looking for the right words and phrases to complete the idea I had for my glass tile pendant. 
Upon this more thorough examination of the book, I discovered there were more interesting artefacts aside from the newspaper articles- one of which is of a poem “Tullamarine” written by Richard Howitt, the other an article talking about an archaeological exhibit to be held in Morwell. Both these clippings are yellowed from age and use a type font no longer common in newsprint, and the back of one showed phone numbers of a format used decades ago. It was evident that the previous owner of this book was a fan of poetry as throughout the book are tucked handwritten poems in the style of handwriting my grandmother used. There is also a selection of coloured foil, the kind chocolate eggs are covered with, pressed between the pages, just like my grandmother taught me to do as a child. There are several pressed maple leaves, two four leaf clovers (I had never seen one of these in real life! Let alone two!!), and lastly but perhaps the most intriguing a small photograph, glossy on both sides and not bearing any makings of the printer, of a handsome young man in the foreground with a large gushing waterfall as the backdrop.

I immediately showed my discoveries to others present at the Neighbourhood House who implored me not to deface the book but to read it as there was likely some message or wisdom I had to gain from it. I didn’t need much convincing as I don’t believe in coincidences, therefore this book has come to me for some purpose (higher than that of decoupage). 
I do intend to read this book to uncover its hidden revelations, but in the meantime I’m posting this blog along with pictures of the treasures the book houses in the hopes that someone out there might recognise the items or the man from the photo and are maybe able to shed some light on the mystery of the previous life of this book and its owner- who may have been an aspiring poet.