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TI-11_,SyDi__!_lEI A monthly Bulletin devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bush Walkers, 5 Hamilton Street, Sydney.
No. 64. Price 3d. APRIL 19407
Editor: Dorothy Lawry Business Managers Mary Stoddarte Publication) Doreen Harrie and Jessie Martin: Staff ) Bill Mullins and Arthur Salmon. www nom*.ft ftw MMMMM 00.4L2LE Editorial , .. page 1 1940 Re “union by Dorothy Langworthy. . n 2 Federation News 0000 000 n 3 Huts on the Highlands by Taro I”.. n 4 Savage Carvings Advertisement. .,. ..a. n 5 At Our Own Meeting *00* 000* ft 6 Public Notice Alm …it,. n 7 Frosty's Advertisement 0000 see* ft 8 Two Grose Valley :Excursions by Edna Garrad OSelk 9 Club Gossip 041410 “ 11 Highlights - sponsored by Stephenson 8: Bird Site ” 12 Crocodile Story by Ian Malcolm 000* “ 13 Federation's First Re-union by L.G. Harrison 0400 ” 14 Paddy's Advertisement .. 'D… “ 15 Notes on the Swimming Carnivaloto. … 0 16
When we were young and unofficial, way back in June,1932, No. 7 opened with these words, which in No. 64 we repeat most heartily,
” 'The Bushwalker' extends a hearty welcome to the new committee,- may their meetings continue to be happy and hectic as in the past.“
And it didn't rain at Easter after all!!
Those bushwalkers who refrained from going camping because of the drought, and nobly left what drinking water there was to their more adventurous comrades, will be feeling they did the right thing. Those adventurous ones who walked the bush seeking paddles of precious water - what are their feelings? What tales have they to tell?
“The Sydney Bushwalker” proclaims every issue that it is “a monthly bulletin devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bushwalkers” and that very definitely includes accounts of Easter trips. The Editor will be glad to have them as early as possible. Thank you, one and all!
The day was hot, the grass was dry. Something happened and away went the fire - zipp! It gobbled the grass and lapped the trees. When the Bush Walkers came to re-une, they found a black ruin about a green Golf Course and little wispy wreaths of smoke curling here and there. A knot of walkers gathered around the 16th tee, filling waterbags from a tap in the ground. The water was carefully poured on the little smoke wreaths. A blackened stalwart arrived from the fire-fringe; underneath the smut we saw Bill. Had he been whacking the fire with a pink bathing costume? Well, someone had. It wasn't pink any more.
The walkers gingerly crossed the ruins, looking for camp-sites. Some nestled among the trees, some on the precipitous slopes of the river bank; some chose to be exclusive among the hills beyond the 16th tee.
Presently the little tents were up and carefully fires built near. Walkers busily fried this and frizzled that while the shadows grew long and a soft violet mist crept over the river. The new members carried great logs for the camp-fire, then came hungrily to eat. The violet faded from the mist and the trees about the river grew dark.
Through the stillness came a call - a bugle call to the campfire. They came; over the dead grass, over ropes and under ropes, steering their way through this and that all the walkers from the river bank, all the walkers from the far hills, came to gather together and Re-une. From the bushland came a Spirit, strong and lithesome, bearing a faggot in his hand. He lit the great pile set by the greenhorns, spoke, and was seen no more.
The green ones were now brought forward to be tested. Were they to be worthy members of this great band, By simple means a new committee was chosen from their number and they were dispersed. Then the night was filled with music. Maidens and youths lifted voices in song while someone tried to wrap himself around a tree - just for practice. A lively game of “Look Sharp” matched the wits of old and new committees; there were songs and stories in poems until the great moment arrived - Roll Call and Supper! Make your bow first - come on, get up - right up, you ninny - have the torch shone on your face. That's right! We don't want you any more. Ah! Cocoa! All rush or urge someone to rush for you a- there are biscuits, too. Did you ever know a Bush Walker without an appetite?
And now let's hurry to the Ballet. Ah! The Ballet. The dainty Ballerina in fluffy skirt and hefty shoon, how prettily she trips: And here's Frank in long white underpants. What's he doing there? But Peter looks the part. Someone should tell him! So handsome a figure! How the ribbon sits upon his locks! Ah! The maid is coy. She offers in her hand a dainty shoe. Charge! Steady Peter! Alas! The maid is caught. The dainty Ballerina - she wilts. Ah! And again - ah!
We mustn't forget Ferdinand - the nice, little bull, Ferdinand. How he loved the beautiful flowers, even when they grew in Ladies' hats!
The night grows on apace. Campers oreep away and are lost in the night, beyond the glow of the fire. A small group stay till dawn, which they herald lustily, waking the slothful ones. “Let us Re-une”, came a voice across the spaces. He was in a boat on the river. “Let us Re-une!” And we saw him at it later.
The little people crept from their tents, yawned and made for the river. They turned boats over and buried them just to practise finding them again. And when they'd had enough of that, they practised making dampers. Mary practised best and was made to eat hers in consequence.
Having done all these things, having chatted and laughed together, recalling old friends and absent friends and friends that were yet to come, the campers folded their tents into neat little bundles, gathered the things that were their own and slowly drifted past the 16th tee. They wandered off in groups - were some carrying golf clubs? They wandered off, leaving the lonely river to mourn their absence.
The Federation has been approached by a firm of Sydney Solicitors who have a client wishing to acquire a piece of land for a reservation. Suggestions for a suitable site, accessible either by train or road, were asked for. The matter was referred to the Conservation Bureau, but at the saw time delegates were asked to spread the news amongst the affiliated clubs.
Another letter received by the Federation was from the Water Board asking that members of affiliated clubs be warned not to go onto the Woronora catchment area. Paddy now has a map showing the prohibited area, which includes the Blue Pool - the one near Helensburgh.
Mr Rae Else Mitchell presented the Federation with a blueprint of a detailed map of Mt Guouogang.
An area of 900 acres in the vicinity of the DuckhoIe has been added to Ku-ring-gai Chase, but this news is not of much interest to Bushwalkers now a motor road crosses McCarrs Creek at the Duckhole
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Last month we learned that Taro and Laz had spent the most delightful of holidays at “Kossy” this past Xmas. We listened to Taro's paeans in praise of the place, the climate, the flies, everything, in fact, but the road to this heaven on top of Australia. This month we publish the practical part of his articles, from which you will gather that the winds there are wintery even in summer, and that Taro would agree with the hymn-writer who wrote that “every prospect pleases and only man is vile.” As this article is about huts, Taro's description of the one they camped in for the eight days has been repeated. Editor.
At this very spot (Charlottes Pass) another hut materialised, right on the road; the door was open and I sniffed in and found much promise, but I did not move in till Laz - a lad with stacks of dainty ways - approved. He arrived … sniffed in, and agreed. The place was a charming understudy for a pigsty, so we put in till dark cleaning, dusting, washing and re-arranging the 6 x 2 table and a pair of comfortable bunks. Wood lay in stacks all around and a stream ran past the door.
The hut is well and truly built and has a fine fireplace. We added many shelves - meat safe - low boys and gadgets galore, also a very fine outside bathroom and porch. No fun like the fun of R Crusoe.
Happy nights we had, so snug while Aeolus fumbled vainly at the chinks in our armour. When the wind takes charge up there, a tent ordinaire is a bit of a joke.
So good is the place, that the SBW should have its own private hut tucked away in one of the many delightful, stream-fed pockets. One truck could take up the fibre and framing, and a day would see it erected. It should be just an inverted V with roof running right onto the grounds which would be best for strength, and the low end would accommodate an sorts of junk and firewood. One end could hold a big fireplace; one skylight would be enough, and the door could have a number lock for the initiated. A charge should be made to clear the cost.
All the huts about Kossy are far from special, and all are on sufferance. Owner may turn up at any minute.
The very fine Seaman Hut xxx, so perfectly designed, placed and built is, alas, now a rubbish tip. Our countrymen, with their inborn capacity for destruction have made a sad wreck of the interior. When Mr and Mrs Seaman presented it to us it was well furnished with four best iron bedsteads, with the best of kapok mattresses, pillows, and blankets, and a good stove. A recess was put near the door to hold the key when the emergency arose, and that is where the trouble started. Such a soft snap could not be missed. Two years ago it showed many a scar but now - bedsteads smashed, mattresses ripped open, kapok everywhere; stove smashed; the few remaining blankets lying in the dirt, food, tins, bottles everywhere, and to complete it, a foul smell throughout.
The ground outside is paved with empty tins and broken bottles, completely mocking the fine spirit expressed on the gold and granite tablet near the front door.
And do they tell the world! Scarce an inch of the expensive asbestos room lining but is covered with the charcoaled names of the abominators - evidently no shame in the foul mess they call their brains!
Yes, luckily, the snow kept us from such a sight, and, as it turned out the Charlottes Pass hut had one very large trump card. Right below lay the Chalet where all sorts of A1 eatables could be obtained, including rich yellow milk from a herd of Jerseys.
This, in a line, proves where the SBW but should be put.
News Flash! Time marches on! Stop Press!
Harry Savage is still carving queer things in horn. Have your seen his latest novelties?
Among the one hundred and eight who attended the Twelfth Annual Meeting were many of the older members, including the regular “once a year-ers”, and it was very pleasing to see Honorary Member, Roy Bennett, at this gathering.
The first business of the evening was to extend a welcome to two new members: Peter Allan and Ron Matthews.
The Certificates won at the recent Swimming Carnival were then presented.
From the correspondence we learned that Molly Astridge has applied to have her name transferred to the Non-active list.
The Club has purchased through the Queensland Lands Department, the five Parish maps covering the area that makes up the Lamington National Park. While on the sulLject of maps, we believe that the Railway Department, has published two new ones, “Emu Plains end Wentworth Falls” and “Wentworth Falls and Bell”. The price of these maps is 6d each.
The Federation has made a suggestion that clubs might take part in inter-club debates. It was agreed to notify the Federation that the SBW thinks the idea an excellent one but suggests that the debates take place around the campfire rather than indoors.
Mr. Jack Manson has been appointed to fill a vacancy which occured on the Conservation Bureau.
There was a pleasant interlude, while a telegram from the “Rootses” expressing good wishes for the Re-union, was read to the meeting.
Here are the results of the Election of Officers for the coming twelve months
It was agreed that the Annual Subscription should remain at 10/- and the Entrance Fee at 2/6d.
The meeting closed at 10.15 pm and some members scampered for late trains to take them to the Re-union camp spot, while the rest ran off home to pack so as to be in plenty of time for the Saturday trains carrying them to Emu Plains, there to indulge in lots of “re-une” with kindred spirits over the whole weekend.
Members are notified of a change in the Walks Programme.
Reg Alder's weekend trip which is listed for April 5th, 6th, 7th has been changed to April 26th, 27th, 28th and the trip listed to be led jointly by Mary Stoddart and Gordon Smith on that weekend has been moved forward to April 5th, 6th, 7th.
Both of these trips start from Katoomba on the Friday night. If you want to go down Megalong Creek to Coxs River and back up Galong Creek, see Reg Alder and keep the last weekend in April free.
If you wanted to go on the Cedar Creek trip, you will have to do it some other time, for the train left at 6.30 pm tonight - “last Friday night” if you are not reading this on the night of publication.
Seen at Paddy's during a social call: detachable soles heavily studded to prevent slipping. They are worn over the ordinary shoes and kept on by an interlacing of straps like a sandal. These were brought from New Zealand by Rev N Chambers, used on his soul-saving expeditions over the wildest parts of his parish.
“Now, to be properly enjoyed, a walking tour should be gone upon alone…. because freedom is of the essence, because you should be able to stop, and go on, and follow this way and that as the freak takes you and because you must have your own pack, and neither trot alongside a champion walker, nor mince in time with a girl! and then you must be open to all impressions and let your thoughts take colour from what you see. You should be as a pipe for any wind to play on. There should be no cackle of voices at your elbow to jar upon the meditative silence of the morning. And so long as a man is reasoning he cannot surrender himself to that fine intoxication that comes of much motion in the open air, that begins with a sort of sluggishness of the brain and ends in a peace that passes comprehension.”
5 SOLE SAY: rBUSINESS AND PIEASU1E Don't Mix” Well, they don't, do they, as a rule? Just about the last thing one would think of talking about on a bush walk, for instance, is business,: By the sane token, I feel rather guilty of intruding (8) the subject in these pages. However, getting it over quickly, “Frostie”, during those tiresome- periods between meek-end! lurks behind a sign reading - ADA. FROST DIRESSIAKER and in spite of this handicap, manages to be quite efficient in the matter of styles and workmanship. In case you might be interested some time, the addriliss is - POST OFFICE CHAMBERS 3.14-92.9222-PIA-Rant/: and the 'Phone Geolpe B.U. 5427. ,r11117) ORC.'.??T, Garrad.. Slowly and somewhat reluctantly I wakened, and then gradually became aware of the beauty around me. The early morning light was filtering through the tall slender gums, lending them a mystic and placid loveliness. It was an ateloephere to inopire reverence and awe, and the only sound was the faint stirring of the leaves in the breeze and the tve itterings of the birds. I was supremely content. Suddenly I remembered. This was the day we were to climb Mount King George I aroused my companions and we prepared and ate our breakfast with one eye on the changing light reflected from the sunrise.; Finally at about 6 a;Tne we set forth armed with a length of rope, cameras, and a supply of oranges. There were several parties camped in the Forest and they eyed our early start with assumed horror. Ken and Colin, of course, are experienced climbers, but like most bushwalkers, I have done little climbing with ropes, and I was seething with excitement and perhaps a little apprehension,. We took the first ridge on the left rising from the Grose below Blue Gum) and worked our way ep Ara 11 be low the rock face s we ente red the creek 'bed, and from then on were continua:U.,y in and out of the creek. We found lots of friendly branches, tree trunks and roots to assist us in ascending to the different levels. The first time we used the rope was rather interesting. It was possible to reach the lodge above, but there were no holds. Subsequently we laseeed two trees and formed a kind of ladder in the middle It was irapcssible to use either tree singly, as they were on each side of the portion we needed to climb, and to have used one or the other would have necessitated swinging over space. Once Ken was up, it was quite simple. There was one delightful spot where the rocks form a natural balcony with balustrade, from which you can look down to the river and realise the height you have made. The most difficult portion is near the top. The creek bed divides into two chirmoy s, the one on the right being quite impossible, and the one on the left for some time did not look 'Cr o ry hopofulo The rock forms a shallow typo of chimney with practically no walls and flat at the back,; However Ken got up and having arrivcd2 spent a considerable time studying the balance of the cliff Wm- ore lowering the rope for Colin and me,. It was dree dful. The thought of not making the top after having cam so far was tragic. Heweverv haveng studied the poeition carefully, Ken leweecel the repo and went up the chinney I was a bit staggeredr Alan I saw the email rock and more pexticular15; the angle of the rock to which the rope had been o1ayod. In those eircunst exec s It is well to be aware of your own 4:nor:moo and have lots of faith in your leader; I decided cheerfully that “1..en knew beet”. We found that the difficulty which had boon concerning him was a nasty corner with a drop of sixty or seventy foot beneath. There was no danger while the rock helcl, but it was the kind of thin lodged rock that crumbles away. However this was successfully negotiated and then it was no distexecto the tope Vie had talked of this climb since Eight-Hourm'Weekend when with Marie, Peter and Ray!,., vie had made a set camp at the beck of Mount; King George and explored the tops. Now, having made our objective we wore more contented than triumphant, end all walkers know the satisfaction of a feat accomplished ( 10 ) It was a glorious morning- blue sky, fleecy clouds and a gentle breeze. There were wild flowers in abundance, and the perfume of the boronia floribunda was a continual delight. We continued along the cliff edge until we reached the col between King George and Mt. Cayley. We had previously tried to climb this creek and also the next, but without ropes and with the possibility of finding oursCi in a position where we could neither get down or ascend, and had given up tLa attempt. Later however Ray, Ken and Pete had made their way up from the bottom, so that we knew this gully was negotiable. Although this creek is interesting it is not as exciting as the first one. I preferred to use the r.7' ., on several occasions and would not care to go dawn without it. I have a horrible memory of Ken shinning up a tree with a drop of hundreds of feet beneath him. Half way down we can across a most extraordinary plant. It was like a giant christmas bell about six times the size of a good sized bell* and with lots of flowers on the stem. Below tho cliff faces we worked across to the right, down the ridge and back to Blue Gem for lunch- well satisfied with our morning's work. Anniversary weekend we returned to the Grose, but camped about four miles below Blue Gum. Our objective this time Was what We call the Coal Nine Gully, and no doubt you have all noticed the mine on the map and the zig zag track marked loading to it. I had tried to pick out the mina from below, above and across the valley, but without success. This was not remarkable as the mine entrance we found to be facing the creek bed and entering straight into the cliff side. The shaft only goes in about twenty odd feet. We held a council of war here, and decided that Ken and Dorothy would take the right hand side of the crook, Fred Svenson and Colin the left, and I would continue up the creek bed. My way proved simple and there were evidences of wallaby tracks and, un thought, signs that this route had been used by the prospectors. From the top we had previously decided that this gully would undoubtedly prove impossible, but were anxious to “give it a go”. It proved remarkably easy. Following up the crook bed there is an obvious way out to the right, and this gully can be recommended to anyone interested in anew way out of the Grose. There are well defined tracks loading to the Boll Road, but it would be best to discuss this portion with someone who has boon there..unlass you have plenty of time to spare. The going an the tracks is easy, and presumably they are used by cattle,. Leaving the crook bed, we climbed over Mt. Caton across another knob and then reached a very green gully which wo had observed from the other side of the Grose and had considered looked very promising. It proved to be the most beautiful of the four gullies we had climbed, being full of tree ferns land lower down we came to a delightful running stream, which, after the murky Grose and other streams we have come to regard as usual this summer, was a real joy. We had lunch in a pleasant spot half way down, beside spool and surrounded by tree ferns. The' only snags in this descent wore the lower vines and the thorns of the tree fornso They wore most unfriendly. There was no difficulty in climbing down to the river, and the rope was not required in either of these gullies. They are easily accessible to any walker. The last crook is roughly opposite the crook which forms the only way we knowi-yotis onto Mount Hay from the Grose. (11) Both these trips proved extremely interesting, and undoubtedly to explore new countryi not knowing whether you will make it or have to turn back and retrace all the ground gained, is indeed the very spice of walking. qm GOSSIP. George Baker, who broke his ankle while skiing in New Zealand last year, is back in Sydney again with said ankle nearly as good as new. We were pleased to see George at the Rea-union. Two couples who announced their engagements recently are, Audrey Wilkins and Alan Whitfield, and Alice Collins and Allan Wyborn. We wish them all the best of luck. We understand that Audrey Lumsden is now Mrs, Phil Lockwood, so watch young Stan; with no big sister at home to suppress him he will probably be bursting forth in all sorts of directions. …… M1.1.011.4M11. ………. Bk. Notice on the Reserved Carriage taking party of S.B.Wts to the Re-unionv“'Reserved Fifty 2nd Class Bushwalkers.” I know not where the white road runs, nor what the blue bills are, But a. man can have the Sun for friend, and for his guide a star; And therats no end of voyaging when once the voice is heard, For the river calls and the road calls, and oh: the call of a bird – Gerald Gould. (12) “HIGHLIGHTS” Sponsored by STEPIENSON & BIRD. Opticians* Optometrists and Orthoptists. 'Phones 2 B 1438 Morris M.Stepbenson XB 4406. A.S 'Tee. (Dip.Opt …… ….. ….. This month Morrie Stephenson supplies us with some notes on - THE ORIGET,OF CILIER.A. The optical principles of the camera were first expounded at the end of the sixteenth century by the genius Leonardo da Vinci. The first camera was made by Baptista della Porta of Naples in 1605 although the credit is usually given to Robert Hooke* who made an instrument in 1679. These instruments were unable to produce photographs and simply consisted of a lens which focussed an Image upon a ground glass plate. Such a device is known today as the 'Camera Obscurai In 1727 J.H. Schultze, a German* took copies of a, letter by a method of contact printing* and he employed silver nitrate in the grace ss. The darkening action of light on silver chloride was first properly investigated by the Swedish chemist 'Scheele'. W.H. Wollaston observed that the colour of yellow gum guaiacum was altered by the action of light* and Sir Humphrey Davy also noted a similar effect in the case of moist oxide of lead. The first photographic print was obtained in 1802 by Thomas Wedgwood. He used silver nitrate and obtained prints giving the outlines of shadows. The well known work of Daguerre and Niepce in France was revealed in 1837* and four years later their contemporary, *Talbot patented in England a process for producing photographic prints. From this on, the progress has been rapid* the mane of George K. Eastman of Rochester, New York, being outstanding.
Thanks 9 Morrie: Photography is a very live subject with bushwalkers at present. In fact, 1940 should see a big increase in the numbers of camera enthusiasts as well as on improvement in their standards fort not only is the Federation making arrangements for a series of lectures on photography* but our own Club, the S.B.W.* is going to hold Photographic Exhibitions and Competitions in the club room. The first of these Exhibitions will take place on 26th April, 19409 and full details may be seen on the notice board. (13) CROCOIIIE STORY. Whe re -the Swamp of Ingourie runs down You remember the Monster that haunted Loch Ness? Well, Yambats got wan of its own, more or less. He was seen on the train-line a-pickin“ his teeth, An* the places he turns up, 'tis past all belief : He 'a twinty foot long- sure that's nearly a mile: Wid eyes big as tea-plates, an' a, beautiful If you want for to see him, tedad, you should be Where the swamp of Angourie runs down to the sea it The Police were informed, an' they went to the ground, For clues of a Crocodile snooping around; An' Pressmeaoan. Experts, an” MaPos galore All gathered to talk- an' jazrztuis to explore But the Croc,he was shy, in the limelight he pined* An went gushing tears of the crocodile kind Wid his finger-prints taken* he lost all his glee Where the swamp of Angourie runs down to the sea ! Now there's people who sneer an' make jokes in the Press, An' they says “ 'Tie all blame– just like at Loch Ness” But there's others who awe ax' that he bellows at night, An' gargles his throat as he swallows a bite. To the lad who can find him, T'Reward's not a dime - But a good fifty pounds, for his trouble an' times So i thik that tomorrow, 'tis fish5rit be - Where the swamp of Angourie runs dam to the sea If your'e passint that way in the next day or twos An* the Croc's not arrested or put in the Zoo, Then maybe you'll see him- just driftins along, WId a smile on his lips and his heart in a song; An' if you should spot him quite close to the shore With an extra large bulge in his fat pinafore- Shure- that might be an Expert, an MoPte- or a. - Where the swamp of Angourie runs down to the sea (by Ian (Scotty) Malcolm A Judge says, “Picnic parties are the biggest enemies of rural beauty.” Litter-ally speaking, of course. From “The Catalina Islander” - California. (14) .12x).. Hari_ 1.2ont Reserved carriages, scores of rucksacks and many cheery, healthyptalking owners; such was the overture to the First Annual Re.-Union organised by the N.S.W. Federation of Bush Walking Clubs. The parties arrived by foot, by lorry and by car at Luscombe's Flat On the Grose River and spread over an area of approximately a quarter of a mile along the edge of the river. Paddy Pallin's face sitting in front of a notice, “Silence, Committee in session”, was the greeting that many of us got when we arrived, and everyone agreed that Paddy's happy spirit was the spirit of the week-end. Tents were erected in a businesslike and efficient manner and very quickly the Flat took on the usual homely, welli-ordered appearance that Bush Walkers' encampments do. The Camp-Fire in the evening was lit with due ceremony. First came the President of the Federation, Bill Hob sgrove 9 bearing a flaming torch, from which a representative of each ef the affiliated Clubs lit a torch and then marched across and helped form a circle around each of the two camp-fires. At a given signal, burning torches were plunged in the ready stacked, dry wood and the camp-fires were lit. There were 250 members present and the entertainment continued far into the night, most of the clubs contributing items. lir. Gordon Young, Physical Fitness Expert, gave an inspiring talk on the needs of the children in poorer areas and particularly the necessity for providing them with healthy out-door recreation. This was followed by an appeal from the Federation's Publicity Bureau for leaders -to take children from the Coronation Playground into the bush: At about 12.30 a m. the more or less forme/ programme ended with supper and many campers drifted off to bed. The remaining enthusiasts made a circle round one fire and sang and harmonised far into the morning. During Sunday demonstrations of bushcraft and canoeing were given. A raft was improvised with groundsheets and bracken, and a patient was floated across the river an it. The campers were also shown how to float packs across the river by wrapping them in groundsheets to keep them dry. The friendly spirit or the bush was evident in spite of the February heat, and the campers ma de the most of this opportunity of meeting members of other clubs. All considered that the Federation had made a distinct step forward in bringing so many together for the free interchange of ideas and the furthering of its ideals. (16) NOTES ON TI:11ANILIAL.- by Edna _,Garrad. The gviimraing carnival was again held at Sandy Bends Mintos and was attended by about fifty members. This was considera.13Iy less than last year mring no doubt to the fact that the Federation Reunion was a counter attraction. We all had a jolly good time and under Bill _Henley-is guidance the events were run off in record style. The results were as follows: -1. Men Ladies Men 93 yards Championship 50 100 “ 100 ” Handicap. Rescue Race Telegram Race 11 11 Baloon Plunge II Peanut Scramble Diving ti Underwater swim Diving Mandle berg CupAd: Whinier A. Wilkins A, Whinier P. Allen P. White and P. Allen A. Whither Bo Cooper T. Coffee F. Allsi vorth U A. Whillier A. Whitfield A. Wilkins Edna Stretton A. Wyburn Co Holstrom E. Garrad and I.Butler. it Ladies Men Ladies II te Ladies Men it Pr ospe ctive s —– 000- MRTMRS ARE REMIND .. Section 6 subsection (b) of the Constitution says “Subscriptions shall be due and payable at the Annual Meeting The Annual Meeting was held on March 8th VW 3250 Subscriptions are n ueow Bill Hall is the Honorary Treasurer this year – He will be pleased to see you and your subscription. No need to make an appointments just stroll up A.ND PA.Y UP