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All are cancelled on the holiday weekends, June 7-10th and June 14-17th. | All are cancelled on the holiday weekends, June 7-10th and June 14-17th. | ||
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+ | =====What A Day!===== | ||
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+ | J.C.H. | ||
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+ | A few Sundays ago, skippered by Rene Brown, 85 eager kiddies spilled themselves from the bus at the gates of National Park, Fuller' | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | Now and again one heard a loud cry of "Oo Miss, look at Johnny", | ||
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+ | 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!" | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | "Never again", | ||
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+ | 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' | ||
- | 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, " | ||
- | Now and again one hoard a loud cry of "Oo Miss, look at Johnny", | ||
- | 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." | ||
- | 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 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", | ||
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- | 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" | ||
- | Bu- c1 boy.) what a dayt | ||
- | BRELKFAST OUT OF DOORS | ||
By K.M. | 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 | + | |
- | . This is a habit of hers, and I can never decide | + | 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." | + | |
- | 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 | + | The eldest, a middle-aged bachelor, settles beneath the cypress pine for digestion |
- | 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, | + | |
- | 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 |
- | 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 | + | |
- | 7. | + | 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." |
- | 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 | + | 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. |
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- | LIMILILL22-PLIOLL | + | From the quiet house my vigilant |
- | 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 | + | But from this early half-hour in the garden one goes to face the day, believe me, fortified with more than material food. |
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- | Applications are invited for a new era in walking! Pioneered by Aacing Ra toliffle surragorang | + | ---- |
- | MtLITILLZEILDEI) | + | |
- | "The man in the street tells the popular story bout Govett' | + | ====Congrats To Caloola.==== |
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+ | 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 | ||
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+ | ===='Ere We Come!!==== | ||
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+ | Applications are invited for a new era in walking! Pioneered by Racing Ratcliff' | ||
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+ | ====A Myth Exploded.==== | ||
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+ | "The man in the street tells the popular story about Govett' | ||
(W.F. Waters in "The Melbourne Walker, 1946" | (W.F. Waters in "The Melbourne Walker, 1946" | ||
- | MOUNT HOTHAM THROUGH THE WIND SCREEN | + | |
- | By 012M HALLSTROM) | + | ---- |
- | THE SUBJECT: Roughest and toughest ride that any of Colin Lloyd' | + | |
- | THE TRIP: Upwards'from Yrepuncha, a little township at the foot of Mt, Buffalo, | + | =====Mount Hotham through The Wind Screen.===== |
- | TIM CONVEYANCE: A timber-trftek | + | |
- | Jumping Jehosaphat, what a ridet You've heard the parody of course: | + | By Clem Hallstrom. |
- | "Oh milordt How he roared, | + | |
- | In his old tin-fashioned Ford, Upon the road to Gundagait" | + | (With apologies |
- | The very vehicle, folks - the self same one, New, the flooring for instance: | + | |
- | just a collection of-loose boards forming a tray with no sides, except for a piece of two by three onwhich | + | The Subject: Roughest and toughest ride that any of Colin Lloyd' |
- | From the sun there was ho protection no covering at all. The only shadow was cast by a clattering jib overhead, swaying and alanging | + | |
- | There are those who say that we are governed by instinct, and those who say we 'are governed by fear well, we knew all about the fear k and we hoped, the driver had the instinct, for we were certain that he could not see the road. As the windsorson | + | The Trip: Upwards from Porepuncha, a little township at the foot of Mt. Buffalo. |
- | alone was guiding him and a rizhty | + | |
- | Throughout the trip, Roley was as usual, very quiet - more quiet than ever. Probably thinking over some matter that meant nothing to no one, but everything to himself (hadn' | + | The Conveyance: A timber-truck of proverbial bitsa type, with fractious gremlins in every nut and bolt (of which most were missing). |
- | The curly headed boy was cushioned on the rucsacks, unable to account for the roughness of the ride, and much distraught at not having his pipe. And then we saw the rucsacks cushioned on him George Dibley seemed contented, but When we dismounted his logs were quivering as he stood behind the driver. Was it tvoltching | + | |
- | Looking at them all, one would thinIthey | + | Jumping Jehosaphat, what a ride! You've heard the parody of course: |
- | RETURN OF THE NATIVE | + | |
- | She' | + | "Oh milordt How he roared,\\ |
- | Norma Barden, returned from hitch-hiking Tasmania from north to south, and east to west. On her own admission, she hiked much more than hitched. What' | + | In his old tin-fashioned Ford,\\ |
- | O. I. un or | + | Upon the road to Gundagai!" |
- | Anent the ditty on tho title page, and yarns when night has fallen, did anyone note the looks upon the faces of the males when one female (strictly practical type) remarked, "lhat about the moony anyway? It's only a light, after all." Ah, but how their faces brightened when a brown-eyed damsel cooed '' | + | |
- | Vacancy | + | The very vehicle, folks - the self same one. New, the flooring for instance: just a collection of loose boards forming a tray with no sides, except for a piece of two by three on which to crack the skull at every curve. As for the springing - Roman chariots were lounge chairs, alongside this leviathan of the road. |
- | 2.922121LEMIEILa_gNaggl. TRIPS | + | |
- | By BONA DEA. | + | From the sun there was no protection |
- | Yost Bushvalkers have known what it is to be hungry. Only a very few | + | |
- | have known what it is to be genuinely short of food, and realize, as Niniao Malvin() | + | There are those who say that we are governed by instinct, and those who say we are governed by fear - well, we knew all about the fear and we hoped, the driver had the instinct, for we were certain that he could not see the road. As the windscreen |
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+ | Throughout the trip, Roley was as usual, very quiet - more quiet than ever. Probably thinking over some matter that meant nothing to no one, but everything to himself (hadn' | ||
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+ | The curly headed boy was cushioned on the rucsacks, unable to account for the roughness of the ride, and much distraught at not having his pipe. And then we saw the rucsacks cushioned on him! George Dibley seemed contented, but when we dismounted his legs were quivering as he stood behind the driver. Was it twitching | ||
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+ | Looking at them all, one would think they were really in a bad way, and I f3lt genuinely sorry for them. Yes, there stirred in my breast many manly sentiments of pity for those beings in agony - me, on the upholstered seat, in the cab beside | ||
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+ | ====Return of the Native.==== | ||
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+ | She' | ||
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+ | Anent the ditty on the title page, and yarns when night has fallen, did anyone note the looks upon the faces of the males when one female (strictly practical type) remarked, "What about the moon, anyway? It's only a light, after all." Ah, but how their faces brightened when a brown-eyed damsel cooed " | ||
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+ | Vacancy | ||
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+ | ====Don' | ||
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+ | By Bona Dea. | ||
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+ | Most Bushvalkers have known what it is to be hungry. Only a very few have known what it is to be genuinely short of food, and realize, as Ninian Melville | ||
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Our Shoalhaven correspondent reports that Bill Cosgrove and John Johnson are still in form. All who sallied forth on the recent hoo noes ware expedishun are now thoroughly versed in the bush bla-bla of camp-fire communism. | Our Shoalhaven correspondent reports that Bill Cosgrove and John Johnson are still in form. All who sallied forth on the recent hoo noes ware expedishun are now thoroughly versed in the bush bla-bla of camp-fire communism. | ||
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UPPER SHULHAVEN | UPPER SHULHAVEN | ||
By FRANK LtYDEN. | By FRANK LtYDEN. |
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