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 |1/2 mile run| |A. Whillier|1st|W. Hall|2nd |
 |3 Legged Race| |J. Woods & Y. Douglas|1st|J. West & B. Harvey|2nd|
-|Time Judging|A. Salmon| | | | |
+|Time Judging| |A. Salmon| | | |
 |Log Throwing|Men|C.Rolfe|1st|A.Barrett|2nd|
 | |Women|J. West|1st|W. Duncombe|2nd|
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 | |Women|J. West|1st|Joyce Trimble|2nd|
 |Walking Championship|Men|W. Hall|1st|A. Whillier|2nd|
-|100 Yards Race|Men|J. Woods|1st|A. Watts|2nd|
 | |Women|Gwen Clarke|1st|D.Langworthy|2nd|
+|100 Yards Race|Men|J. Woods|1st|A. Watts|2nd|
+| |Women|J. West|1st|A. Collins|2nd|
 |Prospective Members 100 yards race|Men|J. Crosby|1st|N.Hellyer|2nd|
 | |Women|J. Atthill|1st|J. Hocking|2nd|
 |Direction Finding|Men|A.Wyborn|1st|B. Ash|2nd|
 | |Women|G.Clarke|1st|A. Collins|2nd|
-|Peanut Scramble|Men|A. Barrett|1st|Women|J.Wilkins|1st|
+|Peanut Scramble|Men|A. Barrett|1st| | |
+| |Women|J.Wilkins|1st| | |
+Change is his mistress, chance his counsellor;\\
+Love cannot hold him; duty forge no chains;\\
+The wide seas and mountains call him,\\
+And the grey dawns know his camp fires in the rain.
+-- Anon.
-st. 2nd.
+====="Find The Spot".=====
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+By "One Who Tried"
+We were peacefully eating a late Sunday breakfast at the Sports Carnival, when we heard the loud voice of an Official ask, "Any starters for 'Find the Spot'"? "Come on", said my friend, putting his breakfast on one side, "I won this once, its great fun, and it doesn't take long." "What is it" I asked. "Direction finding", he explained, "They give you a piece of paper with directions on it, such as '45N', that means you walk 45 yards North from a given point, and so follow the directions down the list, and you should come somewhere close to the "Spot" previously marked out by the Officials. Everyone's directions are different, but they all lead to the same point, and the competitor finishing nearest the "Spot" is the winner."
-Women. J. West 1st.
-A. Collins 2nd.
-Change is his mistress, chance hiscounsellor; Love cannot hold him; duty forge no chains; The wide seas and mountains call him,
-And the grey dawns know his camp fires in the rain.
--- Anon.
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-"FIND THE SPOT".
-We were peacefully eating a late Sunday breakfast at the Sports Carnival, when we heard the loud voice of an Official ask, "Any starters for 'Find the Spot'"? "Come on", said my friend, putting his breakfast on one side, "I won this
-_once, its great fun, and it doesn't take long." "What is it" / asked. "Direction finding", he explained,"They give you a piece of paper with directions on it, such as '45N', that means you walk 45 yards North from a given point, and so follow the directions down the list, and you should come somewhere close to the "Spot" previously marked out by the Officials. Everyone's directions are different, but they all lead to the same point, and the competitor finishing nearest the "Spot" is the winner."
 That sounds easy, I said to myself, and, carefully placing my porridge near the fire, to keep warm, I set off with my friend to receive my little list.
-At first it looked to me like a Chinese Laundry account, but when I had orientated it, I saw that the first line said "450 ;" - Walk 450 yards P7est - Good - but, where was est? I wracked my brains, where did that sun set the previous evening? Then I remembered that I had come into camp at dusk and had not seen it set at all. The folly of lying abed late was now made apparent. I hadn't seen the sun during the early morning either, and it had long since retired behind heavy clouds, and was of no assistance whatever.
+At first it looked to me like a Chinese Laundry account, but when I had orientated it, I saw that the first line said "450W" - Walk 450 yards West - Good - but, where was west? I wracked my brains, where did that sun set the previous evening? Then I remembered that I had come into camp at dusk and had not seen it set at all. The folly of lying abed late was now made apparent. I hadn't seen the sun during the early morning either, and it had long since retired behind heavy clouds, and was of no assistance whatever.
 I set off in what I hoped was a Westerly direction and began to pace out 450 yards. I counted and muttered my way along, hoping that instinct would automatically stop me when I had covered the required distance. I was concentrating hard when, suddenly I tripped over a stone hidden in the long grass. Dash! I had lost count of my steps and what's more had rolled over and come up facing the wrong directibn!
 Tenderly nursing a bruised shin, I decided to try the next direction on the list. It was "150 N.E.",-North East, now where would that be? I wet my finger and tried to"Vind the Wind" like they do on sailing ships. Somebody had said, that morning, that the wind was a South Westerly, and I thought -- anyway, there was no wind, s9,liking the look of a hillock ahead, I strolled to the top to see the view. And what did I see? The competitors had spread themselves over the whole countryside in an endeavour to find this elusive "Spot". I saw one girl crawling on hands and knees through some prickly bushes just below me, and another blithely hopping from rock to rock down a creek bed. One lad was heading, straight and sure, towards a small town away on the horizon, but over in the -er -er, "something" direction on my left, I beheld one young married member carefully picking her way around the tombstones in the local churchyard !