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-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER
+======The Sydney Bushwalker.======
-A monthly Bulletin devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bushwalkers 5 Hamilton Street, Sydney,
-No.114, JUNE, 1944 Price
-Editor: C. Kinsella Production: Yvonne Rolfe
-Asst, G, Jolly Ast, Alice Wyborn
-Bus.Manager; J.Johnson Sales & Subs. Betty Dickenson.
- IN D:E X Rise
- Editorial . .... 010, 1
-. Out Tingroo Way ..... A. Wyborn 2
-. A Weeks Solitude 4. . D. lisluck 4
--:,
- Letters from the L-Ids & Lassies 000 5
- ' .' 7
- To Doris Alden in the Far North
- An Open Letter 000 ' Production Staff 8
- Our Own Meting 000 ,00 8
- Federation Report ... - _ ... 9
- Kosciusko Stte Park Act   10
- .GOodman 's JUvt ' ..: 11
- Paddy Again ... 00 12
-EDITORIAL
-Have you ever read Alice in Wonderland? Do you remember much about it? I don't, except that I have a vague recollection that that-adventurous young lady in an idle moment, nibbled a mblshroom or some sort of fungus (for the sake of SCIENCE and 'TRUTH, I'll not attempt any botanical name) 2 and then found herself growing and growing until she rriached alarming propor-
-,.. tioncz, Well; I don't know whole 1.DI nibbling strange fungi
- among the staff of the Sydney Bushwalker but there,hap ben an
-. , extracrr:Anafy growth in cost of production and we've beon wonder-
-ing wha wc could do about it,- It. was 'acciaed at the 1r,st
-monthly neet4ng to ncrease the prize to since for clubroom saleo id sI shillings (plus -11D17tap for sabscribeo's but to
-leaoye t pric,, to the Seriof2s ComTteet 'ouIpeTace,Ii
-this qvay we t.:Te that Lncreaced xa1r will be met
-there will be no danger of making rrorofit. When :you f:-ad
-the lettar in this issue from the 12r::-ou(;Lion Staff you will reallsi, that rising costs are che let of their worrias ).ad the dreams that follow the dy's struggle with pa..:)er, ink and
-the Infernal Mchine are more frenzied and fatltEtic than any of Alice's strange adv-ntures.
-.
-OUT TTNAGROO WAY -
-By Allan Wyborn,
- t
+A monthly Bulletin devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bushwalkers, 5 Hamilton Street, Sydney.
-Saone was cilr destination7 with the Easter holide ys in front us.., i.L n.F,w farall b-ut t1r.5 ace -e2ie Lang was not .
-good twelve people in a tiny -guards compartment. - but nobody minded,
+----
-ase..discomfort-w,as JotareHunter "gPent an unusual, night- in a sleeping bag po rched between two railway platforms,
+===No. 114. June, 1944. Price 6d.===
+|**Editor**|C. Kinsella|
+|**Assistant Editor**|G. Jolly|
+|**Business Manager**|J. Johnson|
+|**Production**|Yvonne Rolfe|
+|**Production Assistant**|Alice Wyborn|
+|**Subscriptions**|Betty Dickenson|
+=====In This Issue:=====
+| | |Page|
+|Editorial| | 1|
+|Out Tinagroo Way|A. Wyborn| 2|
+|A Week's Solitude|D. Hasluck| 4|
+|Letters from the Lads & Lassies| | 5|
+|To Doris Alden in the Far North| | 7|
+|An Open Letter|Production Staff| 8|
+|Our Own Meting| | 8|
+|Federation Report| | 9|
+|Kosciusko State Park Act| |10|
+=====Advertisements:=====
+| |Page|
+|Goodman's Advt.|11|
+|Paddy Again|12|
+----
+=====Editorial.=====
+Have you ever read Alice in Wonderland? Do you remember much about it? I don't, except that I have a vague recollection that that adventurous young lady in an idle moment, nibbled a mushroom or some sort of fungus (for the sake of Science and Truth, I'll not attempt any botanical name), and then found herself growing and growing until she reached alarming proportions. Well, I don't know who's been nibbling strange fungi among the staff of the Sydney Bushwalker but there has been an extraordinary growth in cost of production and we've been wondering what we could do about it. It was decided at the 1ast monthly meeting to increase the price to sixpence for clubroom sales and six shillings (plus postage) for subscriber's but to leave the price to the Services Committee at fourpence. In this way we hope that increased expendature will be met while there will be no danger of making any profit. When you read the letter in this issue from the Production Staff you will realise that rising costs are the least of their worries and the dreams that follow the day's struggle with paper, ink and the Infernal Machine are more frenzied and fantastic than any of Alice's strange adventures.
+----
+=====Out Tinagroo Way.=====
+By Allan Wyborn.
+Scone was our destination, with the Easter holidays in front of us, in new Country for all but the leader. Travelling was not so good - twelve people in a tiny guard's compartment - but nobody minded, as discomfort was expected. John Hunter spent an unusual night in a sleeping bag perched between two railway platforms.
+At Scone railway station in the early hours of the morning, a warm fire claimed our attention till half of the party was taken by car out to Thomson's Creek at the foot of Mt. Tinagroo. After picking up Joe Turner from Armidale, the other half folloved them. The route up Thompson's Creek lay through W. H. Mackay's station, typical of the fertile country of the Upper Hunter Valley. By the lovely park-like land it was easily seen from where the wealth of the property came.
+Leaving the creek we began the 2,600 ft. climb toward the top of Mt. Tinagroo, battling against a wind of gale proportions which made the going doubly hard. By lunch we had reached a shelf 1,100 ft. below the top, where the leader, Fred Kennedy, decided, to camp after having found a spring. Certainly a unique camp with a nice panorama towards Scone. But a much better view was to come. Leaving packs we finished the climb to the top of Mt. Tinagroo, 4,100 feet high. This peak is part of the Great Dividing Range, here called the Liverpool Range. From it grand views of the Liverpool Plains on the west, and the Hunter catchment area on the east were enjoyed. Looking down the Kingdon Ponds Valley the towns of Scone, Aberdeen and Muswellbrook lay white and glistening in the afternoon sun. That night the wind freshened still more, and ten of us lay in fear of the tents being blown away. Next morning we did notice one tent blown down, but the occupant had not even stirred.
+Going northward along the main range we climbed Murrurundi Trig, which although only 100 feet higher than Tinagroo, offered a much more extensive panorama of at least 5,000,000 acres. To the north west beyond the Liverpool Plains, the sharp peaks of the Warrumbungle Range were silhouetted against the skyline. Southwest the Liverpool Range offered some a11uring peaks, distinctive amongst which were Oxley Peak and the huge Moan Rock, virtually unknown to walkers. To the north were the approaches to the Nandewar Range, while eastwards Barrington Tops and the rich Hunter and Goulburn valleys completed the cyclorama.
+Proceeding north about one mile we left the Dividing Range, turning east toward Mount Murulla, which we hoped to pass before making camp. But not so; we spent all that day without water, climbing from one peak to another. The lack of water, however, was alleviated by the lovely weather and glorious views. On reaching the plateau before Murulla Trig, we were very fortunate to find one tiny pool of water, so camp was made 'neath a full moon. Later we saw the twinkling lights of the valley towns far below.
+Murulla Trig proved to be the last big Mountain of the range. From here we could look down on the Kingdon Ponds Valley. At the western end the town of Murrurundi nestled c1ose to the pass over the Main Dividing Range, here only 2,500 feet high. In bygone days all traffic for the northwest of N.S.W. and southern Queensland passed over this route after coming from Sydney to Newcastle by packetboat. Opposite Murulla a white patch could be seen through the binoculars, with blue smoke rising from it. This was The Burning Mountain, our next objective in the trip.
+Descending from Murulla along Warland's Range we came to the old northern highway along which the coaches of Cobb & Co. clattered during the last century. Here stands a forgotten relic of the past - a monument to one Peter Clarke, who was shot dead by Wilson, the bushranger, while trying to effect his capture on 9.4.1863. exactly 81 years ago to the day.
+To get to the Burning Mountain, we had to cross the main northern railway. Leaving our packs in a sheltered spot we rapidly made our way to the top, as the weather looked very threatening. There is no doubt that the burning of the underground coal seam is dying down. What little smoke was issuing was being blown along the ground by the high wind, so one enterprising member conceived the idea of helping along the fire with green leaves, so that it would look better in a photograh. The ground around the actual seat of the fire was too hot to touch, and was covered in white ash and beautiful sulphur crystals. In the wake of the fire the land had sunk up to 20 feet in places leaving some remarkably deep cracks and fissures.
+Our visit was cut short by rain, and we had to make a dash back for the rucksaks. The remainder of the afternoon was spent walking in a heavy downpour, until we reached "Bickham", one of the big and cattle stations of the district. Our stay here had been previously arranged. Joe Turner and Taro had arrived earlier, and had a large fire in the kitchen of the shearer's mess room. We were glad of the warmth and shelter after a tiring day. Fresh bread, butter and a whole sheep were placed at our disposl by the kind generosity of the owner, Mr. Max Wright.
+After passing the evening singing, accompanied by Taro's flute, around the great open fireplace, we retired to separate bunkhouses equipped with wire mattress beds. This was virtually the end of a well planned and enjoyable trip, as we caught the train from Blandford, only three miles away, at 10 a.m. next morning.
+----
+====The Bushwalker Annual.====
+Dorothy Lawry, the Editor of the Bushwalker Annual, announces that permission to publish has been given for this year. The same printer and the same paper will be available.
+Contributions of prose, poetry, photographs, and sketches are asked for.
+----
+=====A Week's Solitude.=====
+by Dorothy Hasluck.
+Having wanted for a long time to spend a week alone, and the time and opportunity presenting itself, I found myself saying goodbye to the rest of our Kosciusko party with rather mixed feelings, we having had a very happy time together. We humans being such a mass of complexities and contradictions, I felt both glad and sorry. Sorry at the loss of the happy companionship and glad that I was about to experience that to which I had long looked forward.
+I had previously decided to camp on the Snowy River near Jindabyne and with that idea in mind I had left a pack of food at the Post Office. But on arrival at Rose's hut on the Thredbo, I was so delighted with its situation that I decided to stay there instead. Jack, one of the stockmen, kindly offered to get the pack and bring me some fruit. The Gods as usual looked after me but - (there is always a but) on making enquiries at the Post Office the pack was not forth coming. Still on examining th food left by the others and being able to get some eggs, onions ind app1es from a farm (eggs a shilling a dozen) I found I could manage, with just a shortage of tea and no milk. I decided these items were not worth a 22 mile walk, but the Gods once more came up to scratch and along came real milk per Jack on his way to Dead Horse Hut. Several more bottles followed per Jack's father who was quite sure I hadn't enough food and even brought matches along in case I was short. But the crowning kindness was, now hold your breath, a large tin of Captain SARDINES!!! I was almost speechless at the appearance, out of the blue as it were, of this almost forgotten item of diet.
+The hut was on a grassy slope facing the east, a small creek wound its way nearby, the first rays of the sun woke me from sleep and gradually dispersed the soft-downy mist. While having my evening meal, there was always a feast for my eyes also; a lovely pageant of changing colour, red, gold and indigo as the sun sank below Groggin Gap. Each day I went for a swim in the Thredbo and then sunbaked amidst the sally trees high on the ridge, breathing in their strongly aromatic perfume and meditating, no - not on my sins as you might think - but on the graciousness of living amidst nature, far from the hurly-burly and strife of the world. All the people living round about the mountains have lovely, soft lilting voices like the Welsh in "How Green Was My Valley". I think they must imbibe the spirit and calm beauty of the hills and manifest it in their speech.
+On the Wednesday I set off about 9.30 down the Thredbo to the Creek at the junction of the Snowy. After about 3 1/2 hours walking I came to the conclusion it was more than 5 miles, the distance I had been given, so I had lunch and a swim and then relaxed. The river is even more beautiful in its lower reaches. At the junction of the Little Ttredbo it broadens into quiet still reaches flanked on either side by some magnificent blue gum. Every now and again it descends in sparlaing cascades and rapids and then divides and flows round a wooded island onward to a gorge of rocky ramparts. Little robins flitted in the trees, their scsarlet breasts looking like vivid flowers or autumn leaves.
+A hushed silence pervaded all, broken only by the twittering of birds and the murmur of the river, when with dramatic suddennessce me a clap of thunder effectually arousing me from my daydreams. Heavy clouds banked up in the sky and rain began to fall all in the twinkling of an eye, clinching my half-made decision to give up looking for the Creek and return.
+On nearing the junction where stands Dr. Bullock's hut (his refuge from the madding crowd) I was hailed by two men across the river. Seeing a stump burning, I brightly asked them were they doing a little burning off, quite the wrong thing to have said as they turned out to be from Sydney on a fishing holiday.
+Well, in spite of everyone's pessimism, I thoroughly enjoyed my week alone and left with many regrets for the farm where I had been asked to stay the night. On the following morning when I reached the mill from where I was to be given a lift into Jindabyne, there were about nine of us to pack onto the unfortunate car. The owner was, however quite unperturbed and by dint of packing and squeezing and standing on the running board we and the luggage were duly accommodated.
+With a grand flourish I finished up at the races at Jindabyne resplendent in green japara slacks and scarlet cardigan. A fitting finish to a week of solitude!
+----
+=====Letters From The Lads And Lasses.=====
+The following members of the Walking Fraternity wrote to us during May:-
+  * Peter Allen
+  * Frank Gentle
+  * Doris Allden
+  * Ruth McLaren
+  * Chas. Jones
+  * Rita Stanford
+  * Arthur Austin
+===Rita Stanford - Coolangatta, 3-5-44.===
+Received the photos of the Reunion and it seems just the same as before, if anything though a bit larger family. The folk al1 look very happy although how else could they look at a S.B.W. Reunion. These have great memories for everyone. Sat dwon and picked out all the old faces. Felt quite happy to recognise so many of them. The membership sems to be growing very rapidly. I have been out on numrous picnics but cannot talk the girls into going for week-ends. There would be only two of us and the parts up here are not like down home where you can rush off and settle into the bush and not see anyone. There are too many people about. It is one of Queensland's main beach resorts and the Yank army and navy have rest camps near by. Never mind it may a11 blow over soon and we will return to our usual places and then:- "Look out Sydney here I come". You do not really miss your home and the bush till you are away from it.
+===Ruth McLaren - Maryborough - 4-5-44.===
+Thanks for the photo of the Reunion they certainly made me homesick to see all the familiar faces in the camp fire light, glad you got May Boyd in the photo even if she has got a look on her face like the Queen of Sheba, but don't tell her I said so.
-At Shone railway station in the early hours:-of the morAng, warm '..fire 'claimed ou'.r attention- till half of the party was te..k en by car out to Thomscnrs Creek at the foot of Mt, TinaeToo, after ipicking up Joe
-Turner from Armidale, the other- folloved them, The route up Thompsoni,s Creek lay through VI, H. Mackay'A.E.--tation, ty-pical Of the fertile country of the '1-e peir_ iunter Valley.,-...-By the lovely park-like land it was easily seen fre-)m. 'Whe re the wealth (Ve,the property came,
- Leaving the creek wb-locgan the. 2600 ft, climb toward the top of Mt. Tinagroo, battling..a.13-a inE.:.t 9. wind of gale proportions which' made the going doubly hard, By lunch we had reached'. 'a shelf 1,100 ft, -below the top, where the leader, Fd Kennedy, decided, to camp after 'having found: a spring.. _Certainly a: "Unique camp with; a nice -panorama tOWards Scone, But a much.--better view Ara:s to come. Leaving pa.05:s we finished: the climb to the top of Mt, Tinagroo., 4,100 feet high., This peak is part' of the Great Dividing Range2- he-.. called the Liverpool Range. From- it grand views of the Liverpool Plains on the west,- and.- the Hunter catchment area on the east w-re enjoyed, Looking down the Kingdon Ponds Valley the towns of Scone, Aberdeen and Muswellbrook lay white and glistening in the afternoon sun, That night the -wind freshened still more, and ten of us lay in fear of the tents beineb-loVii-aiay. Next morning we did notice one tent blown down, but the occupant. had not even- stirred,
-Going ndrthwp a.ea along the main range we cl'-fmbed Murrurundi Trig,which although 61-.d y 100 feet higher than Tina groo<, offered a much mo're extensive panorama of at least 5,000,000 acres. To the north west beyond the 1:iverpo7)1 Plains, the sharp peaks of the Wa rrumbungle Range v,Tere silhouetted against the skyline, Southwest the Liverpool Range' offered some a.11u ring peal r.s,' distinctive amongst which_ were Oxley Peak and the huge Mc)an. Rockl .unknown to walkers. To the -north were the aeeeroaches to the Nandewar Range, while eastwards Barrington '.0ops e nd the rich Hunter and G-oulburn valleys completed the cyclorama.
-Proceeding north about one mile we left the Dividine Range,. turning east toward Mount Murulla., which we hoped to pass before mal:in g camp. But not so; we spent all that day without iiveAer, climbing from one peak to another., The lack of water, however, was alleviated by the lovely weather and glorious vie '.' so On re_ chink the plateau ore Murulla Trig, wo were very fortunate to find one tiny pool ofewe ter, so camp was made Ineath a full moon, Later we saw the twinkling lights of the valley towns far below,'
-Murulla Trig proved to be the last big Mountain of the range. From
-here we could look down on the Kingden/Pbdds Valley. At the western end the town of Murrurundi nestled 1ose to thpass oVer the. Main Dividing Range, here only 2,500 feet high. In bygone days all traffic for the northwest of N.S.W. and southern Queensland passed over this roiate after coming from Sydney to Newcastle by packetboat. Opposite Murulln white patch could be seen through the binoculars, with blue smoke rising fr6m it This was The Burning Mountain, our next objective in the triT).
-Descendin7 from Murulla along Warland's Range we came to the oil northern highway along which the coaches of Cobb & Co. clattered during the last century. Here stands a forgotten relic of the past a monurilant to one Peter Clarke, who was shot dead by Wilson, the bushraner, while trying to effect his capture on 9.k,1863. exactly 81 years ago to the day.
-To get to the Burning Mountain, we had to cross the main northern railway. Leaving our packs in a sheltered spot we rapidly made our way to the top, as the weather looked very threatening. There is no doubt that the burning of the underground coal seam is dying down. What little smoke was issuing was being blown along the ground by the high wind, so one enterprising member conceived the idea of helping alon The fire with green leaves, so that it would look better in a photograh. The ground around the actual seat of the fire was too hot to touch, and was covered in white ash and beautiful sulehur crystals. In the wake of the fire the lend had
-sunk up to 20 feet in plces some rm.-).rk3b1y deel? cracks and fissures.
-Our visit was cut short by rain, L.-/d we 11d to make a dash back for the rucksaks. The remainder of the afternoon was sl)ent walking in a heavy downpour, until we reached "Bickham", one of the big and cattle stations of the district, Our stay here-had been' previously arranged. Joe Turner and Taro had arrived earlier-I and had a large fire in the kitchen of the shearer's mess room. We were glad of the wqrmth and shelter after a tiring day. Fresh bread, butter and a whole sheep were placed at our disposl by the kind generosity of the owner, Mr. Max 1Nri,ght.,
-After passing the evening _singing, accompanied by Taro's flute, around the ,great open fireplace, we retired to separate bunkhouses equipped with wire mattress beds. This was virtually the end of a well planned and enjoyable trip, as we caugh-4,the train from Blandford, only three 'miles away, at 10 acm, next morning.
-THE BUSHWALKER ANNUAL
-_
-DorothY.Lawry, the Editor of the Bushwaiker Annual,'announc6 that permission. to publish has been given for this year, The same printer and the same paper will be available,
-Contributions of prOse poetry, photographs, and sketches are asked for.
-....... ...... -
-A WtEK1S SOLITUDE
-....
-by Dorothy Hasluck&
-Havi,ng wanted for a long time to spend a Week alone, and the time and opportunity presenting itSelf, I found myself saYing goodbye to the rest of our Kosciusko party with,rather mixed feelings, we having had a very ha?py
-time togethell, hilmanei being such a as of complexities and contradictions, I felt both glad and sorry. Sorry at the loss of the happy companionship
-and glad that I was about to experience that to which I had long looked forwarc4,-
-I had previously decided to camp on the Snowy River near J.indabyne and with that idea in mind I hal left a pack of food at the Post Office, But on arrival at Rose's hut on the Thredbe) I was so delighted with its situation that I decided to stay there instead & Jack) one of the stockmen, kindly offered to get the pack and bring me some fruit, The Gods as usual looked after me but--(there is always a but) on making enquiries at th Post Office the pack was not forth coming. Still on examinin; th food'lft by the others and being able to ,,;et some eggs, onions ind a-3'1es fre:n a f ,rm (eggs a shilling a dozen) I found I could re, ,.nge, with just a shortage of tea and no milk, I decided these items ipere not worth a 22 mile walk, but the Gods once more came up to scratch dnd along c=lme real milk per Jack on his way to Dead Horse Hut, Several more bottles followed -Der Jack's father who was quite sure I h-dn't enough food and even brouht matclPs along in case
-I was short. But the crowning kindness was, now hold your breath, a large tin of Captain SARDINEM1 I was almost speechless at the appearance, out of the blue at it were, of this almost forgotten item of diet.
-The hut was on a grassy slope facing the east, a small creek wound its way nearby, the first rays of the sun woke me from eqeep and gradually dispersed the soft-downy mist. While having my evening meal, there was always a feast for my eyes also; a lovely pageant of changing colour, red, gold and indigo as the sun sank below Groggin Gap, Each day I went for a swim in the
-Thredboand then sunbaked amidst the sally trees high on the ridge, breathing in their strongly aromatic perfuthe:and meditating, no--not on my sins as you might think- but on the graciousness of living amidst nature, far froth the hurly-burly and strife of the world, All the people living round about the mountains have lovely, soft lilting voices like the Welsh in "How Green Was My Valley". I think they mttet imbibe the spirit and calm beauty of the hills and manifest it in their speech.
-On the Wednesday I set off about 9.3d down the Thredbo to the Creel at the junction of the Snowy. After about 34 hours walking -I came to the con- elusion it was more than 5 miles, the distance I had been given, so I had lunch and a swim and then relaxed, The river is even more beautiful in its lower reaches, At the junction of the Little Ttredbo it broadens into quiet still reaches flanked on either side by aome magnificent blue gum. Every now and again it descends in sparlaing4ascades and rapids and then divides and flows round a wooded island onwezd to a gorge of rocky ram-orts. Little robins flitted in the trees, their scs:rlet breasts loekin3 like vivid flowers or autumn leaves.
-A hushed silence pervaded all, broken only by the twittering of birds and the murmur of the river, whan with dramatic suddennessce me a clap of-
-,
-thunder effectually arousing me from my daydreams. Heavy clolCs banked up in the sky lnd rain began to fall all in the twinkling of an ye, clinching my half-made decision to gore up lookinp, for the Creel and return.
-On nearing the junction where st,nds Dr, 3ullock's hut (his refuge from the madding crowd) I was haile-d by two men across the river. Seeing a stump burning, I brightly asked them w re they doing a little burning off, quite the wrong thing to have said as they turned out to be from Sydney on a fishing holiday.
-Well, in spite of everyone's pessini9m4Ithoroughly enjoyed my week alone and left with many regrets for the farm where I had been asked to stay the night. On the following morning when I reached the mill from where I was to be given a lift into Jindabyne, there were about nine of us to pack onto the unfortunate car. The owner was, however quite unperturbed and by dint of packing and squeezing and standing on the running board we and the luggage were duly accommodated.
-With a grand flourish I finished up at the races at Jindabyne resplendent in green 'japara slacks and scarlet cardigan, A fitting finieb to a week of solitude;
-_LETTE:RS FROM THE LADS AND LASSES
-The following meMbers of the Talking Fraternity wrote to us durini May:-
-Peter Allen Frank Gentle
-Doris Allden Ruth McLaren
-Chas, Jones Rita Stanford,
-a Arthur Austin. Rita Stanford - Coolanzatta,i_3-5-44.
-Received the photos of the Reunion and it seems just th: seme as before, if anything though a bit lerger family. The folk -- 11 look very happy although how else could they look at a S.13.W. Reunion. Th-e have great memories for ev2ryone. Sat don Idck(td out all the old faces. Felt
-quite happy to recognise so m-ny of them. The m9(ibc!rsi/:) sems to be growing very rapidly. I bye boen out on numrous 1.icnics but cannot talk the gir]rs into goin:; for welk-nds. There would be only two of us
-and the ,p-rts up here are not like down home you can rush off and
-settle into the bush rl d not see anyone, Th,r,) are too many people about,
-It is one of Queensland's main beach resorts Dnd the Yank army and navy have rest camps near be.. Never mind it may n11 blow over soon and we will return to our usual places and then:- "Look out Sydney here I come". You do not really miss your home and the bush till you are away from it.
-Ruth McLaren - Maryborough - 4-5-44. Thanks for the photo of the Reunion they certainly made me homesick to sec all the familiar faces in the camp fire light, glad you got May Boyd in the photo even if she has got a look on her face like the Queen of Sheba, but don't tell her I said sot
 They have moved me up to Queensland and I am making the most of the sunshine while it lasts before the powers that be discover I'm too happy here and hop me back to some ice box of a station in Victoria.
-Frank Gentle - 7-5-44,
-Frank is expecting to be sent home any day now and has asked us not to send any more mail to his present address,
+===Frank Gentle - 7-5-44.===
-Arthur Austin - New Guinea - 30-4-44
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+Frank is expecting to be sent home any day now and has asked us not to send any more mail to his present address.
-Arthur wrote to thank us for the Reunion photos and to tell us he is back with his unit after a very enjoyable 24 days leave topped off with a spell in hospital with malaria when he went back,
- Doris Allden HMA.S. tagnetic' - 25-4-44,
+===Arthur Austin - New Guinea - 30-4-44.===
-I am finding my work here full of interest and satisfying. Just wish I could drop into the Club Rooms on Friday and arrange a trip on a Sunday, but that will have to wait a while, Some very interesting hills about here but I am told they are rather forbidding close to, later on I may hay? a chance to get nearer and find out. At present spare time is infrecuent. I have been very busy and also have the laundry problem ev,r with me, Ilve had to initiate myself into the secrets of starching. Fortunetly we wear open neck shirts but the heat makes at least one and sometimes two a day necessary to keep me lo,king somewhat near what all goo. WRNS should look. I staked my all in the laundry last week-end and maned to emerge with some reasonably smart garments, Taking my youth and inexperience into accountl add to this my bed linen and so on, and if this war 1.:sts tong enough there may emerge "One TRAN reasonably deLlesticaed". Perha-les you would prefer to see me when I do my saat of L!ack scrubbing. On those occasions the modish garb is overalls, sea boots end a lon broom. Anyone sliding full lenth he no sym7athy only derision. Perhs it is as well I
-have had some ex perince falling: into streams with a pF,ck on my back, for so far I halve remained upright in tits new form of water sports.
+Arthur wrote to thank us for the Reunion photos and to tell us he is back with his unit after a very enjoyable 24 days leave topped off with a spell in hospital with malaria when he went back.
-I watched a fierce fi-ht between a shark and a stringray a few days
-aga, It rather dampened my enthusiasm for swimming. The shark won of course. There are a few enclosures about but they don't look very
+===Doris Allden - H.M.A.S. "Magnetic" - 25-4-44.===
- inviting.'
-Please give my good wishes to all the S.B.W.fs. Till get around to some personal letters in time, looking forward to the magazine for more news. Why not have the next reunion up here where there are bigger and
+I am finding my work here full of interest and satisfying. Just wish I could drop into the Club Rooms on Friday and arrange a trip on a Sunday, but that will have to wait a while. Some very interesting hills about here but I am told they are rather forbidding close to, later on I may have a chance to get nearer and find out. At present spare time is infrequent. I have been very busy and also have the laundry problem ever with me, have had to initiate myself into the secrets of starching. Fortunetly we wear open neck shirts but the heat makes at least one and sometimes two a day necessary to keep me looking somewhat near what all good WRANS should look. I staked my all in the laundry last week-end and managed to emerge with some reasonably smart garments. Taking my youth and inexperience into account! add to this my bed linen and so on, and if this war lasts long enough there may emerge "One WRAN reasonably domesticaed". Perhaps you would prefer to see me when I do my spot of deck scrubbing. On those occasions the modish garb is overalls, sea boots end a long broom. Anyone sliding full lenth has no sympathy only derision. Perhaps it is as well I have had some experince falling into streams with a pack on my back, for so far I have remained upright in this new form of water sports.
-better stare and a brighter sky? Hope the new Committee is settling
-C,owh to some steady late meetings or have they found the secret of starting late and f rishing early!
+I watched a fierce fight between a shark and a stringray a few days ago. It rather dampened my enthusiasm for swimming. The shark won of course. There are a few enclosures about but they don't look very inviting.
-Peter:A.11ea,-_Ertgland 11-4-44,
-Our winter is just about over, the worst is anyway. About two months ago we had 18 inches of snow, just 18 inches too much. For days after we were shovelling it off the runways etc, We now have double summer
+Please give my good wishes to all the S.B.W.'s. Will get around to some personal letters in time, looking forward to the magazine for more news. Why not have the next reunion up here where there are bigger and better stars and a brighter sky? Hope the new Committee is settling down to some steady late meetings or have they found the secret of starting late and finishing early!
-time, the cl-ck is put forward two hours in mid summer it is still day,flight at 11.30 p m. Remember me to the Club members and I wish I
-was back there among them again.
+===Peter A11en - England 11-4-44.===
-tTh3 at of writing is the art of ap7Plying the seat of the TYante to :the seat of the chair". Bushwalkers please note! and apply this art towards writing an article 1
+Our winter is just about over, the worst is anyway. About two months ago we had 18 inches of snow, just 18 inches too much. For days after we were shovelling it off the runways etc. We now have double summer time, the clock is put forward two hours in mid summer it is still daylight at 11.30 p.m. Remember me to the Club members and I wish I was back there among them again.
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+"The art of writing is the art of applying the seat of the pants to the seat of the chair". Bushwalkers - please note! and apply this art towards writing an article!
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 TO DORIS A. IN THE FAR NORTH
 Are you still a White Collar girl, or did the starching of the wretched things finally get you down, We are waiting to hear what you do when you are not starching collars or holeystoning the deck, There is a marked interest