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 Maurie's only regret at the present time is that the Club is so large he finds it impossible to know even a fraction of the members. "I suppose it is partly my own fault", he admits and advises attendance at official walks as the way to overcome this shortcoming. And speaking with the authority obtained from association with the Club throughout its whole history he confirms the application to the Club of the 2,000 year old precept, "The more you give, the more you will receive". We believe you, Maurie - you ought to know.
-"NOTHING" - By "Backslider"
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-Strolling leisurely down Hunter Street in the pseudo Spring Sunshine,
+By "Backslider"
-I met Mr.Editor toiling up, Thera was that "Shall Ishan't I speak" hesitation and then - a simultaneous "How are you"? -
-This courtesy exchanged, Mr.Editor remarked: "You don't come into Club these days, do you?" and to counter his tactlessness I replied "Er - no - but I'm "financial" you know and I've been reading the Magazine and think you are making a great jobof it," And into his eyes came that look which only a man, presented with a magazine and nothing to load in it, can wear, I listened sympathetically while he 'spoke and, as he grew more eloquent, the little worm of guilt wriggled inside me, But I haven't been walking for - Yes, I can almost say years...
+Strolling leisurely down Hunter Street in the pseudo Spring Sunshine, I met Mr. Editor toiling up. There was that "Shall I shan't I speak" hesitation and then - a simultaneous "How are you"?
-."I know it must be hard", I muttered, "but I can't help - you see, I'm right out of touch with everything nnd lierybody and have nothing to write about", And with a "Cherio" we narted.
-Walking! My memory stirred, And my first thought was of my pack. ) bow
+This courtesy exchanged, Mr. Editor remarked: "You don't come into Club these days, do you?" and to counter his tactlessness I replied "Er - no - but I'm "financial" you know - and I've been reading the Magazine and think you are making a great job of it." And into his eyes came that look which only a man, presented with a magazine and nothing to load in it, can wear. I listened sympathetically while he spoke and, as he grew more eloquent, the little worm of guilt wriggled inside me. But I haven't been walking for - yes, I can almost say years...
-I hated that thing! Even now, when I see it squatting compl-,cently on the ton
-of the wardrobe kmte it - it was always too big and too heavy - and it never grew lighter.
+"I know it must be hard", I muttered, "but I can't help - you see, I'm right out of touch with everything nnd everybody and have nothing to write about". And with a "Cheerio" we parted.
+Walking! My memory stirred. And my first thought was of my pack. How I hated that thing! Even now, when I see it squatting complacently on the top of the wardrobe I hate it - it was always too big and too heavy - and it never grew lighter.
 Straining up,perpandicular mountains, my heart bursting, my legs and shoulders racked with'Rain; glissading down perpendicular mountains on all sixes, the pack illimplale behind with malevolent intent; scrambling down steep slippery banks to :wa4Ohrough icy, rock strewn creeks because, with a pack,
 I could not bal.T.ncliii'log bridges; rock hopping along creek beds, apprehen-