Works
- Boyce, William D. (1883). Lisbon and Her Industries. Lisbon, Dakota: Clipper Steam Printing and Publishing.
- Boyce, William D. (1894). A Strike. Chicago: Lakeside Press, R. R. Donnelley & Sons Co.
- Boyce, William D. (1912). Illustrated South America. Chicago: Rand McNally & Co.
- Boyce, William D. (1914). Illustrated United States Colonies and Dependencies. Chicago: Rand McNally & Co., also in four volumes:
- Boyce, William D. (1914). Illustrated Alaska and the Panama Canal. Chicago: Rand McNally & Co.
- Boyce, William D. (1914). Illustrated Hawaiian Islands and Porto Rico. Chicago: Rand McNally & Co.
- Boyce, William D. (1914). Illustrated Philippine Islands. Chicago: Rand McNally & Co.
- Boyce, William D. (1914). Illustrated United States Dependencies. Chicago: Rand McNally & Co.
- Boyce, William D. (1922). Illustrated Australia and New Zealand. Chicago: Rand McNally & Co.
- Boyce, William D. (1925). Illustrated Africa, North, Tropical, South. Chicago: Rand McNally & Co.
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