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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 +A Monthly Bulletin devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bushwalkers, 5 Hamilton Street, Sydney
- +
-No.128, AUGUST 1945 Price 6d,+
  
 +No.128, AUGUST 1945 Price 6d\\
 Editor: Ray Kirkby\\ Editor: Ray Kirkby\\
 Production: Yvonne Rolfe\\ Production: Yvonne Rolfe\\
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 Agony Column, by "Ubi"\\ Agony Column, by "Ubi"\\
 Cultivating our Native Flora, by "Arbores Australis"\\ Cultivating our Native Flora, by "Arbores Australis"\\
-Have you ever heard of "Paddy"?\\+Backyard Bushwalking\\ 
  
 **WONDER**\\ **WONDER**\\
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 And wonder all night long.\\ And wonder all night long.\\
  
-**"SURELY, SURELY, SLUMBER IS MORE SWEET THAN TOIL, THE SHORE THAN LABOUR IN THE DEEP MID-OCEAN, WIND AND WAVE AND OAR...."**\\+ 
 +**"SURELY, SURELY, SLUMBER IS MORE SWEET THAN TOIL, THE SHORE THAN LABOUR IN THE DEEP MID-OCEAN, WIND AND WAVE AND OAR...."** 
 Few will not have heard of the request made to the Club to vacate the rooms at 5, Hamilton Street where for about twelve years it has met on Friday nights, This unexpected necessity comes at a time when accommodation in the city is very difficult to obtain but the immediate reaction to the request is to range the corridors of one's mind and memory and the streets of the city in an attempt to find a roof for the Club, even though it be a temporary one. Without a centre where members may meet the Club must be useless and nerveless like a man with a broken spine. But a question rears its head wearing a disconcerting look of dissent - is it worthwhile? Few will not have heard of the request made to the Club to vacate the rooms at 5, Hamilton Street where for about twelve years it has met on Friday nights, This unexpected necessity comes at a time when accommodation in the city is very difficult to obtain but the immediate reaction to the request is to range the corridors of one's mind and memory and the streets of the city in an attempt to find a roof for the Club, even though it be a temporary one. Without a centre where members may meet the Club must be useless and nerveless like a man with a broken spine. But a question rears its head wearing a disconcerting look of dissent - is it worthwhile?
  
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 That the molten thoughts and aspirations which fired the earliest enthusiasts should harden into uninspiring slag is no new phenomenon: That the molten thoughts and aspirations which fired the earliest enthusiasts should harden into uninspiring slag is no new phenomenon:
  
-"//For each age is a dream that is dying, Or cne that is coming to birth.//"+"//For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth.//"
  
 Perhaps it is our misfortune that we are witnesses of a Club in its death throes; if so, is it worth the effort of attempting to nurse it through a difficult convalescence to restored health? Lack of co-operation and selfishness are a cancer which grows with alarming speed until even the spirit of those people most blessed with their opposites is sapped. Perhaps it is our misfortune that we are witnesses of a Club in its death throes; if so, is it worth the effort of attempting to nurse it through a difficult convalescence to restored health? Lack of co-operation and selfishness are a cancer which grows with alarming speed until even the spirit of those people most blessed with their opposites is sapped.
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 A.E. A.E.
  
-**DATA AND DOPA**\\+ 
 +**DATA AND DOPA** 
 When we record the fact that we recently saw a photo of Johnny Woods' taking doing its best to brighten a Second Class dog-box, we are not being nasty, Perhaps the selfsame department was once a royal kennell. When we record the fact that we recently saw a photo of Johnny Woods' taking doing its best to brighten a Second Class dog-box, we are not being nasty, Perhaps the selfsame department was once a royal kennell.
  
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 In "The Sun" of 27th July last "Lonely Lonesome Lingering Lad" wrote Dorothy Dix, "//I am a boy of 17, and would like to know if there are any Youth Clubs or clubs where dancing, hiking, classics, and music are popular//". After three unstinted paragraphs Dorothy finally writes,"The Bush Walkers" Club may be contacted any Friday evening at No,5 Hamilton Street, City on the 3rd floor," In view of recent events we hope that LILL does not arrive to find us gone and, as a consequence, fall into the hands of some of our erstwhile neighbours... so sad... a lad of seventeen. In "The Sun" of 27th July last "Lonely Lonesome Lingering Lad" wrote Dorothy Dix, "//I am a boy of 17, and would like to know if there are any Youth Clubs or clubs where dancing, hiking, classics, and music are popular//". After three unstinted paragraphs Dorothy finally writes,"The Bush Walkers" Club may be contacted any Friday evening at No,5 Hamilton Street, City on the 3rd floor," In view of recent events we hope that LILL does not arrive to find us gone and, as a consequence, fall into the hands of some of our erstwhile neighbours... so sad... a lad of seventeen.
 +
  
 **DEAR "BUSHIES"**\\ **DEAR "BUSHIES"**\\
 +by LAC [Leading Aircraftman] Ken Taylor
 +
 This letter will be speeding to you shortly from somewhere along the North West Coast of Borneo my present whereabouts. AS it is I partook in a recent invasion with Australian forces in this area, we have now been in occupation for some time experiencing front line activity amongst the enemy. No doubt my descriptions of the invasion, the story of Japanese aerial attacks and resisting breakthroughs by Jap marines would rake interesting reading but I'm more concerned in describing my impressions of this strange country with its manifold freaks of nature and wild ruggedness. This letter will be speeding to you shortly from somewhere along the North West Coast of Borneo my present whereabouts. AS it is I partook in a recent invasion with Australian forces in this area, we have now been in occupation for some time experiencing front line activity amongst the enemy. No doubt my descriptions of the invasion, the story of Japanese aerial attacks and resisting breakthroughs by Jap marines would rake interesting reading but I'm more concerned in describing my impressions of this strange country with its manifold freaks of nature and wild ruggedness.
  
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 Your old "//bluey humper//"\\ Your old "//bluey humper//"\\
 KEN TAYLOR KEN TAYLOR
 +
  
 **//IF, WHEN YOU READ THIS MAGAZINE, THE CLUB HAS NOT A HOME LET US KNOW YOUR IDEAS.//** **//IF, WHEN YOU READ THIS MAGAZINE, THE CLUB HAS NOT A HOME LET US KNOW YOUR IDEAS.//**
  
-**AGONY COLUMN by "UBI"**\\+ 
 +**AGONY COLUMN by "UBI"** 
 I once advertised in the papers for Walkers. I had done everything I could think of to find some congenial company but almost without result. Suddenly the idea of advertising popped into my head and then I wondered why it had not occurred to me before because for months past I had been reading the "Miscellaneous" column of the local papers for my amusement. Having assured myself that I could at first keep my identity concealed the idea sounded feasible. However, no one would get any amusement out of my "ad" - it would not be in keeping with the local product and read something like "//Walker, 148 pounds, lantern-jawed, CE., five minutes from the station etc, would like to etc, etc,//" but just "//Any one interested in walking please write to No. so and so//" and, lest the foolish or ill-intentioned linotypists should add after "//walking//" the word "//nut//" and in order that the inhabitants of this modern Philistia should not be mistaken, I included the words "//or climbing//" in the finally lodged advertisement. I once advertised in the papers for Walkers. I had done everything I could think of to find some congenial company but almost without result. Suddenly the idea of advertising popped into my head and then I wondered why it had not occurred to me before because for months past I had been reading the "Miscellaneous" column of the local papers for my amusement. Having assured myself that I could at first keep my identity concealed the idea sounded feasible. However, no one would get any amusement out of my "ad" - it would not be in keeping with the local product and read something like "//Walker, 148 pounds, lantern-jawed, CE., five minutes from the station etc, would like to etc, etc,//" but just "//Any one interested in walking please write to No. so and so//" and, lest the foolish or ill-intentioned linotypists should add after "//walking//" the word "//nut//" and in order that the inhabitants of this modern Philistia should not be mistaken, I included the words "//or climbing//" in the finally lodged advertisement.
  
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 A few weeks before I had arrived at this particular "pub" after a long, although delightful road walk and felt in one of my rare, beer-desiring moods. After spending a considerable time without finding a single occupant, I concluded (I should imagine quite correctly) that there was no beer anyway. Perhaps if I had stayed in Brisbane longer and had cultivated this last friendship I would have developed into an efficient barman with a little "book" of my own. A few weeks before I had arrived at this particular "pub" after a long, although delightful road walk and felt in one of my rare, beer-desiring moods. After spending a considerable time without finding a single occupant, I concluded (I should imagine quite correctly) that there was no beer anyway. Perhaps if I had stayed in Brisbane longer and had cultivated this last friendship I would have developed into an efficient barman with a little "book" of my own.
 +
  
 **CULTIVATING OUR NATIVE FLORA**\\ **CULTIVATING OUR NATIVE FLORA**\\
-A Visit to the Forestry Commission's Nurseries\\ +//A Visit to the Forestry Commission's Nurseries//\\ 
-by Arbores Australjs,\\+by Arbores Australis 
 There is no sign-post on the main highway where the winding road leads down to the Forestry Commission's nurseries, but if you are interested in the experiment of growing all manner of shrubs and trees from all Darts of N.S.W., go and find the turn-off. There is no sign-post on the main highway where the winding road leads down to the Forestry Commission's nurseries, but if you are interested in the experiment of growing all manner of shrubs and trees from all Darts of N.S.W., go and find the turn-off.
  
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 Anyhow, street-tree-friends, or newly-weds, or just bushwalkers, if you have a Saturday afternoon to spare, and want to learn something about our native trees and shrubs under cultivation, make up a party, give Mr. Martin a ring and he will be pleased to show you the beginnings of a very interesting experiment, Anyhow, street-tree-friends, or newly-weds, or just bushwalkers, if you have a Saturday afternoon to spare, and want to learn something about our native trees and shrubs under cultivation, make up a party, give Mr. Martin a ring and he will be pleased to show you the beginnings of a very interesting experiment,
 +
  
 **BACKYARD BUSHWALKING**\\ **BACKYARD BUSHWALKING**\\
 +
 In the bush there is no winter. It reflects more truly the essential Australian climate than cultivated conventional gardens with their alien plants. These give an impression for a few brief months of resting, except for the exuberant flowering Peaches and plums which don their party frocks to greet a spring which is yet some months away. The wildlings of the bush (like experienced walkers) know better than to rest while the going is good. After a succession of dry winters they welcome the moist conditions now prevailing and all but a few plants are putting out new shoots and donning new leaves. In the bush there is no winter. It reflects more truly the essential Australian climate than cultivated conventional gardens with their alien plants. These give an impression for a few brief months of resting, except for the exuberant flowering Peaches and plums which don their party frocks to greet a spring which is yet some months away. The wildlings of the bush (like experienced walkers) know better than to rest while the going is good. After a succession of dry winters they welcome the moist conditions now prevailing and all but a few plants are putting out new shoots and donning new leaves.
  
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