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+======The Sydney Bushwalker.======
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+A monthly Bulletin devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bushwalkers, 5 Hamilton Street, Sydney.
- A-monthly Bulletin devoted-td,matters cif interest to
-The Sydney Bushwalkers7-5.Eamil-eon Streetl.Sydney.
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-No.119 NOVEMBER 19,44 Price Ed.
-Editor: Clare Kinsella .Production: Yvonne Rolfe
+===No. 119. November, 1944. Price 6d.===
-Asst, Grace Jolly Ast.Alice Wyborn
-Bus'. Manager: John Johnson Sals & Subs, Betty Dickt:nson
+|**Editor**|Clare Kinsella|
-C. 0 NT TS
+|**Assistant Editor**|Grace Jolly|
-Page,. Evolution ... By "Vbi" 2
+|**Business Manager**|John Johnson|
-Gingera ... .c. By Alex. Colley 5
+|**Production**|Yvonne Rolfe|
-October News ,. .  ;)
+|**Production Assistant**|Alice Wyborn|
-Timber shortage in N.S.W, by-Sec. of Federaticn 9
+|**Sales & Subs.**|Betty Dickenson|
-Extracts from London Letter Ira Butler . 10
-Letters from Lads and Lasses
+=====In This Issue:=====
-TIT OLD SAILOR
----- by Betty Riddell
+| | |Page|
-the 'old sailor dreams of a little island. Polling like an avole in the wide green seas A little island he could hold in his hand Turn over this.:..way and then that
+|Evolution|"Ubi"| 2|
-Set:.atree hereand, there a nigger in a leaf hat.
+|Gingera|Alex. Colley| 5|
-He eailed ,lis aife..
+|October News| | 8|
-his-bloodi-an as salt as the sea, His'ship was his Sweetheart and his wife And he vasPed Ony'an island with no more Than a glance at the' bright white -sand of the
+|Timber shortage in N.S.W.|Sec. of Federation| 9|
- curving shore.
+|Extracts from London Letter|Ira Butler|10|
- -
+|Letters from Lads and Lasses| |11|
-But now that the sailor is old
-He would like a lit-tIe island like an apt JuSt to look,at an6.t0 hold,.
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-. 'Mit'ANJIN PAPilIP:S, 1943.
-,
+=====The Old Sailor.=====
-EVOLUTION (contd. from last month) by "UBI".
-My aiscoveries that milk and cream have to be brought from the cows to the city 4nd the factory and that what cornea to town on wheels has usually to go back again sounds as silly as the over-simplified story of Newton and the apple. Gradually I realised that throughout the whole of South-Eastern Queensland, dairying was common and that therefore a system of trucks must be Used to bring the products totown. One had only :t-o sift the chaff from the grain,
+by Betty Riddell
-For the present, however, we were restricted to near-city areas and bean
-to receive offers of lifts though we were safeguarded by other transnort arrangements. I suppose I have never been in the position to know whether my Sydney cempatriote would be as hospitable and helpful in similar circumstances but the unsolicited offers of lifts were often hard to refuse, For example - as we were making for the station on an early trip in the Flinders Range we were invited to ride into Ipswich on the top of a load of bagged charcoal. After eyeing the charceal and our comparatively clean clothes we relied that we would '!catch the train, thank youl ever so much" despite the feet that a long wait and a crowdedl'slow train lay ahead of us. Several times we met the same vehicle and each time-the driver. legged us te ride with him with such emotion that we wondered whether he thought we were notables in disguise. Of course we might have been useful weights for holding the charcoal On the truck. Finally we had to accept out ofconsideration for the poor fellow's feelings.
+The old sailor dreams of a little island.\\
-The first premeditated "hitch" occurred on an occasion when we had missed a lr us and an extra nine mile road walk loomed in front of us. Along came an empty truck and, thank Heaven, one of the chaps had been in the Army and was not suffering from paralysis or shyness _of the thumb. I cowered by the road as hudders of convential prejudice coursed up and down my spine and doubt whether I would have had the courage to so act even to avoid the long, unexpected walk. Considering that a good-natured driver wac only too happy to put us in an empty truck I think that a logician could make out a clear case of idiocy. From right now, in order to help towards the progress of the word "hitch" into the drawing room, I intend to strip it of its semi-respectable inverted commas.
+Rolling like an apple in the wide green seas\\
-At this stage of my evolution a lift arranged beforehand by inter-change of letters or spoken sentences in a reasonable approximation to the King's English seemed quite legitimate but to express one's lopes and longings by a dumb show enacted with the thumb showed how the Great Public Sehoole finishing class that one ought to have attended would have failed to convert the savage underneath. A new world of experience was opening as a new, exciting, tangible
+A little island he could hold in his hand\\
-world lay just outside our Tantalus grasp. "For all experience is an arch
+Turn over this way and then that\\
-where through gleams that untravelled world that fades for ever and forever
+Set a tree here and there a nigger in a leaf hat.
-as I move" sighed Ulysses and beyond our reach rose peak after peak dimly seen, haunting names which could become haunting memories if only
-At last frustration became unbearable so I decided upon 11. "reconnaissance" trip to a locality near lots of excellent, untouched walking country in order to try to perhap organise some transport further afield at a later date. I had
+He sailed his life.\\
-decided, in desperation, to hitch any trucks - these not being so abashing. However the first vehicle which approached when I was clear of the town was a
+Till his blood ran as salt as the sea,\\
-large sedan so I modestly cast my eyes down. The car stopped, I was invited 1,11
+His ship was his sweetheart and his wife\\
-.
+And he passed many an island with no more\\
-and off we went. I happened, to mention that Cunninghamle Gap was my Nirvana out this way which admission was followed by an overwhelming offer to take me there and pick me up on Monday morning in time for work, I bought extra food at the only shop on the way where, also, my friend "shouted" me afternoon taa before I could do the same for him. Sunday being a perfect day I was able to climb Mt.Mitchell on one side of the Gap in the morning and MtaCordeaux in the afternoon though, expecting to be camping at a much lower altitude than 2,500 feet, I nearly froze at night in the Winter breeze and only a miserable fire could be coaxed in the jungle in the Gap. Some of our trips had been so cheap that a certain amount of rivalry, competition and boastfulness had crept in but I now held the record with 20 miles by train, 120 by car, afternoon tea and an unused, return railway ticket for 4/1d4
+Than a glance at the bright white sand of the curving shore.
+But now that the sailor is old\\
+He would like a little island like an apple\\
+Just to look at and to hold.
+From Meanjin Papers, 1943.
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+=====Evolution (contd. from last month).=====
+by "Ubi".
+My discoveries that milk and cream have to be brought from the cows to the city and the factory and that what comes to town on wheels has usually to go back again sounds as silly as the over-simplified story of Newton and the apple. Gradually I realised that throughout the whole of South-Eastern Queensland, dairying was common and that therefore a system of trucks must be used to bring the products to town. One had only to sift the chaff from the grain.
+For the present, however, we were restricted to near-city areas and began to receive offers of lifts though we were safeguarded by other transport arrangements. I suppose I have never been in the position to know whether my Sydney cempatriots would be as hospitable and helpful in similar circumstances but the unsolicited offers of lifts were often hard to refuse. For example - as we were making for the station on an early trip in the Flinders Range we were invited to ride into Ipswich on the top of a load of bagged charcoal. After eyeing the charcoal and our comparatively clean clothes we replied that we would "catch the train, thank you, ever so much" despite the fact that a long wait and a crowded, slow train lay ahead of us. Several times we met the same vehicle and each time the driver begged us to ride with him with such emotion that we wondered whether he thought we were notables in disguise. Of course we might have been useful weights for holding the charcoal on the truck. Finally we had to accept out of consideration for the poor fellow's feelings.
+The first premeditated "hitch" occurred on an occasion when we had missed a bus and an extra nine mile road walk loomed in front of us. Along came an empty truck and, thank Heaven, one of the chaps had been in the Army and was not suffering from paralysis or shyness of the thumb. I cowered by the road as shudders of convential prejudice coursed up and down my spine and doubt whether I would have had the courage to so act even to avoid the long, unexpected walk. Considering that a good-natured driver was only too happy to put us in an empty truck I think that a logician could make out a clear case of idiocy. From right now, in order to help towards the progress of the word "hitch" into the drawing room, I intend to strip it of its semi-respectable inverted commas.
+At this stage of my evolution a lift arranged beforehand by inter-change of letters or spoken sentences in a reasonable approximation to the King's English seemed quite legitimate but to express one's hopes and longings by a dumb show enacted with the thumb showed how the Great Public School finishing class that one ought to have attended would have failed to convert the savage underneath. A new world of experience was opening as a new, exciting, tangible world lay just outside our Tantalus grasp. "For all experience is an arch where through gleams that untravelled world that fades for ever and forever as I move" sighed Ulysses and beyond our reach rose peak after peak dimly seen, haunting names which could become haunting memories if only....
+At last frustration became unbearable so I decided upon a "reconnaissance" trip to a locality near lots of excellent, untouched walking country in order to try to perhaps organise some transport further afield at a later date. I had decided, in desperation, to hitch any trucks - these not being so abashing. However the first vehicle which approached when I was clear of the town was a large sedan so I modestly cast my eyes down. The car stopped, I was invited in and off we went. I happened to mention that Cunningham's Gap was my Nirvana out this way which admission was followed by an overwhelming offer to take me there and pick me up on Monday morning in time for work. I bought extra food at the only shop on the way where, also, my friend "shouted" me afternoon taa before I could do the same for him. Sunday being a perfect day I was able to climb Mt. Mitchell on one side of the Gap in the morning and Mt. Cordeaux in the afternoon though, expecting to be camping at a much lower altitude than 2,500 feet, I nearly froze at night in the Winter breeze and only a miserable fire could be coaxed in the jungle in the Gap. Some of our trips had been so cheap that a certain amount of rivalry, competition and boastfulness had crept in but I now held the record with 20 miles by train, 120 by car, afternoon tea and an unused, return railway ticket for 4/1d.
 My notes record a very cheap trip on May Day week-end - a very appropriate time for the working and walking classes - to wit, 40 miles by truck, 60 by train and tram home for 2/2d.
-My having been to Cunningham's Gap quite maddened Frank so he induced me to attempt to hitch there and bock a few weeks later. We detrained at Ipswich and almost immediately picked up an Air Force truck which was obviously Sunt about to leave for Amberley to which place we had intended to proceed sedately by bus, After Amberley comes No Man's Land. Four different trucks took us for short stages, one driver had a sense of hunour and enjoyed our beaming smiles when he told us he was going to Warwick and thus through our destination. Had we been less eager we would have noticed that the car was scarcely fit to make the climb - the man whose car once stopped, may never start again, always seems to be the most willing to pull up. All the more to help push perhaps. At nightfall with 20 miles to go we were just about to leave the road to have tea in high dudgeon when two lights appeared over the hill so we decided to give the fellow a chance to prove himself a gentleman. The vehicle was an Army truck on the way to Warwick so we were accommodated.
-Just before lunch the next day we left the Gap retharking that a lift to Mt.Edwarde by lunch time would suit perfectly. Along rolled a limousine
+My having been to Cunningham's Gap quite maddened Frank so he induced me to attempt to hitch there and back a few weeks later. We detrained at Ipswich and almost immediately picked up an Air Force truck which was obviously just about to leave for Amberley to which place we had intended to proceed sedately by bus. After Amberley comes No Man's Land. Four different trucks took us for short stages, one driver had a sense of hunour and enjoyed our beaming smiles when he told us he was going to Warwick and thus through our destination. Had we been less eager we would have noticed that the car was scarcely fit to make the climb - the man whose car once stopped, may never start again, always seems to be the most willing to pull up. All the more to help push perhaps. At nightfall with 20 miles to go we were just about to leave the road to have tea in high dudgeon when two lights appeared over the hill so we decided to give the fellow a chance to prove himself a gentleman. The vehicle was an Army truck on the way to Warwick so we were accommodated.
-ins, few minutes the driver took up to Mt.Edwards although the only indication to him of our hopes had been telepathic. Upon resuming after lunch and a diversion up the mountain we had a very barren time until transport just froze and there is nothing more annoying to a hitcher than nothing to hitch; I was just mentally calculating how long it would take to walk 29 miles when, once again just at dusk, salvation came in the form of an American Jeer which took us comfortably back to the station. Very nice (and astonishing) we thought, considering the driver had his girl friend with him. He must have been a careful driver.
-It must not be assumed that hitching does not require technique. This weekend, for example, our limousine episode caused us furiously to think with the result that we put out a new method of attack for sedans which will give some idea of the psychological problems which have to be grappled with Having gathered that a sedan is approaching from behind the best idea is not to look around until the driver is sufficiently close to be able to see you clearly. Then look back with quick expectancy giving the impression that you would have possibly hitched, had the vehicle been a broken-down truck but
+Just before lunch the next day we left the Gap remarking that a lift to Mt. Edwards by lunch time would suit perfectly. Along rolled a limousine in a few minutes the driver took up to Mt. Edwards although the only indication to him of our hopes had been telepathic. Upon resuming after lunch and a diversion up the mountain we had a very barren time until transport just froze and there is nothing more annoying to a hitcher than nothing to hitch! I was just mentally calculating how long it would take to walk 29 miles when, once again just at dusk, salvation came in the form of an American Jeep which took us comfortably back to the station. Very nice (and astonishing) we thought, considering the driver had his girl friend with him. He must have been a careful driver.
-with a sedan it is different. This display of humility and sense of proportion has a good effect on the driver, puts him on his mettle and seems to
-afford him an opportunity to improve his releutation-addshow he can be decent to the ldwer dconomic orders, One should also watch the face of the driver out of the corner'of the eye because most of them 'like some assurance, even the elightest, that you will not refuse a lift if they do stop, If the driver wears this look of "What about it?" you reply with a sharp forward movement of'the head and a lift of the eyebrows which removes all doubt.
+It must not be assumed that hitching does not require technique. This weekend, for example, our limousine episode caused us furiously to think with the result that we put out a new method of attack for sedans which will give some idea of the psychological problems which have to be grappled with. Having gathered that a sedan is approaching from behind the best idea is not to look around until the driver is sufficiently close to be able to see you clearly. Then look back with quick expectancy giving the impression that you would have possibly hitched, had the vehicle been a broken-down truck but with a sedan it is different. This display of humility and sense of proportion has a good effect on the driver, puts him on his mettle and seems to afford him an opportunity to improve his reputation and show he can be decent to the lower economic orders. One should also watch the face of the driver out of the corner of the eye because most of them like some assurance, even the slightest, that you will not refuse a lift if they do stop. If the driver wears this look of "What about it?" you reply with a sharp forward movement of the head and a lift of the eyebrows which removes all doubt.
-Unfortunstely the milk lorry posit:ton was not so satisfactory as few times were convenient, However, I heard of che most useful truck which leaves Beaudesert at 3,3 a,m, on Saturcay morning and terminates only a few miles, as the crew flies, from-O,Rei1167. NeVerthelees while everyone knew of the truck nobody knew the driver nor where he was to be found so one weekend I set out to find him by hook or by crook, The trio began badly with a
-lying across the middle of the road to sleep ae it was most unlikely that late goods trein, resulting in the formulation of a plan which consisted of
+Unfortunstely the milk lorry position was not so satisfactory as few times were convenient. However, I heard of the most useful truck which leaves Beaudesert at 3.30 a.m. on Saturday morning and terminates only a few miles, as the crow flies, from O'Rei11ys'. NeVerthelees while everyone knew of the truck nobody knew the driver nor where he was to be found so one weekend I set out to find him by hook or by crook. The trip began badly with a late goods train, resulting in the formulation of a plan which consisted of lying across the middle of the road to sleep as it was most unlikely that  another vehicle would happen along this road between the hours of 1 a.m. when I would be crawling to bed and 4.30 when I expected the truck. As thick, ground mists greeted me on the five miles from the station to the town I abandoned this idea. Instead I slept beside the road with both ears cocked hoping, at the sound of an engine, to rise out of the mists in my sleeping bag like a wraith - one to cause the use of the brake, not the accelerator. Nature, however, asserted herself and at 6 a.m. I woke to find myself in situ, with a heavy cold the only compensation for failing to embark on a hard trip.
-another vehicle would happen along this road betw4:n the hours of 1 a m. when I would be crawling to bed and 4.30 when I.exipected the truck. As thio14 ground mists greeted me on the five miles from the station to the town I abandoned this idea, Instead I slept beside the road with both ears cocked hoping, at the sound of an engine, to rise out of the mists in 'my sleeping bag like a wraith - one to cause the use of the brake, not the accelerator. Natleire,.however, asserted herself arid at 6 a. m. I woke to find myself in situ, with a heavy cold the Only compensation for failing to embark, on a hard trip.
-A fortnight later Frank and I wanted to catch this truck and, ",being a holiday weekend, we knew that WE MUST NOT FAIL. We had gained the additional information that before leaving town the driver picked up meat at a certain ,sh'ep and our precarious tieansport having landed us ih the town at a late hour ,there seemed to be only one course, to sleep in front of the door of the shop in order that the driver could not go without us even if only because he broke his neck as he fell over us. The town was deserted, we would be leaving at 3. 0 a m. rthere couldn't be ,a misadventure. But one cannot think of everything, Scarcely were we in bed than a dance finished in -some other part of the town and the dancers began to wander home. We pre-tended' to be asleep as we were inspected and discussed from various distances having a glorious time listening to the commente. Several Americans-- we could tell only by the tmeech approached very closely but then with ee '"Agh. Aussies!" they hastily retreated'
+A fortnight later Frank and I wanted to catch this truck and, being a holiday weekend, we knew that WE MUST NOT FAIL. We had gained the additional information that before leaving town the driver picked up meat at a certain shop and our precarious transport having landed us in the town at a late hour there seemed to be only one course - to sleep in front of the door of the shop in order that the driver could not go without us even if only because he broke his neck as he fell over us. The town was deserted, we would be leaving at 3.30 a.m. there couldn't be a misadventure. But one cannot think of everything. Scarcely were we in bed than a dance finished in some other part of the town and the dancers began to wander home. We pretended to be asleep as we were inspected and discussed from various distances having a glorious time listening to the comments. Several Americans - we could tell only by the speech - approached very closely but then with a "Agh. Aussies!" they hastily retreated!
-Thus have I been forced from the orthodox to the unorthodox and thus have some Of my pet prejudices been iminhandled, Upon assessing 'the past in the light of logic and exiierience I have' -no regrets; in fact I rejoice that some of my hide-bound conventions have been flogged, though their ugly heads are so ,Gerberus-like that I still welcome the identity-concealing darkness or feel relief at being mistaken for the Army to whom all sins are forgiven.. In addition I, have an almost exception-free record of people's kindness, helpfulness, humour and grand-nature. and a record of splendid fun. For my hitching experiences have undoubtedly been matchless amusement. We always have-some. small bets on what time we shall arrive at various points and at
-our destination,laying ('own minute wad exact conditions. Recently the goal posy wats the centre of a certain bridge and after an exciting ride with one eye cm the speedometer and one on our synchronised watches ,I won by four minutes. What I would relish wou14 be a -corres-,ondence by peonle giving their opinion of this doomed sport - for surely - in the brave post-war worldIeveryone will Doseess his own car.
+Thus have I been forced from the orthodox to the unorthodox and thus have some of my pet prejudices been manhandled. Upon assessing the past in the light of logic and experience I have no regrets; in fact I rejoice that some of my hide-bound conventions have been flogged, though their ugly heads are so Cerberus-like that I still welcome the identity-concealing darkness or feel relief at being mistaken for the Army to whom all sins are forgiven. In addition I have an almost exception-free record of people's kindness, helpfulness, humour and grand-nature and a record of splendid fun. For my hitching experiences have undoubtedly been matchless amusement. We always have some small bets on what time we shall arrive at various points and at our destination,laying down minute and exact conditions. Recently the goal posy wats the centre of a certain bridge and after an exciting ride with one eye on the speedometer and one on our synchronised watches I won by four minutes. What I would relish wou1d be a correspondence by people giving their opinion of this doomed sport - for surely - in the brave post-war world, everyone will possess his own car.
-.
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 -G-I'NGERA
 by ilex Coll'ey.