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 All are cancelled on the holiday weekends, June 7-10th and June 14-17th.
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+=====What A Day!=====
+J.C.H.
+A few Sundays ago, skippered by Rene Brown, 85 eager kiddies spilled themselves from the bus at the gates of National Park, Fuller's Bridge, Chatswood, and with joyous whoops raced along devious paths to the chosen glearing where the annual Xmas Treat (postponed on account of strikes) was to be held.
+Despite the coolness of the day the hardier soon donned their costumes and dived and swam in the river: others gathered around a skipping rope or took part in a game of rounders, while a few of the hungrier souls looked on at the busy helpers madly buttering bread and cutting salads (both vegetable and fruit), which were soon to disappear down the yawning throats of our young guests.
+Now and again one heard a loud cry of "Oo Miss, look at Johnny", and there would be Johnny hanging from a high branch of a nearby tree: or "Let me, Sir, oh let me Sir" and one saw Arnie showing his admirers how to stoke a fire and cook the potatoes. One couldn't help noticing Phil Hall devotedly tagged by an acrobatic 6 year-old (female) who turned catherine-wheels to order and did a one-and-a-half somersault without blinking an eyelash.
+Shortly (all too shortly for the small band of helpers Rene had) lunch time came and it didn't take long for the hungry kiddies to form a circle and begin on their eats. What piles of food they devoured - meat and salads, hot mashed potatoes ("Oh boy, mashed potatoes!") accompanied by bread and butter, followed by fruit salad and ice cream. Did I say ice-cream? Never have I soon so much ice-cream eaten by so few! (This applies to the helpers too).
+Lunch over, what next? Races, of course. After the ordinary races, i.e. straight running for all age groups, the fun began. Have you ever seen a frog race? The competitor places the hands on the ground and hops the course in a squatting position. Or a duck waddle race? One gets down on one's haunches and, with hands on knees, waddles the distance! Then there was the vheelbarrow race - generally the barrow collapsed on the wheel and flattened the said wheel in the dust, with accompanying squeals and yells.
+The afternoon sped by, but what is that over there? A sick child? And that? A sick Bushwalker? The excitement of the day, plus the huge lunch, had affected quite a few, and the position became nightmarish as one after another became violently ill.
+Those able to eat were given their tea - vividly coloured cakes were the highlight - and this meal over, belongings were gathered together and the tired picnickers made their way to the waiting bus. By this time the malady had affected half the kiddies and some of the helpers - six of us were left to get eightyfive back to Central! All didn't go too well, but we managed to disembark the lot at Central, leaving our trail behind us, and by supporting and carrying the ailing ones, delivered them safely home to bed.
+"Never again", I was dejectedly thinking, as we trailed up a hill with our three remaining children, when a lad said "Oh well, Miss, we've had a beaut day, it's the best picnic we ever go to - but I think we ate too much", and my spirits revived enough to be able to cheerily say "See you at Christmas" as we bade him goodnight.
+But, oh boy, what a day!
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+=====Breakfast Out Of Doors.=====
-WHAT A DAY 1
-J. O. H.
-A few Sundays ago4'skippered. by Rene Browns 85 eager kiddies spilled thamgolvocy from the bus at the gates of National Parks Fuller's Bridges Ohatswood, and with joyous lid10013S raced along devious paths to the chosen glearina Tohora the annual Xmas Treat (postponed on account of strikes) was to be held.
-Despite the coolness of the day the hardier soon donned their 00StUMAS and dived and swam in the river: others gathered around a skipping
-rope or tool' a game of rounders, while a few of the hungrier souls looked on at the h, "t,iers madly buttering broad and cutting salads (both vegetable and fruit)s vo.,..ch were soon to disappear down the yawning throats of our young guests.
-Now and again one hoard a loud cry of "Oo Miss, look at Johnny", and there would be Johnny hanging from a high branch of a nearby tree: or "Let me, Sir, oh let nn Sir" and one saw Arnie showing his admirers how to stoke a fire and cook the potatoes. Ono couldn't help noticing Phil Hall devotedly tagged by an acrobatic 6 year-old (female) who turned catherine-wheels to *.order and did a one-and-a-half somersault without blinking an eyelash.
-Shortly (all too shortly for the small ,band of helpers Rene had) lunch time came' and it didn't take long for the hungry kiddies to form a circle and begin on their eats. What piloth of food they. devoured - meat and salads, hot mashed potatoes ("Oh boys mashed potatoes.") accompanied by broad,and butters followed by fruit salad. and ice cream. Did I say ice-cream? NevOi.' have I soon so much s-cream eaten by so fewl (This applies to the helpers too).
-Lunch overt what next? Races, of course lifter the ordinary races, i e. straight running for all age groupe, the fun began. Have you ever seen a frog race? The compoti tor plaoes' the hands on the ground and hops the course in a squatting position, Or a duck waddle race? One gets down on one's haunches and, with hands on knees, waddles the distance'. Then there was the vheelborrov re oe genca-ully the barrow collapsed on the wheel and flattened the said wheel in the dust, with s..ccompanyIng squeals and yells.
-The afternoon sped by, but what is that over there? A sick child? And that? A sick Bushwalker? The excitement of the day, plus the huge lunch, had affected quite a faws and the position became nightmarish as one _after another became violently ill.
-Those able to eat were given their tea - vividly coloured cakes were the highlight - and this meal over, belongings were gathered together and the tired picnickers made their way to the waiting bus. By this time the malady had affected half the kiddies and some of the helpers - six of us were loft to got eightyfive back to Central: All didn't go too well, but we managed to disembark the lot at Central, leaving our trail behind us, and by supporting and carrying the ailing ones, delivered them safely home to bed.
-"Never again", I was dejectedly thinking, as we trailed-uil a/0'M-
-with our three remaining children, when a lad said "Oh well, Miss, we've had a beaut day, it's the best picnic we ever go to:7 but I think we ate too much", and my spirits revived enough to be ableo cheerily say "See you
-. at Christmas" as we bade him goodnight.
-Bu- c1 boy.) what a dayt
-BRELKFAST OUT OF DOORS
 By K.M.
-:Well, we cannot always go camping, but the next best thing is to live out of doors as much as possible.
-So at 0 a;m. out we go with breakfast, my three furry friends and I. They have already eaten, so it is not the lure of creature comforts but pure sociability that brings them aaong.
+Well, we cannot always go camping, but the next best thing is to live out of doors as much as possible.
-The eldest, a middle-aged bachelor, settles beneath the cypress pine for digention and meditation. Angela, a demoiselle of tender age, sports with the purple,lnqiandra petals floating down on the light breeze; but mother-cat lies with one tawny paw draped across my foot and her cheek nestled against my shoe.
-. This is a habit of hers, and I can never decide :whether it betokens affection for me or an irrosistibke yen for the pungent odour of shoe-leather. I like to think it is the former.
+So at 6 a.m. out we go with breakfast, my three furry friends and I. They have already eaten, so it is not the lure of creature comforts but pure sociability that brings them along.
-Let me say before going further that if you would enjoy your meal in tho garden you must first purge your mind of the deplorable instinct for reform. In the bush you do not say to yourself: "This grass needs cutting. This plant is a weed and should be uprooted." So must it be on your own
-estate. Once you have rid yourself of the profit motive everything in the garden is lovely. You are free to admire the dandelions blooming bravely in the pumpkin bed, yellow as the great cups of the pumpkin flowers themselves, where bees zoom and nose-dive into the golden depths. You may gaze Untroubled at the couch-Egrass flowering with its four or five (never more, never less) yard-arms, hung with minute creamy bells and bordered
+The eldest, a middle-aged bachelor, settles beneath the cypress pine for digestion and meditation. Angela, a demoiselle of tender age, sports with the purple lasiandra petals floating down on the light breeze; but mother-cat lies with one tawny paw draped across my foot and her cheek nestled against my shoe.
-with feathery wine-coloured tufts. You may note with astonishment that out of a vile clot of dung has sprung a company of fairy fungus like Japanese umbrellas no bigger round than a lead-pencil, frail and almost as trans.. parent as glass.
-You may look with equanimity at the woodspurge flourishing amongst the rhubarb, and think perhaps of poor Rossetti, desolate with grief for his dead wife, staring, head in hands, at this same weed,.
+This is a habit of hers, and I can never decide whether it betokens affection for me or an irresistible yen for the pungent odour of shoe-leather. I like to think it is the former.
-Under the wattle tree the bird-table, safe on a high pest, does not lack patrons. Willy Wag chatters noisily as hp darts down for a mouthful, and wrens and finches keep up a dim perpetual twitter as they
-.
+Let me say before going further that if you would enjoy your meal in the garden you must first purge your mind of the deplorable instinct for reform. In the bush you do not say to yourself: "This grass needs cutting. This plant is a weed and should be uprooted." So must it be on your own estate. Once you have rid yourself of the profit motive everything in the garden is lovely. You are free to admire the dandelions blooming bravely in the pumpkin bed, yellow as the great cups of the pumpkin flowers themselves, where bees zoom and nose-dive into the golden depths. You may gaze untroubled at the couch-grass flowering with its four or five (never more, never less) yard-arms, hung with minute creamy bells and bordered with feathery wine-coloured tufts. You may note with astonishment that out of a vile clot of dung has sprung a company of fairy fungus like Japanese umbrellas no bigger round than a lead-pencil, frail and almost as transparent as glass.
-come and go, Mother Magpie, whose left leg was broken long ago and hangs awkwardly at an angle, alights on the bird-table and eyes the fare a trifle querulously.. No meat this morning; only bread. Ah well, we are still rationed you know, Her husband stalks about on the ground and finds a stray rabbit bone. Last year the pair raised a fine youngster, and I had great hopes of a repetition this season, as mother was absent for some weeks and father flew off purposefully with any titbits I threw him, instead of consuming them himself, Something must have gone wrong though - one of the small unchronicled tragedies of the bush.
-From the quiet house my vigilant cloak announces six-thirty, Time to begin the scurry and racket of living: chores to be done, a train to catch, an office to be reached on time,
+You may look with equanimity at the woodspurge flourishing amongst the rhubarb, and think perhaps of poor Rossetti, desolate with grief for his dead wife, staring, head in hands, at this same weed....
-But from this early half-hour in the garden one goes to face the day, believe me, fortified with more than material food,
-m
+Under the wattle tree the bird-table, safe on a high post, does not lack patrons. Willy Wag chatters noisily as he darts down for a mouthful, and wrens and finches keep up a dim perpetual twitter as they come and go. Mother Magpie, whose left leg was broken long ago and hangs awkwardly at an angle, alights on the bird-table and eyes the fare a trifle querulously. No meat this morning; only bread. Ah well, we are still rationed you know. Her husband stalks about on the ground and finds a stray rabbit bone. Last year the pair raised a fine youngster, and I had great hopes of a repetition this season, as mother was absent for some weeks and father flew off purposefully with any titbits I threw him, instead of consuming them himself. Something must have gone wrong though - one of the small unchronicled tragedies of the bush.
-m M
-LIMILILL22-PLIOLL
+From the quiet house my vigilant clock announces six-thirty. Time to begin the scurry and racket of living: chores to be done, a train to catch, an office to be reached on time.
-Recent additions to the Library include "Yarravonda", the first annual of the Caloola Club, pioneered by Allen Strom. As a first production
-the magazine is excellent, and shows that even new clubs can be high-classCongrats to Beverley and Elaine Johnstone, the editors, and to the members and associates who contributed to its success.
+But from this early half-hour in the garden one goes to face the day, believe me, fortified with more than material food.
-.1.1.111,EM,Cajg_AL (By lOnk 'One.)
-Applications are invited for a new era in walking! Pioneered by Aacing Ra toliffle surragorang burn-up. Munching on the march supersedes eating at ease, as the four-miles-ctn-hour minimum slows down to a steady 3 m p.h. for lunch', We're hours overdue fcr the bus, but what care we? A time4 lift in Rus. Wilkins' jallopy enables us to catch the 3 p m. BimlOw bus at a.1.5, Unionists need not apply,
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-MtLITILLZEILDEI)
-"The man in the street tells the popular story bout Govett's Leap, of the Bushranger who, pursued by police and determined to larvade capture, gallopped boldly on his horse to the cliff's edge, and jumped overs but the ta3o is more fanciful than correct. William Romaine Govett was a Governmont surveyor and an explorer of the Blue Mountains, and the waterfall at thellead of the Grose was named after him, from the fact that he discovered it",
+====Congrats To Caloola.====
+Recent additions to the Library include "Yarrawonda", the first annual of the Caloola Club, pioneered by Allen Strom. As a first production the magazine is excellent, and shows that even new clubs can be high-class. Congrats to Beverley and Elaine Johnstone, the editors, and to the members and associates who contributed to its success.
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+===='Ere We Come!!====
+Applications are invited for a new era in walking! Pioneered by Racing Ratcliff's Burragorang burn-up. Munching on the march supersedes eating at ease, as the four-miles-an-hour minimum slows down to a steady 3 m.p.h. for lunch! We're hours overdue fcr the bus, but what care we? A timely lift in Rus. Wilkins' jallopy enables us to catch the 3 p.m. Bimlow bus at 3.15. Unionists need not apply.
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+====A Myth Exploded.====
+"The man in the street tells the popular story about Govett's Leap, of the Bushranger who, pursued by police and determined to evade capture, gallopped boldly on his horse to the cliff's edge, and jumped over; but the tale is more fanciful than correct. William Romaine Govett was a Government Surveyor and an explorer of the Blue Mountains, and the waterfall at the head of the Grose was named after him, from the fact that he discovered it".
 (W.F. Waters in "The Melbourne Walker, 1946").
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 MOUNT HOTHAM THROUGH THE WIND SCREEN
 By 012M HALLSTROM) (With apolog1e5 to Nr.Milliam Hatfield).