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 Hail and farewell, O Tusitala, for we shall not pass this way again.
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+=====The Man With The Tar Brush.=====
-THE MAN WITH THE TAR BRUSH.
-Though not decided, when this magazine goes to print it looks as though the majority favour Ingersoll Hall, Crown Street, just off Oxford Street, as a meeting place for the club. But remember that the night is Thursday. String for tying around the fingers and helping the memory is obtainable at all stores.
+Though not decided, when this magazine goes to print it looks as though the majority favour Ingersoll Hall, Crown Street, just off Oxford Street, as a meeting place for the club. But remember that the night is __Thursday__. String for tying around the fingers and helping the memory is obtainable at all stores.
-Who are we to complain? It is really a wonder that we were not thrown out of 01Connell Street for, apart from the noise for which a justification might have been found, we had booked only a room not all the contiguous corridors and stairways in the building also.
-Will the enthusiastic oollector of autographs please revisit us so that we may attach the requisite sentimental or admonitory poetry? When receiving a walks programme these days one is asked to sign on the dotted line and one's own name at that.
+Who are we to complain? It is really a wonder that we were not thrown out of O'Connell Street for, apart from the noise for which a justification might have been found, we had booked only a room not all the contiguous corridors and stairways in the building also.
-Could you credit that behind such a frank, boyish countenance could lurk such horrible duplicity? Do you not tremble for the countryside in which such a monster of designing cynicism is roaming? John Burrows that wolf in Army clothing left Emu Plains station bound for the Federation Reunion but did he turn up? Well, yes, but only after an excessively long time which took some explaining. John Fidus Adhates, Peter Gracie, rushed over the landscape like a clucky hen looking for his protege and probably wondering what he was missing.
+Will the enthusiastic collector of autographs please revisit us so that we may attach the requisite sentimental or admonitory poetry? When receiving a walks programme these days one is asked to sign on the dotted line - and one's own name at that.
+Could you credit that behind such a frank, boyish countenance could lurk such horrible duplicity? Do you not tremble for the countryside in which such a monster of designing cynicism is roaming? John Burrows - that wolf in Army clothing - left Emu Plains station bound for the Federation Reunion but did he turn up? Well, yes, but only after an excessively long time which took some explaining. John Fidus Achates, Peter Gracie, rushed over the landscape like a clucky hen looking for his protege and probably wondering what he was missing.
 However John appeared next day with calm effrontery in white shorts.
-There is still no ward of encouragement in reply to the request for a copy of "The Sydney Bushwalker Annual" No.1 1934. Perhaps if we offer in exchange a silverplated ear trumpet?
-One of our absent members is wondering why we left "52 Hamilton Street." Has he never been thrown out in the cold, cold snow fillr
+There is still no ward of encouragement in reply to the request for a copy of "The Sydney Bushwalker Annual" No.1 1934. Perhaps if we offer in exchange a silver-plated ear trumpet?
-any reason at all? (If answer in negative, addresses can be supplied). Briefly, the landlord of the tenant of whom we were subtenants said "Go" to the tenant who was forced to say "Ditto" to us.
-After the war, what? Anarchy, chaos, rebellion, refusal to "Keep off Grass" etc. And it is here with us NOW. Recently, when an official party showed a tendency to crawl out from under the thumb of a certain leader, he is reported to have declared of the trip "It is cancelled" and to have stridden, strodden, hurried off. The party continued to enjoy itself but in an unofficial sort of way and eventually obtained an unofficial lift. However, they came upon the leader striding along and legalised the whole position by giving him a lift also.
+One of our absent members is wondering why we left "5, Hamilton Street." Has he never been thrown out in the cold, cold snow for any reason at all? (If answer in negative, addresses can be supplied). Briefly, the landlord of the tenant of whom we were sub-tenants said "Go" to the tenant who was forced to say "Ditto" to us.
-Another Reunion visitor was Colin Lloyd in blue trunks very attractive when new and dark glasses. I think he may have been practising fmr a gatecrashing on the Clive wedding.
-Yes, that loud laugh you could hear when every one else was trying to look as though they did not understand, was Grace Jolly.
+After the war, what? Anarchy, chaos, rebellion, refusal to "Keep off Grass" etc. And it is here with us - NOW. Recently, when an official party showed a tendency to crawl out from under the thumb of a certain leader, he is reported to have declared of the trip "It is cancelled" and to have stridden, strodden, hurried off. The party continued to enjoy itself but in an unofficial sort of way and eventually obtained an unofficial lift. However, they came upon the leader striding along and legalised the whole position by giving him a lift also.
-The large number of people at the Reunion was increased by a considerable number of halves. I believe that if one went to the right spot one could learn, during the day time, a whole lot about the conducting of creches. During the campfire you could pull a baby out of any rabbit burrow within a hundred yards. As I have had no frantic advertisements I presume each person recovered the correct baby,
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+Another Reunion visitor was Colin Lloyd in blue trunks - very attractive when new - and dark glasses. I think he may have been practising for a gate-crashing on the Clive wedding.
-IF WE LET IT
+Yes, that loud laugh you could hear when every one else was trying to look as though they did not understand, __was__ Grace Jolly.
+The large number of people at the Reunion was increased by a considerable number of halves. I believe that if one went to the right spot one could learn, during the day time, a whole lot about the conducting of creches. During the camp-fire you could pull a baby out of any rabbit burrow within a hundred yards. As I have had no frantic advertisements I presume each person recovered the correct baby.
+=====If We Let It.=====
 By Bona Dea.
-We work very hard for the preservation of the bushlands and the enoeuragement of bushwalking. Why?
-Of course the bush prevents soil erosion, protects the water supply, increases ones opportunity for knowledge of the wild life; gives good health to bushwalkers, and then, we add in airy and rather superior fashion; "It has a spiritual value to mankind."
+We work very hard for the preservation of the bushlands and the encouragement of bushwalking. Why?
-It was this so-called "spiritual value" that I questioned as I sat alone in the bush one day. After all: when bushwalkers come up against the really basic problem of facing suffering, do they face it any more successfully than anyone else? On looking round among my bushwalking acquaintances, I had to confess that they don't. And if the bush and bush- walking do not help people to live-and to live means primarily to face troubles with a mile-of what real "spiritual value" is the bush and why bother to preserve it?
-You young ones, who dash gaily through the bush, may think that suffering is a phantom you will escape. But you won't. Sooner or later you will be up against it. Your swoot-heart goes off with someone else: your baby contracts an incurable disease and dies: your wife deserts you: you nurse your mother through her last illness and see her die in agony: you injure yourself and can walk no more so that every picture of bush- walking brings a misery of longing: you fail in life financially: your pride and honour receive an irreparable blow; you suddenly realize the horror of old age which not one in a hundred escapes: or you just simply want something desperately badly and you can't get it.
+Of course the bush prevents soil erosion, protects the water supply, increases one's opportunity for knowledge of the wild life, gives good health to bushwalkers, and then, we add in airy and rather superior fashion, "It has a spiritual value to mankind."
-I remembered that 2500 years agO the wise Buddha also had sat alone in the forest and pondered over this same problem of the inevitableness of suffering and how one could be freed from it. He discovered that the first step towards freedom from suffering was to accept the fact of suffering. That is a very bitter pill to swallow but, if you don't swallow it, you embitter your own life and make yourself a nuisance to others. And the second step he found was to give up "wanting." If you would only give up "wanting" the dead wife, or the good health, or whatever it is, you would have taken another step in the right direction. Ultimately he found one could be freed from the misery of suffering; and he himself left behind a memory of unperturbable happiness and a long life showing other people hew to be happy also.
-As I sat alone in the bush I wondered whether the forest had helped him find that wisdom. Perhaps it had. For natural things accept what life brings; they don't "want"; they play their part and pass on. And perhaps too, amid the vastness of nature the pettiness of our troubles falls into proper perspective. I don't know. But I do think that if we relax and lot go and seek harmony with the natural things around, then Nature may be the goddess to us.
+It was this so-called "spiritual value" that I questioned as I sat alone in the bush one day. After all, when bushwalkers come up against the really basic problem of facing suffering, do they face it any more successfully than anyone else? On looking round among my bushwalking acquaintances, I had to confess that they don't. And if the bush and bushwalking do not help people to live - and to live means primarily to face troubles with a smile - of what real "spiritual value" is the bush and why bother to preserve it?
-"It is easy enough to keep smiling
-When life flows by like a song,
+You young ones, who dash gaily through the bush, may think that suffering is a phantom you will escape. But you won't. Sooner or later you will be up against it. Your sweet-heart goes off with someone else: your baby contracts an incurable disease and dies: your wife deserts you: you nurse your mother through her last illness and see her die in agony: you injure yourself and can walk no more so that every picture of bushwalking brings a misery of longing: you fail in life financially: your pride and honour receive an irreparable blow; you suddenly realize the horror of old age which not one in a hundred escapes: or you just simply want something desperately badly and you can't get it.
-But the man worth while
-Is the one who will mile
+I remembered that 2500 years ago the wise Buddha also had sat alone in the forest and pondered over this same problem of the inevitableness of suffering and how one could be freed from it. He discovered that the first step towards freedom from suffering was to accept the fact of suffering. That is a very bitter pill to swallow but, if you don't swallow it, you embitter your own life and make yourself a nuisance to others. And the second step he found was to give up "wanting." If you would only give up "wanting" the dead wife, or the good health, or whatever it is, you would have taken another step in the right direction. Ultimately he found one could be freed from the misery of suffering; and he himself left behind a memory of unperturbable happiness and a long life showing other people hew to be happy also.
+As I sat alone in the bush I wondered whether the forest had helped him find that wisdom. Perhaps it had. For natural things accept what life brings; they don't "want"; they play their part and pass on. And perhaps too, amid the vastness of nature the pettiness of our troubles falls into proper perspective. I don't know. But I do think that if we relax and let go and seek harmony with the natural things around, then Nature may be the goddess to us.
+"It is easy enough to keep smiling\\
+When life flows by like a song,\\
+But the man worth while\\
+Is the one who will mile\\
 When everything goes dead wrong.
-Can the bush help us keep smiling? That is the test of its "spiritual value.," I think it can - if we let it
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+Can the bush help us keep smiling? That is the test of its "spiritual value." I think it can - if we let it!
-NDRE TAR.
-Just peeped into the Ingersoll Hall last week and received the shock of my life - Sydney Bushwalkers apparently enjoying themselves and amid scenes of wondrous splendour. Dancing,- yea, dancing. It was unfortunate that Ted NCKiernan was not there because his critical eye damns every work of man (including the Eiffel Tower and the Taj Naha].) but I am sure oven he could not have disapproved of the interior decorations. That a sadness will fall upon us when the open season for new moons arrives and the birds migrate.
+=====More Tar.=====
-For the unsophisticated there were bobs and table tennis while the complete social failures could admire the view of the harbour from the windows. There must be quite a number in the latter category judging by Phyllis Ratcliffets remark that the male members are a lot of dumb bells (or words to that effect).
-The Grand Organiser of all the excitement, Phil Hallo seemed to be too busy to dance or did he fear the weight of one of our "girls" on his sore toe?
+Just peeped into the Ingersoll Hall last week and received the shock of my life - Sydney Bushwalkers apparently enjoying themselves and amid scenes of wondrous splendour. Dancing, yea, dancing. It was unfortunate that Ted McKiernan was not there because his critical eye damns every work of man (including the Eiffel Tower and the Taj Mahal) but I am sure oven he could not have disapproved of the interior decorations. That a sadness will fall upon us when the open season for new moons arrives and the birds migrate.
-The Band Leader did his best to cheer us and showed considerable ingenuity in introducing us to one another, "Little does he know," said one hussy, "that we have all slept together."
-We could not better describe the effect of the music on club,members than by saying that, when the dance reached almost bacchanalian frenzy, several of Roloy's most cherished and rare females were seen to fly from under his protective wings. No harm resulted so fax as islknown. And of course something sensational is needed to bring people like Peter Jones, Prank Ricketts, Freda Newnan into the club.
+For the unsophisticated there were bobs and table tennis while the complete social failures could admire the view of the harbour from the windows. There must be quite a number in the latter category judging by Phyllis Ratcliffe's remark that the male members are a lot of dumb-bells (or words to that effect).
-One breathless and breath-taking matron told MB as she whisked past (alas.) "This is my three-monthly night out."
-And mere youths of only twenty, such as Denis Gittoes, danced just, like as if they were twentyone.
+The Grand Organiser of all the excitement, Phil Hall, seemed to be too busy to dance or did he fear the weight of one of our "girls" on his sore toe?
-Wives brought husbands (e g. Mary Eastoe, one husband) and husbands were se reckless as to lot wives (e g. Betty Dickinson) out alone.
-Other people just worked hard for What they could get (e g.. .... .)
+The Band Leader did his best to cheer us and showed considerable ingenuity in introducing us to one another. "Little does he know," said one hussy, "that we have all slept together."
+We could not better describe the effect of the music on club members than by saying that, when the dance reached almost bacchanalian frenzy, several of Roley's most cherished and rare females were seen to fly from under his protective wings. No harm resulted so fax as is known.
+And of course something sensational is needed to bring people like Peter Jones, Frank Ricketts, Freda Newman into the club.
+One breathless and breath-taking matron told me as she whisked past (alas!) "This is my three-monthly night out."
+And mere youths of only twenty, such as Denis Gittoes, danced just like as if they were twentyone.
+Wives brought husbands (e.g. Mary Eastoe, one husband) and husbands were so reckless as to let wives (e.g. Betty Dickinson) out alone.
+Other people just worked hard for what they could get (e.g.......)
 There was general approval of the dance but perhaps (some people are never satisfied) at the supper at these orgiastic affairs the coffee could be partnered by some soft drinks.
 Once upon a time the camp-fire at a large official walk was in progress and while the singing was proceeding some wicked people were making coffee and surreptitiously putting a drop of rum in it. The crowd started to sing "Cocaine Katey and Morphine Sue" the verse of which goes:-
 "Oh, lady, lady, have a sniff on me, have a sniff on me,
-and while accompanying the word "sniff" with the action there was a sudden cry of "I can smell rum."
+and while accompanying the word "sniff" with the action there was a sudden cry of "I can smell rum!"