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 Owing to post-war conditions will all those people who usually present the Editor at Christmastime with bottles of port, dressed turkeys, bags of oysters, premature Spring Onions, large pieces of brown paper and the latest in lexicons kindly say it with __contributions to the magazine__?
+=====Rockclimbing In The Rain=====
+Paul Barnes.
+(The author would be glad to learn whether the descent described has been accomplished before, also whether the point mentioned has ever beet named).
+It was early in 1944 when we stood on the Hogsback Ridge, Narrow Neck, and looked south-east at the long point or headland jutting out into the valley of Cedar Creek. You may know this as the point which is immediately opposite Mount Solitary. We decided then that descent down it looked feasible, and that became our objective for 6-hour Weekend, 1945.
+Our party started out bright and early on Friday night with a taxi to the Explorers' Tree, whence, after some blundering on the numerous tracks which criss-cross the area, a dry camp was made on the extreme summit of Pulpit Hill. This proved not as cold as expected, in spite of its 3,450 feet.
+Few people, as yet, seem to know of the way down off the Pulpit Hill, a neat piece of rockclimbing which has been rendered easier for amateurs by the insertion of iron spikes in crucial places. (Incidentally, who put the spikes there?). This descent was accomplished as an appetiser by our party before breakfast on Saturday morning.
-ROCKCLIMBING IN THE RAIN
-Paul Barnes
-(The author would be glad to iertimbether'the descent described has been accomplished beforse also 'whether the point mentioned 2 has ever beet naMed),
-It was early in-1944 when we stood on the Ff)gsback Ridge, Narrow Neck, and looked south-egtt at the long point or headland jutting out into the valley of Cedar Creek, You may know this as the point which is immediately opposite Mount Solitary. We decided then that descent d.,:i"na it locaed feasible, and that became our' objective for 6-hour Weekend, 1945.
-Our party started out bright nd erly on Friday night with a taxi to the Explorers' Tree, whence, after some blundering on the numerous tracks which criss-cross the area, a dry camp was made on the extreme summit of Pulpit Hill. This proved not as cold as expected, in spite of its 3,450 feet.
-Few people, as yet, seem to know of the way down off the Pulpit Hill, a neat piece of rockclimbing which has been rendered easier for amateurs by the insertion of iron spikes in crucial places. (Incidentally, who put the
-_spikes there)0 This descent was accomplished as an appetiser by our party before breakfast on Saturday morning,
 Breakfast was a satisfying meal on Back Creek, and there followed a quiet day's walking via Megalong Creek and much rockhopping to a good camp spot a mile or so down the Cox.
-Next day's programme comprised a sweltering walk up Six Foot Track and cross country to Mitchell's Creek, a very grim lunch washed down by four mugs of a vicious brew of 50:50 tea coffee in stagnant water, then a cold, wet, and slippery ascent of Black Billy's Head in steady rain.
-It was during one of theFe convenient rests, dignified by the pretext of 'admiring the view, that a small porcupine waddled along, and, quite unconcerned, would have waddled off again, had he not been stroked with a stick, when he beganiwith more enthusiasm than success,to dig himseTf in the rocky slopes of "Billyts'.
+Next day's programme comprised a sweltering walk up Six Foot Track and cross country to Mitchell's Creek, a very grim lunch washed down by four mugs of a vicious brew of 50:50 tea-coffee in stagnant water, then a cold, wet, and slippery ascent of Black Billy's Head in steady rain.
-Once the top of the Head was reached we took a course through "Fools Paradise" to an early camp above the swamp, which later becomes the head of Mitchell's Creek. On account of the drizzling rain, and our "big day" ahead on the morrow, no time was lost in 'retiring for the night.
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+It was during one of these convenient rests, dignified by the pretext of admiring the view, that a small porcupine waddled along, and, quite unconcerned, would have waddled off again, had he not been stroked with a stick, when he began, with more enthusiasm than success, to dig himself in the rocky slopes of "Billy's".
+Once the top of the Head was reached we took a course through "Fools Paradise" to an early camp above the swamp, which later becomes the head of Mitchell's Creek. On account of the drizzling rain, and our "big day" ahead on the morrow, no time was lost in retiring for the night.
+[missing text]
 clad legs.
-The actual descent of "Paulfs Point" was made in three stages, and a mild hailstorm had, fittingly enough, just passed over as we commenced. First was a 30ft, drop, done "en rappel" with suitable lowering of packs on rope end. Next a 20 ft. portion with a slight, favourable incline, which could be done by "straight" rockclimbing technique withnut a rope. Lastly, a 50 ft, sheer dropbne "en rappel", brought our four triumphant members to the top of the ta1_,us.
-To reach Cedar Creek now'entailed merely rockhopping, remiiliscent of Kbrrowal Knife-edge, plus steep 50 degree slopes, somewhat like the foot of Bl,ck Jerry's Ridge. Soon Cedar Creek was crossed at the well- known cave, the steep pinch to the Ruined Castle saddle was surmounted, and tr,ck followed to the coalmine.
+The actual descent of "Paul's Point" was made in three stages, and a mild hailstorm had, fittingly enough, just passed over as we commenced. First was a 30ft. drop, done "en rappel" with suitable lowering of packs on rope end. Next a 20 ft. portion with a slight, favourable incline, which could be done by "straight" rockclimbing technique without a rope. Lastly, a 50 ft. sheer drop done "en rappel", brought our four triumphant members to the top of the talus.
-Were we patisfied with our efforts yet? Well, almost, but not quite. Just to finish off our climbing weekend, it was decided to climb out to the top via the Scenic Railway track and tunnel, a rise of some 1300 feet in 800 ft, We emerged, looking more like coalminers than bushw-lkars, and proceeded to Katoomba for a clean-up and a hearty meal.
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+To reach Cedar Creek now entailed merely rockhopping, reminiscent of Korrowal Knife-edge, plus steep 50 degree slopes, somewhat like the foot of Black Jerry's Ridge. Soon Cedar Creek was crossed at the well-known cave, the steep pinch to the Ruined Castle saddle was surmounted, and track followed to the coalmine.
-WINGS - J. E. McDougall
-Never on e,rth
+Were we satisfied with our efforts yet? Well, almost, but not quite. Just to finish off our climbing weekend, it was decided to climb out to the top via the Scenic Railway track and tunnel, a rise of some 1300 feet in 800 ft. We emerged, looking more like coalminers than bushwalkars, and proceeded to Katoomba for a clean-up and a hearty meal.
-Shall we know any rest
-Who has borne in the night A wild bird in his breast
+=====Wings=====
-Ever he'll walk
-With the shadowy things While his ears hear no talk For flutter of wings
+J. E. McDougall.
-Life shall go over
-Like swans in the night With a whisper of wonder and something of fright.
+Never on earth\\
-Though he walks in still beauty
+Shall we know any rest\\
-He nothing shall see
+Who has borne in the night\\
-Till two coins on his eyes Set the beating wings free.
+A wild bird in his breast
- 'Irrimarioreire
+Ever he'll walk\\
+With the shadowy things\\
+While his ears hear no talk\\
+For flutter of wings
+Life shall go over\\
+Like swans in the night\\
+With a whisper of wonder\\
+and something of fright.
+Though he walks in still beauty\\
+He nothing shall see\\
+Till two coins on his eyes\\
+Set the beating wings free.
+----
 We have no intention of telling those people not sufficiently to know already that the Club now meets regularly on Friday nights at the Ingersoll Hall right behind the Oxford Street Post Office.
-NIGHT MUST FALL By Prolix.
+=====Night Must Fall=====
-The inaisputable truth of the title has often been the cause of much concern to most walkers and to others, with the result that a hasty decision has to be made as to where to camp for the night.
-While well planned walks never suffer from such hasty decisions, 1 and, I am sorry to say, my walking companions find our trips occasionally far from being such models of efficiency.
+By Prolix.
-I can recall several doubtful campspots thrust upon me in the fast dwindling twjlpfrIt and one in particular which occurred high in the mountains in the NtrIT IrPjlflricz. Ranges.
-azId 7: were the actors in this drama. Typical of my most cl-eriFteu fc rri of walkingi none of our camps broke up much before 10 a m. ti min, so-cal-led in walking circles, has much to commend it, though it fr-3quently involva3 one in schedule difficulties in new country.
+The indisputable truth of the title has often been the cause of much concern to most walkers and to others, with the result that a hasty decision has to be made as to where to camp for the night.
-Under such cii-ctm btanc&s we began the descent from Point Lookout
-down on to and along Lhe nine mile ridge to Bellinger River which, according to advice, could easily be accomplished in one day. Accordingly we admired
+While well planned walks never suffer from such hasty decisions, I and, I am sorry to say, my walking companions find our trips occasionally far from being such models of efficiency.
-the views, took several photos but found ourselves still very far from the
-Lellinger by afternoon. Also our observctions led us to the belief that we were off the track, as we found ourselves well below the top of the ridge and following an old well-defined track going downward along the side of the ridge. Suspicion grew as out calculations indicated we were only half way along and apparently descending to the jungle-covered upper Bellinger River - very nasty! Furthermore, gathering clouds carried out their designed purpose by wetting us and the jungle around.
+I can recall several doubtful campspots thrust upon me in the fast dwindling twilight and one in particular which occurred high in the mountains in the New England Ranges.
-Stinging trees are uncomfortable at the best of times, but with approaching dusk and an overgrown track things were anything but pleasant. What to do? No obvious camp site and no waters
+Gordon and I were the actors in this drama. Typical of my most cherished form of walking, none of our camps broke up much before 10 a.m. This sin, so-called in walking circles, has much to commend it, though it frequently involvas one in schedule difficulties in new country.
+Under such circumstances we began the descent from Point Lookout down on to and along the nine mile ridge to Bellinger River which, according to advice, could easily be accomplished in one day. Accordingly we admired the views, took several photos but found ourselves still very far from the Bellinger by afternoon. Also our observations led us to the belief that we were off the track, as we found ourselves well below the top of the ridge and following an old well-defined track going downward along the side of the ridge. Suspicion grew as our calculations indicated we were only half way along and apparently descending to the jungle-covered upper Bellinger River - very nasty! Furthermore, gathering clouds carried out their designed purpose by wetting us and the jungle around.
+Stinging trees are uncomfortable at the best of times, but with approaching dusk and an overgrown track things were anything but pleasant. What to do? No obvious camp site and no waters!
 Following a side track (there seemed to be several in this area) in
 darkness and despair, some kind guardian angel (Gordon's or mine) guided
-us to shelter, Our torches proved it to be a blacksmith's bark-roofed lean- to complete with forge, anvil-block and some other sundries. Our relief knew no bounds, The roof was reasonably rainproof, cooking facilities suitable but sleepingaccommod%tion definitely at a minimum. Note that this structure was built over a track on the steep slope of the ridges It was apparently connected with the old mItimony mine. ;.
+us to shelter. Our torches proved it to be a blacksmith's bark-roofed lean-to complete with forge, anvil-block and some other sundries. Our relief knew no bounds. The roof was reasonably rainproof, cooking facilities suitable but sleeping accommodation definitely at a minimum. Note that this structure was built over a track on the steep slope of the ridge! It was apparently connected with the old antimony mine.
 I gathered some long grass from close by and softened the earth. Our
-NIGHT VIGIL
+[missing text]
+=====Night Vigil=====
 Ron Knightley.
-"The floods -rush high in' the gully under
-And lightnings lash at the shrinking trees
+"The floods -rush high in the gully under\\
-The floods rush high - folks, if you want excitement, just cast your eye down the "Leader" column of the Walks Programme until you reach the name of Lean Blumer - and thatts the walk on which you'll get your thrills. For example, take our experience in Breakfast Creek Gorge on the night of a sweltering January day. The official walk it was, with Leon as th,. leader and Roy Davies, Doug.Johnstone and one, Bill Carter, as my companions.
+And lightnings lash at the shrinking trees...."
-After the evening meal and a quiet hour's yarning and smoking, we went to bed at the fall of dusk with intentions of rising at 4.30 and leaving at 6 a m. Some time later, I half-woke from slumber to become conscious of rain pelting down and an altercation between Leon and Bill. They were fiee%i their torches around and discussing the possibility of the creek rising and flooding the little bank in the bed of the gorge.
+The floods rush high - folks, if you want excitement, just cast your eye down the "Leader" column of the Walks Programme until you reach the name of Lean Blumer - and that's the walk on which you'll get your thrills. For example, take our experience in Breakfast Creek Gorge on the night of a sweltering January day. The official walk it was, with Leon as the leader and Roy Davies, Doug. Johnstone and one, Bill Carter, as my companions.
+After the evening meal and a quiet hour's yarning and smoking, we went to bed at the fall of dusk with intentions of rising at 4.30 and leaving at 6 a.m. Some time later, I half-woke from slumber to become conscious of rain pelting down and an altercation between Leon and Bill. They were flashing their torches around and discussing the possibility of the creek rising and flooding the little bank in the bed of the gorge.
 "Oh, it'd take a cloud-burst on top to send this creek up, now," Bill argued.
-"Veil, I dunno 7countered Leon, "this gorge is very restricted and welre only a couple of feet above the level of the creek-bed." Somehow,
-I favoured Bill for the sleeping bag was warm and I was drowsy. The flashing of torches on the gurgling creek continued t hypotheses waxed and waned and - Leon complained, "I don't like tint roar - listen to it!" I strained my half- conscious ears but the only sound was the pattering of the rain upon the trusty tent. Oh 1 go to sleep.
+"Well, I dunno...," countered Leon, "this gorge is very restricted and we're only a couple of feet above the level of the creek-bed." Somehow, I favoured Bill for the sleeping bag was warm and I was drowsy. The flashing of torches on the gurgling creek continued; hypotheses waxed and waned and Leon complained, "I don't like that roar - listen to it!" I strained my half-conscious ears but the only sound was the pattering of the rain upon the trusty tent. Oh! go to sleep.
-Then suddenly, "Look1 Look!" cried Leon in alarm. "Look at it now". I sat bolt upright and beheld-in th,e coneebtrated gleam of the two torahes, not a tiny rivulet, but e rushing torrent twenty feet wide! The creek had risen five feet in its initial wave and its nearer edge actually lapped the beginnings of our little bank. All at once I was wide awake and wham: out of the sleuring bag in two seconds flat! Wild movement followed on sides -sleeping bags, boots, spare clothes went helter-skelter into the packs in a frenzied rush to beat the rising floods vde'jammea stuff in everywhere and then went dashing madly out in the rain, gathering utensils from various rocks. Shouts and splashes from the lower tent announced that Roy and Doug, were packing up in six inches of water! The tents ceme down with a whoosh and were jammed, mud and all, into th2ir respective owners' packs.
-We retreated to the base of the cliffs, ready for instant flight. arched like a tribe of mountain goats upon the lower rocks, with the rain
+Then suddenly, "Look! Look!" cried Leon in alarm. "Look at it now". I sat bolt upright and beheld in the concentrated gleam of the two torches, not a tiny rivulet, but a rushing torrent twenty feet wide! The creek had risen five feet in its initial wave and its nearer edge actually lapped the beginnings of our little bank. All at once I was wide awake and wham! out of the sleeping bag in two seconds flat! Wild movement followed on all sides - sleeping bags, boots, spare clothes went helter-skelter into the packs in a frenzied rush to beat the rising flood! We jammed stuff in everywhere and then went dashing madly out in the rain, gathering utensils from various rocks. Shouts and splashes from the lower tent announced that Roy and Doug, were packing up in six inches of water! The tents came down with a whoosh and were jammed, mud and all, into their respective owners' packs.
-alting our unprotected heads, we howled curses at the teeming elements and
-. between them surveyed our precarious position. Before us was the grassy
+We retreated to the base of the cliffs, ready for instant flight. Perched like a tribe of mountain goats upon the lower rocks, with the rain pelting our unprotected heads, we howled curses at the teeming elements and in between them surveyed our precarious position. Before us was the grassy moat, with the flood creeping inexorably on; behind us were the precipitous crags of the gorge; we couldn't go upstream and we couldn't go down. As we watched the water crept higher and higher - ugh! our former tent floor was just a racing pool of mud.
-at, with the flood creeping inexorably on; behind us were the precipitous
-ags of the gorge; we couldn't go upstream and we coleldn't go down. As we
+The rain ceased. For an hour and half we marked the levels of the flood, inch by inch, upon a handy rock until at last, "Look, it's going down", someone observed. We soon decided, by consensus of opinion, to repitch the tents upon the drier portions of the bank and keep one man on watch all night against a recurrence of the flood.
-tched the water crept higher and higher - ughl our former tent floor was just
-racing pool of mud.
+So the fire was built again - Bill doing a "wacko" job despite the saturated wood - and we drew matches for the order of the watch. At 12.20 we snoozed once again, safe in the knowledge that Bill would warn us in time for any future flood. It later transpired that he turned his toes to the fire and slept! At 1.30 he woke me and we sat quietly for a few minutes, sipping the very welcome cocoa he'd brewed from the flowing mud. Then after brief observations on the water and the news that the creek was still falling, I settled down to the hour's solitude. This, though looked forward to with some misgivings, proved to be not a time of irkscme loneliness but one of those periods of peace which give a man time to analyse himself - lying by the glowing fire, calmly gazing into the flames, half-conscious of the rushing waters and the dim light flickering on the cliffs, with the calm, cool air and occasional appearance of the stars through the flying clouds, this was the setting for an hour of pensive muse.
-The rain ceased. For an hour and half we marked the levels of the ood, inch by inch, upon a handy rock until at last, "Look, it's going
-wn", someone observed. We soon decided, by Poonsensus of opinion, to repitch e tents upon the drier portions of the bank and keep one man on watch all ;ht against a recurrence of the flood.
+Though the waters continued to go down about two inches in the hour, the current was still strong and there was still the occasional choom! rumble, rumble, boomp! thump! rumble, rumble of boulders bashing their way along the floor of the torrent.
-a
-So the fire was built again - Bill doing a "wacko" job despite the saturated wood - and we drew matches for the order of the watch. At 12.20 we snoozed once again, safe in the knowledge that Bill would warn us in time for any future flood. It later transpired that he turned his toes to the fire and sleptZ. At 1.30 he woke me and we sat quietly for a few minutes, sipping the very welcome cocoa he'd brewed from the flowing mud. Then after brief observations on the water and the news that the creek was still falling,
+Calm night, solitude and the warm fire. As I gazed, unseeing into the coals, there arose a vision of the barbaric savage crouched like me before his smoking fire; a fire which he worshipped but did not understand. Anything he did not understand he called a God and I wondered in that lonely hour if it was only the poor, unknowing savage who followed the same irrational course of reasoning. The Greeks, the Celts, the Vikings could not understand the sun, the moon, the thunder and the flood so they created a deity to each and every one of them to explain the workings of the world as acts of these Gods. One by one, man came to understand the secrets of the Universe and the ancestral divinities vanished in the fire of increasing knowledge. At last two final questions stood unanswered; the function of the Universe as a whole and the existence of intelligent beings in it. Following the reasoning that had been inherited down the ages, man conceived a God to create his Universe and explained the spectacle of life as an act of this one last God. And yet, was it in a God that the answer really lay? Through all the lonely hour's vigil the flood rushed on, beyond the power of man, even yet driven by something which we could not completely comprehend.
-I settled down to the hour's solitude. This,though looked forward to with some
-misgivings, proved to be not a time of irkscme loneliness but one of those
+"The moving finger writes, and having writ\\
-periods of pease which give a man time to analyse himself - lying by the glowing fire, calmly gazing into the flames, half-cnnscious of the rushing waters ant the dim light flickering on the cliffs, with the calm, cool air and occasional appearance of the stars through the flying clouds, this was the setting for an hour of pensive muse.
+Moves on; nor all thy piety not wit\\
-Though the waters continued to go down about two inches in the hour, the current was still strong and there was still the occasional choom! rumble, rumble, boomWthumpl rumble, rumble of boulders bashing their way along the floor of the torrent.
+Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,\\
-' Calm night, solitude and the warm fire, As I gazed, unseeing into the coals, there arose a vision of th-? berbaric savage crouched like me before his smoking fire; a fire which he worshipped but did not understand, Anything he did not understand he called a God and I wondered in that lonely hour if it was only the poor, unknowing savage who followed the same irrational course of reasoning. The Greeks, the Celts, the Vikings could not understand the sun, the moon, the thunder and the flood so they created a deity to each and every one of them to explain the workings of the world as acts of these Gods. One by one, man came to understand the secrets of the Universe and the ancestral divinities vanished in the fire of increasing knowledge. At last two final questions etood unanswered; the function of the Universe as a whole end the existence of intelligent beings in it. Following the reasoning that had been inherited down the ages, man conceived a God to create his Universe and explained the spectacle of life ms an act of this one last God. And yet, was it in a God that the answer really lay? Through all the lonely hour's
+Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.
-vigil the flood rushed on, beyond the power of manleven yet driven by something which we could not completely comprehend.
-"The moving finger writes, and having writ Moves on; nor all thy piety not wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it,
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+====Geoff Parker - 31st August, 1945.====
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+Since about last March I have had the job of Chief Engineer in one of the Army's Small Ships and why I didn't get into this game before, instead of the static job in the Anti-Aircraft I'm darned if I know. From the Bushwalkers point of view it is the Ants Pants, as we are travelling almost constantly, poking in and out of the most interesting places, and covering country that as Tourists would cost hundreds of pounds, instead of which the Army pay us to do it. Of course there is not much physical exercise about it, but I'm sure that other bushwalkers, particularly those who have been in the Infantry, will agree with me, that the Tropics are no place to go on a walkabout, except in certain selected localities, too many bities.
-H. Ht H.
-( House Hungry Horde )
+However, whenever the opportunity offers, I get ashore and go on as long a walk as the occasion permits. Chiefly for the exercise, but also because I'm a born stickybeak and curious to see what is around the corner. Just the same I'm always glad to get back to the ship and into, or perhaps better said, out of decent clothes again. Ashore we always have to wear boots, gaiters, slacks and shirt, while on board we wear only shorts, and shoes while in the engine room.
-win forever the esteem of BILL MULLINS AND PASS ON THZ MORSEL OF GOOD FARE.
-Tell Hilma Galliott,tell Ray
+Although the war is practically over, (the wireless says it is over) I don't expect to be home for at the least twelve months, but during that time I expect to see a deuce of a lot more country, maybe Tokio?
-' Kirkby,tell two or three fellow members and somehow, someway
-BILL MULL INS WILI.L.HEAR ABOUT IT.
+====Bob Morrison - 27th August 1945.====
-Iflin your excitement-at-finding A HOUSE FOR-SALE
--Du are unable to restrain urself
+Greetings from the Isles of Spice! I forget whether I've written to you yet from the beautiful Balikpapan S.E.Borneo (lat. 116°50'E. long. 1°10'S - in case you don't know that already) and somehow I think not.
-RING
-rxm, MULLIITS is HUITGRY
+What a different letter this will be to that one of mine, written to you mid-March, at Burleigh Heads, Queensland, and which you so kindly published in the S.B.W. About the only resemblance this place bears to Burleigh and environs is the "surf", much weaker here than at dear old Burleigh and much dirtier too - in fact, the other morning we went into an oil bath and there was hardly a ripple on the water.
-TLT:CP.
-Semewhere:sometime one se 'r hears of a
+I didn't come in with the first landings, but 10 days later, when all the evidence left of the battering this place took was the huge shell and bomb craters, wrecked buildings, charred and smashed vegetation, spiked guns, remnants of pillboxes, dugouts and foxholes; twisted iron which had once been cars, trucks and bicycles and the all-pervading peculiar odour of the Japanese, which still exists here in spots despite the great amount of clearing up that we have been doing, along with the native population, but I've seen some minor engagements on my tours up front and been in one Jap air raid, moon before last.
-HOUSE
-that
+This must have been a great town before the war and I don't mean before we belted hell out of it for the Dutch applied the "scorched earth" policy here well and truly when they knew the Japs were coming down - yes, about £25,000,000 worth of damage, I'm told, and although our lads started plenty of oil fires and smashed what the Nips had re-built, it must have been nothing to the mess the Dutch left behind for the "yellow bellies".
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+The homes here have been really beautiful, solidly built of brick and reinforced concrete, huge rooms, ceilings to 14 feet high and with stout woodwork and best quality fittings of all kinds. Tiles were in great prominence in kitchen and bathrooms and all of tip-top quality. The Dutch go in for a different type of bath to us; they have a tiled well raised about 3 feet above the floor and it seems they dip the water out of it and pour it over themselves - no lying down to it here.
-SAT,E.
-PerkapsIttH did last week:or even this verf-MY. If plu did an. are not yourself numbered amongst the
+The balconies, verandahs and patios must have been things of beauty and convenient comfort and they, like the houses, have been built to see out a lifetime. Some buildings are guttered along he edge of the eaves, in the usual way, while a lot of them have no gutters or spouting, but rather an open drain directly under the roof edge, built right round the house, to carry off roof and ground water. I can see the point in such an idea, for it rains like old Harry here when
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-YOUR OPTOMETRIST
-F. GOODMAN M.I.O.
-Optometrist and Optician
-Hunter Street., Sydney.
-Tel: B3438
-Modern methbds Of eye examination and eye training - Careful Spectacle fitting
-Fixing an appointment will facilitate the reservation of time for giving you proper attention, but should you be unable to ring us befor-hand, your visit will be welcome at any time you may chose to call.
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-NEWS FROM SOME OF THE BOYS
-GEi,c)ff Parker - 31st August, 1945. Since about last March I have had the job
--Chief Engineer in one of the Army's Small Ships and why I didn't get into this game before, instead of the static job in the Anti-Aircraft I'm darned
-if I know. From the Bushwalkere point of view it is the Ants Pants, as we are
-travelling almost constantly, poking in and out of the most interesting places, and covering country that as Tourists would cost hundreds of pounds, instead of which the Army pay us to do it. Of course there is not much physical exercise about it, but I'm sure that other bushwalkers, particularly those who
-have been in the Infantry, will agree with me, that the Tropics are no place
-to go on a walkabout, except in certain selcted localities, too many bities.
-However, whenever the opportunity offers, I get ashore and go on as long a ialk as the occasion permits. Chiefly for the exercise, but also bec-us I'm a born stickybeak and curious to see what is around the corner, Just the same I'm always glad to get back to the ship and into, or perha,Ds better said,
-at of decent clothes again. Ashore we always have to wear boots, gaiters, Lacks and shirt, while on board we wear only shorts, and shoes while in the gine room.
-Although the war is practically over, (the wireless says it is over)
-don't expect to be home for at the least twelve months, but during that me I expect to see a deuce of a lot more country, gaybe Tokio?
-b Morrison - 27th August 19450 Greetings from the Isles of Spice! I fo-rget; ether I've written t8 you yet from the beautiful Balikpapan S.E.Borneo
-o501E. long. 1 10'S - in case you don't know that already) and somehow t,hink not.
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-What a different letter this will be to that one of mine, written to you mid-March, at Burleigh Heads, queensland, and which you so kindly published in the SB.IN. About the only resemblance this place bears to Burleigh and environs is the "surf", much weaker here than at dear old Burleigh and much dirtiDr too - in fact, the other morning we want into an oil bath and there was hardly a riDnle on the water.
-I didn't come,in with the first landings, but 10 days later, when all the evidence left of the battering this place took was the huge shell and bomb craters, wrecked buildings, charred and smashed vegetation, spiked guns, remnants of pillboxes, dugouts and foxholes; twisted iron
-whic12 had once been cars, trucks and bicycles and the all-pervading peculiar odour of the Japanese, whiCh still exists here in spots despite the great amount of clearing up that we have been doing, along with the native population, but I've seen some minor engagements on my tours up front and been in one Jap air raids moon before last.
-This must have been a great town before the war and I don't mean before we belted hell out of it for the Dutch applied the "scorched earth" policy here well and truly when they knew the Japs were coming down - yes, about E25,000,000 worth of damage, I'm told, and although our lads started plenty of oil fires and smashed what the Nips had re-built, it must have been nothing to the mess the Dutch left behind for the "yellow bellies";
-The homes here have been really beautiful, solidly builtof_brick and reinforced concrete, huge rooms, ceilings to 14 feet high and with stout woodrork,and best quality fittings of all kinds. Tiles Were in greatgarominence in kitchen and bathrooms and all of tip-top quality. The Dutch go in for a different type of bath to us; they have a tiled well raised about 3 feet above the floor and it seems they dip the water out of it and pour it over themselves - no lying down to it here.
-The balconies, verandahs and patios must have been things of beauty and convenient comfort and they, like the houses, have been built to see out a lifetime. Some buildings are guttered along he edge of the eaves, in the usual way, while a-lot of them have no gutters or spoutingv but rather an open drain dir ctly under the roof edge, built right rOund the house, to carry off roof and ground water. I can see the point in such an idea, for it -rains like nl A An .
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 WOTSHERTHINK? Fierce Battles. Heaty Casualties Avoided.
 Though most people Will, by now, be aware of the decision to change the night for the Club meeting back to Friday, we record it for the benefit of those who happily, or rather haply, live in distant places and visit us rarely. On the historic night last month, there was battle in the air but results were very disappointing. However as the door of the hall opened and revealed a fresh latecomer, it was interesting to watch the eyes of the "so-called" moderns and the "so-called" reactionarieo appraise him as a possible addition to their voting strength.