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 Then it happened. The sausage developed hygroscopic qualities. It foretold the weather by dripping before rain. Hero the experiment ended when Mrs. Dunphy, who disapproved of the exudations in the bathroom, removed the sausage to the dustbin. Who knows what other properties it might have developed? It might have reacted to sunspots, foretold droughts, generated atomic energy. For the intrepid experimenter who will carry on where Myles left off there waits fame, perhaps martyrdom, even divorce. Then it happened. The sausage developed hygroscopic qualities. It foretold the weather by dripping before rain. Hero the experiment ended when Mrs. Dunphy, who disapproved of the exudations in the bathroom, removed the sausage to the dustbin. Who knows what other properties it might have developed? It might have reacted to sunspots, foretold droughts, generated atomic energy. For the intrepid experimenter who will carry on where Myles left off there waits fame, perhaps martyrdom, even divorce.
  
-ONE SUNDAY IN SAMOA +=====One Sunday In Samoa.===== 
-It was Sunday when we nosed our way up to the reef nt Apia andmade fast to a buoy just outside the lagoon. + 
-It had been Sunday the day before but that ditntt matter. Time is no object near the equator and one feels only a mildsurprise when days of the week d ou`ele bank or drop out cf thecalendar altogether. +It was Sunday when we nosed our way up to the reef at Apia and made fast to a buoy just outside the lagoon. 
-A Sabbatical calm broodJd over the straggling little town and there was not much to see when the husky Samoans had rowed us ashore. + 
-Campbell from down south New Zealand way, Barklie, a Dublin man and Klein the American wandered along the street with me, debating as to how we should spendthe 'afternoon. +It had been Sunday the day before but that didn'matter. Time is no object near the equator and one feels only a mild surprise when days of the week double-bank or drop out of the calendar altogether. 
-92: tell fr_vew" said Klein in his sleek well-fed tones, "there is only one thing to do. We've gotta climb this hill where Rarbert Louis Stevenson is hurried. My lil wife back home would never speak to me again if I toldher I hadn't seen the tomb." + 
-"It Is a deucedlong way" said Campbell, who had been there before, "arid it s deuced hot " +A Sabbatical calm brooded over the straggling little town and there was not much to see when the husky Samoans had rowed us ashore. 
-"One can drive part of the way I believe,said Barklie. + 
-Sirriezy Samoan taxi..men in white cotton skirts and singlets had been hovering round us , andon hearing this remark they b (van to solicit our custom at the top of their voices(Needless to saythis was before the war). +Campbell from down south New Zealand way, Barklie, a Dublin man and Klein the American wandered along the street with me, debating as to how we should spend the afternoon. 
-After some argument we selected a car and subsided on to seats spread with snowy antimacassars. Our Jehu seized the wheel andwe hurtledat a furious 7,;.-.-_,003 through coconut groves that shaded thatched wall-less huts, oval-shaped and cement-flooredWe roared up a slight incline and came to rest, whole but gasping, beneath a redpibean tree at VaiIima gates. + 
-"From here - walk" saidour charioteer; andwe descended, charging him to return for us after a suitable interval. +"tell __yew__" said Klein in his sleek well-fed tones, "there is only one thing __to__ do. We've gotta climb this hill where Rarbert Louis Stevenson is burried. My lil wife back home would never speak to me again if I told her I hadn't seen the tomb." 
-Another cotton...clad figure edgedforward from where it had beensquatting on the broken stone wall. + 
-"You go Stevets tombVi it inquired earnestly. I must say that this -flip_pant abbreviation of the reveredTusitala name jarred on me; but that 1714S before we had climbed the hill. +"It'a deuced long way" said Campbell, who had been there before, "and it's deuced hot." 
- "X cone pursued the ,white-clad one, and we gathered that he intenil ed to guide us. + 
-No one protested so we fell into line, carefully avoiding the stinging nettles that bordered the path. We crossed a babbling brook and -started on the upwawd way. The plash of a waterfall came from somewhere `13t430w; ferns and lianas formed a tangle of undergrowth on either side of us,and the path was strewn with beans, black and scarlet, such as the native women thread into necklaces. To ourleft, open spaces in the trees showed Vailima, white in the sunlight, with patches of orange bignonia and rosy antignum bright against the green of its lawns. +"One can drive part of the way I believe,said Barklie. 
-"It's + 
-sure beautiful" said Klein, "I'm right glad I came." +Sundry Samoan taxi-men in white cotton skirts and singlets had been hovering round us, and on hearing this remark they began to solicit our custom at the top of their voices(Needless to say this was before the war). 
-The -oath steepened here, and our fitful conversation ceased. Presently by mutual consent we paused for a breather on the root of a tree, but our respite was brief. Clouds of mosquitoes descended upon us with whoops of delight and spurred us en+ 
-+After some argument we selected a car and subsided on to seats spread with snowy antimacassars. Our Jehu seized the wheel and we hurtled at a furious pace through coconut groves that shaded thatched wall-less huts, oval-shaped and cement-flooredWe roared up a slight incline and came to rest, whole but gasping, beneath a red-bean tree at Vailima gates. 
-9.+ 
 +"From here - walk" said our charioteer; and we descended, charging him to return for us after a suitable interval. 
 + 
 +Another cotton-clad figure edged forward from where it had been squatting on the broken stone wall. 
 + 
 +"You go Steve's tomb?" it inquired earnestly. I must say that this flippant abbreviation of the revered Tusitala name jarred on me; but that was before we had climbed the hill. 
 + 
 +"I come" pursued the white-clad one, and we gathered that he intended to guide us. 
 + 
 +No one protested so we fell into line, carefully avoiding the stinging nettles that bordered the path. We crossed a babbling brook and started on the upward way. The plash of a waterfall came from somewhere below; ferns and lianas formed a tangle of undergrowth on either side of us, and the path was strewn with beans, black and scarlet, such as the native women thread into necklaces. To our left, open spaces in the trees showed Vailima, white in the sunlight, with patches of orange bignonia and rosy antignum bright against the green of its lawns. 
 + 
 +"It's sure beautiful" said Klein, "I'm right glad I came." 
 + 
 +The path steepened here, and our fitful conversation ceased. Presently by mutual consent we paused for a breather on the root of a tree, but our respite was brief. Clouds of mosquitoes descended upon us with whoops of delight and spurred us on
 We toiled upwards for another fifteen minutes, oozing at every pore. "Say" protested Klein as the bush still towered thickly above us, "how much further to the top?" We toiled upwards for another fifteen minutes, oozing at every pore. "Say" protested Klein as the bush still towered thickly above us, "how much further to the top?"
-Our guide, cool and serene, made gostures indicating smallness. "Little way" he said, "maybe two yard.! + 
-"It may be in some methods of reckoning" said Barklie, "but it looks more like two miles to M.O." +Our guide, cool and serene, made gestures indicating smallness. "Little way" he said, "maybe two yard.
-"Oh wetre over the worst I think" said Campbell optimistically. "As far as I can remember, this seat by the path here is quite threequarters of the way up." + 
-"I guess they hated to put it there" said Klein. "There's none further down, you notice they just wait till you are at your last gasp before they help you." He sank down on it, mopping his brow and braving the mosquitoes for an instant. +"It may be in some methods of reckoning" said Barklie, "but it looks more like two miles to me." 
-"You know" I saineicieaively, "it must have been a very difficult business getting the coffin to the top of this hill. I wonder how long it took thnm to do it?" + 
-"Ask little Solomon here" said Campbell, "he might toll you all about it. I +"Oh we're over the worst I think" said Campbell optimistically. "As far as I can remember, this seat by the path here is quite three-quarters of the way up." 
-Klein hailed our guide in what he fondly believed to be Island English. "This fella Stove" he said, "him dead. You put him on top of hill. How long it take you, carry him up this damsteep path?" + 
-"Yes" said the youth gravely. "Stevets tomb," and he pointed through the trees above us.+"I guess they hated to put it there" said Klein. "There's none further down, you notice they just wait till you are at your last gasp before they help you." He sank down on it, mopping his brow and braving the mosquitoes for an instant. 
 + 
 +"You know" I said reflectively, "it must have been a very difficult business getting the coffin to the top of this hill. I wonder how long it took them to do it?" 
 + 
 +"Ask little Solomon here" said Campbell, "he might tell you all about it.
 + 
 +Klein hailed our guide in what he fondly believed to be Island English. "This fella Steve" he said, "him dead. You put him on top of hill. How long it take you, carry him up this dam-steep path?" 
 + 
 +"Yes" said the youth gravely. "Steve'tomb," and he pointed through the trees above us. 
 Klein tried again. Klein tried again.
-"When Steve die, you put him up top, in tomb. How long it take yot get him up this hill?"+ 
 +"When Steve die, you put him up top, in tomb. How long it take you get him up this hill?" 
 Blank silence for awhile. Then, "Twenty year" our guide said solemnly. Blank silence for awhile. Then, "Twenty year" our guide said solemnly.
 +
 A guffaw of laughter broke the stillness of the bush. A guffaw of laughter broke the stillness of the bush.
-"That's right" said Klein, "I guess the laugh's on MB. Twenty years gosh! I shouldntt wonder if it did. What I want to know iswhy in hell they couldn't have Married him down below." + 
-He heaved himgelf up with a sigh and we trudged to the top of the hill. +"That's right" said Klein, "I guess the laugh's on me. Twenty years gosh! I shouldn'wonder if it did. What I want to know iswhy in hell they couldn't have burried him down below." 
-On a little flat knoll, about ten yards across, hemmed in by palm and hibiscus, is a long slab of plain grey stone. Along the ledge at one side of it a recent pilgrim had traced "Robert Louis Stevenson" with the red and yellow palm nuts that lie scattered amongst the grass. Ajar of scarlet hibiscus flowers glowed against the stone. + 
-Below us stretched ridge on ridge of tropical forost, sombre, emniverent, with here and there the flash of white "birds in a dark ravine." To one side, a cleared space of cultivation marked Vailima garden. In front of us, infinitely distant, lay a strip of honeycoloured sand; the blue peace of the lagoon: the roof, like a white ruffle on the seats blue gown, and beyond, the Pacif1 qmilAmg and sparkling in the sun. +He heaved himself up with a sigh and we trudged to the top of the hill. 
-"Here he lies where he longed to be" this child of the dour north, with its grey skies and its piercing winds and its rain here, at peace, in the warm silence, shaded by hibiscus and palm. + 
-Hail and farewell, Tusitala, for we shall not pass this way again. +On a little flat knoll, about ten yards across, hemmed in by palm and hibiscus, is a long slab of plain grey stone. Along the ledge at one side of it a recent pilgrim had traced "Robert Louis Stevenson" with the red and yellow palm nuts that lie scattered amongst the grass. A jar of scarlet hibiscus flowers glowed against the stone. 
-10. + 
-THE MAN WITH THE TAR BRUSH+Below us stretched ridge on ridge of tropical forest, sombre, omniverent, with here and there the flash of white "birds in a dark ravine." To one side, a cleared space of cultivation marked Vailima garden. In front of us, infinitely distant, lay a strip of honey-coloured sand; the blue peace of the lagoon: the roof, like a white ruffle on the sea'blue gown, and beyond, the Pacific, smiling and sparkling in the sun. 
-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. +"Here he lies where he longed to be" this child of the dour north, with its grey skies and its piercing winds and its rain here, at peace, in the warm silence, shaded by hibiscus and palm. 
-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. + 
-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.+Hail and farewell, Tusitala, for we shall not pass this way again. 
 + 
 +=====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. 
 + 
 +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. 
 + 
 +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. 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 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, + 
-11+Another Reunion visitor was Colin Lloyd in blue trunks very attractive when new and dark glasses. I think he may have been practising for 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. 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 lifegives 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 allwhen 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'opportunity for knowledge of the wild lifegives 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 allwhen 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. 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 + 
-12. +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'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 justlike 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. 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:- 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, "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!"
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