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-THE SYDNEY BUSHWAL4R
+====== The Sydney Bushwalker ======
 A Monthly Bulletin devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bush Walkers, 5 Hamilton Street, Sydney.
-No.61 Price 3d. JANUARY, 1940
-Editor: Dorothy Lawry Business Manager: Mary Stoddart Publication ) Misses Doreen karris and Jessie Martin;
+No.61 Price 3d.
-Staff ) Messrs. Bill Mullins, Arthur Salmon, and Reg. Alder.
+===== January, 1940 =====
-CONTENTS
-S.B.Wfs "Search for Talent" Page 1
+|**Editor**| Dorothy Lawry|
-Over Mt. Solitary by Wal Jones 11 4
+|**Business Manager**| Mary Stoddart|
-"Highlights" Sponsored by Stephenson & Bird 11 6
+|**Production Staff**| Misses Dot. English, Doreen Harris, Jessie Martin, Grace Edgecombe; Messrs. Arthur Salmon, Dick Schofield, and Bill Mullins|
-Federatio# News ... ... /1 7
-Ray Bean's Advertisement 000 11 9
+===== Contents =====
-At Out Own Meeting ... ... " 10
-Some Holiday Impressions by Dorothy Lawry " 11
+|SBW's "Search for Talent"| |Page 1|
-Paddy's Advertisement .. soo " 13
+|Over Mt Solitary|by Wal Jones| 4|
-From Here, There and Everywhere ... " 14
+|"Highlights"|Sponsored by Stephenson & Bird| 6|
-Club Gossip ... ... " 16
+|Federation News| | 7|
-S.B.W.IS "SEARCH FOR TALENT".
+|Ray Bean's Advertisement| | 9|
+|At Out Own Meeting| | 10|
+|Some Holiday Impressions|by Dorothy Lawry| 11|
+|Paddy's Advertisement| | 13|
+|From Here, There and Everywhere|by Alex Colley| 14|
+|Club Gossip| |16|
+===== SBW's "Search for Talent" =====
 The day was a scorcher (nearly 102) and the night was close. The doors opened at 7 p m. for the S.B.W's twelfth annual concert -- the concert that so nearly wasn't, because a group of older members said the Club no longer possessed sufficient talent to provide an evening's entertainment. The opening of the drors of the New Theatre League Hall on 12th December proved that, at least,there were sufficient enthusiasts willing to carry on the Club' traditions to the best of their ability.
  By 7.30 p m. not more than twenty seats were occupied, and cast and organisers were probably getting a bit jittery. Would you blame them? However, about ten minutes later a steady stream of members and friends started to climb the stairs, and by 8 o'clock the hall was well filled. Though a different shape, this hall is only about the size of the Club Room and, even before the show started at 8.5pm the right atmosphere had been created as friend greeted friend, and all felt -- "Here we are in the fillage hall/ with the local talent about to do its best, or worst, to entertain us." The audience was ready to play its part - but the performers did not know that. With all his experience, Edgar Yardley, who opened the show, was obviously nervous, expecting a critical audience - but it wasn't, it was enthusiastic about his prim "Miss Thompson".
-No programmes were issued, but Mary Stoddart prepared a set of placards announcing the items, and paraded wearing them as billboards. "The Sydaey Bushwalker" secured and now publishes the programme so that all who saw the
-results of Fitzie's successful "Search for Talent" may be reminded item by item of the fun they enjoyed the night Dorman made Club history by giving an encore. The boys held up the performance until he did. Gordon Pritchard's unsuccessful search for "a Mr. Fiddlebowl in the audience was an unrehearsed bit that added considerably to the fun of what may best be described as a genuine, old-time
+No programmes were issued, but Mary Stoddart prepared a set of placards announcing the items, and paraded wearing them as billboards. "The Sydaey Bushwalker" secured and now publishes the programme so that all who saw the results of Fitzie's successful "Search for Talent" may be reminded item by item of the fun they enjoyed the night Dorman made Club history by giving an encore. The boys held up the performance until he did. Gordon Pritchard's unsuccessful search for "a Mr. Fiddlebowl in the audience was an unrehearsed bit that added considerably to the fun of what may best be described as a genuine, old-time
 bushwalkers' concert. Incidentally, one mother was heard to say to her son afterwards:
 "You told me that it was just going to be an ordinary concert, and I expected that people would just stand up on a platform and sing or recite..." She sounded as though she had thoroughly appreciated the bushwalkers' variety. One member commented that by the interval "all the strangers present were looking absolutely stunned."
 Like all the old-time concertslthis one was right up-to-date so we had TONGUE-TWISTER JACKPOTS.
 Big Burley Bushwalkers Busily Boiling Billies Before Breakfast.
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 Whether The Weather Was Wet Or Warm The Walkers Would Wander Where Will O'Wisps Were.
 Bring Back Two Blue Black Blazer Buttons. Frilly Floral Cross Over Curtains.
 That was where the audience, or, rather, eight members of the audience, came right on stage. And the interval was where seventy percent of the audience stampeded to the soft-drink shops at Circular Quay. After the interval, Stage Manager Tom Moppett had to go down there with a tincan and a hammer to round them up so that the show could go on:
 special mention must also be made of the Accompanist; she had to work overtime, pulling up the keys as well as pAshing them down!
 About the search for talent, the programme shows several old favourites in the cast as well as a number of new names, and a widespread interest in the concert. There can be no doubt that among the new talent Edna Stretton was outstanding, in fact "Sloper" was the find of the evening. We simply must have a repeat performance of "Slow Curtain". --- And that is not to belittle any of the other items.
 Now for some criticism. Next time it would be a good idea to get a new piano, preferably one that was in tune. Another good idea would be to sort out the seats so that the highest ones were at the back and the lower ones in front, not all mixed up, then perhaps the audience would be able to see the feet of the dancers.
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 Congratulations, all of you: And many thanks fdr a good night's fun.
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 OVER MT. SOLITARY
 By Wal, Jones.
-Accompanied by two friends, I left Wentworth galls at 3.45 p m. The day was hot, and low clouds around the horizon gave indication that a thunderstorm was working up. The walk out to Kedumba Pass was made at a Steady pace, and by the time we reached the top our mouths were dry. On the way down Kedumba
-we expected to find some water just off the track, but our hopes were unfounded. In Kedumba Creek there was a good flow of water which could be smelt at least fifteen yards away (the sewerage from Katoomba flows into this creek).
+Accompanied by two friends, I left Wentworth Falls at 3.45 p m. The day was hot, and low clouds around the horizon gave indication that a thunderstorm was working up. The walk out to Kedumba Pass was made at a steady pace, and by the time we reached the top our mouths were dry. On the way down Kedumba we expected to find some water just off the track, but our hopes were unfounded. In Kedumba Creek there was a good flow of water which could be smelt at least fifteen yards away (the sewerage from Katoomba flows into this creek).
-We drossed but could not find any fresh water, so we camped at the junction of a to water channel and Kedumba Creek, at the bottom of a slope. We pitched the tent and collected firewood. By this time the clouds which we saw earlier were banking up, and we knew that we were in for a storm. We decided to boil some water for a drink before we dug the trench around the tent,and, with plenty of wood on, we soon boiled the billy and made tea. This was poured out into the cups, before we had time to taste it, there was a deafening clap of thunder, which was immediately followed by a vivid flash of lightning. A few drops of rain made us hurriedly carry everything into the tent, and down it came in torrents. A water bucket was filled in a minute from the tent, and now we had bucketsful of water while only a few moments before we could not find a trickle. The water then began to flow down the slope. It flooded our tent, and we cursed not having dug the trench before, so we stripped and went out in the now torrential downpour and dug the trench. After half-an-hour of this rain the storm channel was a roaring torrent and up about 4 ft., and kept on rising until it was a foot from our tent. We had just decided to move when the rain suddenly stopped and the water started to fail. After cooking our tea, we went to bed and slept with the sound of light rain pattering on our tent.
-Next morning we were up early and moved off in sunshine although the mists were still hiding the mountain tops. We climbed the ridge on to the top of Mt. Solitary and were rewarded by a sudden break in the mist and by a grand view of the Kedumba Valley and, further out, the Burragorang. After quenching our thirst with some water which we had saved from the previous night, we moved off. The mist was again thick and hid all the views.
+We crossed but could not find any fresh water, so we camped at the junction of a storm water channel and Kedumba Creek, at the bottom of a slope. We pitched the tent and collected firewood. By this time the clouds which we saw earlier were banking up, and we knew that we were in for a storm. We decided to boil some water for a drink before we dug the trench around the tent, and, with plenty of wood on, we soon boiled the billy and made tea. This was poured out into the cups, before we had time to taste it, there was a deafening clap of thunder, which was immediately followed by a vivid flash of lightning. A few drops of rain made us hurriedly carry everything into the tent, and down it came in torrents. A water bucket was filled in a minute from the tent, and now we had bucketsful of water while only a few moments before we could not find a trickle. The water then began to flow down the slope. It flooded our tent, and we cursed not having dug the trench before, so we stripped and went out in the now torrential downpour and dug the trench. After half-an-hour of this rain the storm channel was a roaring torrent and up about 4 ft, and kept on rising until it was a foot from our tent. We had just decided to move when the rain suddenly stopped and the water started to fall. After cooking our tea, we went to bed and slept with the sound of light rain pattering on our tent.
+Next morning we were up early and moved off in sunshine although the mists were still hiding the mountain tops. We climbed the ridge on to the top of Mt Solitary and were rewarded by a sudden break in the mist and by a grand view of the Kedumba Valley and, further out, the Burragorang. After quenching our thirst with some water which we had saved from the previous night, we moved off. The mist was again thick and hid all the views.
 Dinner time found us at the creek near the west end of Solitary. By this time it was extremely hot and muggy, and we knew that we were in for another storm.
-About half an hour after we left the dinner site it started to rain heavily again. It was too hot to wear the groundsheets, so we left them in the packs. We climbed off Mt.Solitary, took the track past the old mines, and followed it towards the scenic railway. When we reached the turn-off to the Golden Stairs it was raining, not "cats and dogs" but "tram cars and double-decker buses",and the mist was thick again. As the track winds around the foot of precipitous cliffs we had to walk through half.-.a-.dozen waterfalls which only fall in exceptionally heavy rain. Once we had to form a chain with our hands as the force of water on our feet made it hard to keep our footing, and if anyone had slipped, the water would have taken him at least 500 ft. down the steep slope below.
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+About half an hour after we left the dinner site it started to rain heavily again. It was too hot to wear the groundsheets, so we left them in the packs. We climbed off Mt.Solitary, took the track past the old mines, and followed it towards the scenic railway. When we reached the turn-off to the Golden Stairs it was raining, not "cats and dogs" but "tram cars and double-decker buses",and the mist was thick again. As the track winds around the foot of precipitous cliffs we had to walk through half-a-dozen waterfalls which only fall in exceptionally heavy rain. Once we had to form a chain with our hands as the force of water on our feet made it hard to keep our footing, and if anyone had slipped, the water would have taken him at least 500 ft down the steep slope below.
-Then came the landslide at Katoomba, 50 yds from which we stopped and looked. There were three falls of water coming over the top down on to the top of the slide and rushing down across the track to the bottom. Not only water was coming down, but 'rocks, some as large as a big melon, were falling from the top or on or near the track, and, gathering others on the loose surface of the slide, were rolling down to the bottom. We decided to try it. No chance of going along the track so we took the only possible way across, that was by elimbing down a 'oouple of hundred feet and crossing there. The surface was
-list clay '4* Uose rocks and it was difficult to dodge the various rolling rocks. COssihg the three streams of water was easier than we had thought it would be The 'waterbrought with it rocks, but, by some miracle, the rocks came down it groups with just enough time between each group for one person to get across. 'aust as we crossed the second stream, we noticed an almost round rock, about six or seven feet high, start to move down the third stream. It passed about ten feet in front of us, splashing us with mud and water, and then eraShed its way down to the bottom.
+Then came the landslide at Katoomba, 50 yds from which we stopped and looked. There were three falls of water coming over the top down on to the top of the slide and rushing down across the track to the bottom. Not only water was coming down, but 'rocks, some as large as a big melon, were falling from the top or on or near the track, and, gathering others on the loose surface of the slide, were rolling down to the bottom. We decided to try it. No chance of going along the track so we took the only possible way across, that was by elimbing down a couple of hundred feet and crossing there. The surface was just clay and loose rocks and it was difficult to dodge the various rolling rocks. Crossing the three streams of water was easier than we had thought it would be. The water brought with it rocks, but, by some miracle, the rocks came down in groups with just enough time between each group for one person to get across. Just as we crossed the second stream, we noticed an almost round rock, about six or seven feet high, start to move down the third stream. It passed about ten feet in front of us, splashing us with mud and water, and then crashed its way down to the bottom.
-We ' limbed back to the track after we left the slide, and went around to the Oenic railway.- Here we met a man who was wet through and was ringing up the AiLIVer of the carriage to Come down and get him. Unfortunately, on the -teIliphOne the driver could understand him but he could niot understand the driver. OUT pressing all the bells about the place/ including the emergency bell, and tilling the driver that there were four down below', he came down. He told us that we would get wet going up as he had to take us through a waterfall. Fancy
--*ruing us that we would get wet - after walking for four hours in the rain 'without groundsheets!
+We climbed back to the track after we left the slide, and went around to the Scenic Railway. Here we met a man who was wet through and was ringing up the driver of the carriage to come down and get him. Unfortunately, on the telephone the driver could understand him but he could not understand the driver. After pressing all the bells about the place, including the emergency bell, and telling the driver that there were four down below, he came down. He told us that we would get wet going up as he had to take us through a waterfall. Fancy warning us that we would get wet - after walking for four hours in the rain without groundsheets!
-We changed in a shed on top and got into a bus, which the driver told us Was starting for Katoamba immediately. The bus would not start. After cranking the engine for a while, he asked us to give him a hand to push the bus so he could start. This we did, but without success, so we decided to walk. When we reached the scenic roadway, about 100 yards from the bus which we had left, we were told we had just missgd another bus by a minutef What. luck: And we had been pushing the first bus for the past ten minutes without knowiagiof this other one, So we walked..
-WP., gib rip yr
+We changed in a shed on top and got into a bus, which the driver told us was starting for Katoomba immediately. The bus would not start. After cranking the engine for a while, he asked us to give him a hand to push the bus so he could start. This we did, but without success, so we decided to walk. When we reached the scenic roadway, about 100 yards from the bus which we had left, we were told we had just missed another bus by a minute! What luck! And we had been pushing the first bus for the past ten minutes without knowledge of this other one! So we walked.
-If you're feelins tired and blue, And you don't know what to do, Do nothint
+If you're feelins tired and blue,
+And you don't know what to do,
+Do nothin'...
 If you can't see far ahead,
-And just wish that you were dead, Stop. thinkin'......
+And just wish that you were dead,
-If your nerves are all askew, There is one good thing to do, Go walkintw$.
+Stop thinkin'...
+If your nerves are all askew,
+There is one good thing to do, Go walkintw$.
 ----.--Grenville Xleiser.
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