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-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER.
+======The Sydney Bushwalker.======
-A monthly Bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, C/- Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown St., Sydney.
-No. 147 MARCH, 1947. Price 6d,
+A monthly Bulletin of The Sydney Bushwalkers, C/- Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown Street, Sydney.
-Editor: Ron Knightley. Bus. Manager: Maurie Berry.
-Assists: Elsa McGregor. Production: Brian Harvey.
+----
-Norma Barden. Assist: Pater Price.
-Illustrations: Dennis Gittoes Sales & Subs: Jean Harvey.
+===No. 147. March, 1947. Price 6d.===
-CONTENTS.
-Page. B. Grimshaw Ia
+|**Editor**|Ron Knightley|
-"Dingo" 2.
+|**Assistant Editors**|Elsa McGregor and Norma Barden|
-Jingle 3.
+|**Business Manager**|Maurie Berry|
-"Trouper" 4.
+|**Production**|Brian Harvey|
-Topical 9.
+|**Production Assistant**|Peter Price|
-Brian Harvey 12.
+|**Sales and Subs.**|Jean Harvey|
-Stop Press 14.
+|**Illustrations**|Dennis Gittoes|
-The Lure
-"So Help Met:" "yncarpia by Night" "Story in Stone" "Federation Reunion?"
+=====In This Issue:=====
-February Meeting Gossip Scou
-THE LURE.
+| | |Page|
-These were tasks that called for a good deal of energy, trifling though they might appear to those real explorers whose
+|The Lure|B. Grimshaw| 1|
-feats I was faintly copying, as Early Victorian ladies used to copy
+|"So Help Met!"|"Dingo"| 2|
-fine steel engravings in pale niggling pencil-work. Yet I enjoyed the trouble, enjoyed even the inconveniences, after a fashion, since they were richly paid for, in the pure gold coin that Nature mints for sailors, campers, and gipsy wanderers alone. Sortie need, so exceedingly deep down in the roots of humanity that one cannot even define or name it, seems to be satisfied by wanderings such as
+|"Syncarpia by Night"|Jingle| 3|
-these. It is a need not felt by all (though lying latent in very many who never suspect its existence, until sudden changes of circumstances call it out), and those who do not experience it fiald
+|"Story in Stone"|"Trouper"| 4|
-it hard to understand. Yet it is one of the strongest forces in the world -- hunger, love, the lust of battle, alone can rank with it in power over humanity. The "Song of the Road" -- the "Call of
+|"Federation Reunion?"|Topical| 9|
-the Wild" -- and other names coined by an analytical generation for this unknown force, leave the kernel of the matter untouched. But those Who know what it is to come home to Earth,- understand the meaning of the call, althouglia=g-Very coming, she lays a cold finger on their lips for welcome, and says, "You shall know, you shall enjoy, but you shall never tell ........"
+|February Meeting|Brian Harvey|12|
-Tial c,a-n from -chart k1,70-17- - "From Fiji to the Cannibal Islands",
+|Gossip Scou|Stop Press|14|
-by Beatrice Grimzhaw.)
-uSO EiLP II by ''Dino"
+----
-So help roe I say it, and it wasn't as' if there. had been a pub han-ay._._You_see, I was at North Era and the nearest ale;was-to. be -tapped at Burning Palms, or so '2617ap_said.
-BeinL, a little curious I ambled over on the afternoon of Boxing Day, but anyhow, what talking about happened unexpectedly
+=====The Lure.=====
-on the ::(prning of that day. So while you may raise,the doubting eyebrow, please reel:.ber that the body was in a state of complete sobriety.
-The rest of the crew had departed for their first swifi of the day and only Christa and ITself were left. Christa was dutifully ovinL; the black from the breakfast dishes and your raconteur was bashing the spine. Even so I would not have been in a -oosition to descrfbe the event onlz; Chris 1.:urioured
+These were tasks that called for a good deal of energy, trifling though they might appear to those real explorers whose feats I was faintly copying, as Early Victorian ladies used to copy fine steel engravings in pale niggling pencil-work. Yet I enjoyed the trouble, enjoyed even the inconveniences, after a fashion, since they were richly paid for, in the pure gold coin that Nature mints for sailors, campers, and gipsy wanderers alone. Some need, so exceedingly deep down in the roots of humanity that one cannot even define or name it, seems to be satisfied by wanderings such as these. It is a need not felt by all (though lying latent in very many who never suspect its existence, until sudden changes of circumstances call it out), and those who do not experience it find it hard to understand. Yet it is one of the strongest forces in the world - hunger, love, the lust of battle, alone can rank with it in power over humanity. The "Song of the Road" - the "Call of the Wild" - and other names coined by an analytical generation for this unknown force, leave the kernel of the matter untouched. But those who know what it is to __come home__ to Earth, understand the meaning of the call, although at the very coming, she lays a cold finger on their lips for welcome, and says, "You shall know, you shall enjoy, but you shall never tell..."
-"water" :hat I 1;air lured, I =ttered, but I clii,:bed to the
-feet and -gropinc, for -1 water bucket, away I went. I ::no w %/hat
+(Taken from Chapter V - "From Fiji to the Cannibal Islands", by Beatrice Grimshaw.)
-is in your hinds. The -en sypathise: poor bloke must
-have been half asleep." The girls Half dopey fro_ the en-
+----
-chanting Chl'ista's reuest and wouldnt be capable of seeing an-Lithing anyhow..'
-But so help 1:_e, I saw it. You couldn't blaae the poor liLht, The visibility Was one hunared -per cent perfect and couldn't be bettered. Ify woriaates suggested I may have left my glasses behind at ca p, but I chec-Led on this at the time. ho Sip, it was the genuine article. It couldn't have lpeea-o-tlIcrwise because I saw it with :y ovn eyes.
+=====So Help Me.=====
-NOW, some blokes ITIal:e up these stories and build on
-the:._ at each suCcessive telling but mine has remained uncb anged. I told the.1 the story seventeen ties at and never changed a ,-ord. To be truthful the: acco panied 2 word or word at one stage but later kept a respectful silence. Some unkind person su,sested it may have been a stunned silence. That is hardly vea8o1able because it was so darned rare and interesting.
+by "Dingo"
-Anything is likely to halen at Era but you must adyqit that this was something out of the ordinary. At Burning ,Palms you may often-see Queer shapes and on occasions alell beer - pal-don - queer smells. But. to walk =ay from the c2:-:p at Fira and bump right into it, well I can see the point in your disbelieving stares. I also have another obstacle to overcome,. They 'point the scornful finger: "i'he bloke's only just lest his prospective status, onl;s7 been lost twice, and has never tasted dried cat's meat. " In liT'defence I submit thL_'t, firstly, I am a friend of Roley Cotter, secondly, I had the good judgement to get lost with a glamorous girl on eact oc,oasion, and lastly, I am told ",:ly igx1Gpanoe of dp&oo-d. oatis meat will be adXated witdiP. the xt thirty days, Can I sa4- 1'1Dre?
-All this points to the fact that I not rulliny our
+So help me I saw it, and it wasn't as if there had been a pub handy. You see, I was at North Era and the nearest ale was to be tapped at Burning Palms, or so 'twas said. Being a little curious I ambled over on the afternoon of Boxing Day, but anyhow, what I'm talking about happened unexpectedly on the morning of that day. So while you may raise the doubting eyebrow, please remember that the body was in a state of complete sobriety.
-legs, so to continue with story. So help mc I.saw it----- What's that? Ladies and gentlemen, I believe I have boon handed a metaphorical specimen of a fruit of the berry fad. la
-So, be darned to you, I wish I hadn't story, anyway.
+The rest of the crew had departed for their first swim of the day and only Christa and myself were left. Christa was dutifully removing the black from the breakfast dishes and your raconteur was bashing the spine. Even so I would not have been in a position to describe the event only Chris murmured "water". What I murmured, I muttered, but I climbed to the feet and groping for a water bucket, away I went. I know what is in your minds. The men sympathise: "The poor bloke must have been half asleep." The girls "Half dopey from the enchanting Christa's request and wouldn't be capable of seeing anything anyhow."
--
-SYNCARPIA BY NIGHT....
+But, so help me, I saw it. You couldn't blame the poor light, the visibility was one hundred per cent perfect and couldn't be bettered. My workmates suggested I may have left my glasses behind at camp, but I checked on this at the time. No sir, it was the genuine article. It couldn't have been otherwise because I saw it with my own eyes.
-She'll snatch
-and scratch -
+Now, some blokes make up these stories and build on them at each successive telling but mine has remained unchanged. I told them the story seventeen times at and never changed a word. To be truthful they accompanied me word for word at one stage but later kept a respectful silence. Some unkind person suggested it may have been a stunned silence. That is hardly reasonable because it was so darned rare and interesting.
-at itching bite;
-she'll swear
+Anything is likely to happen at Era but you must admit that this was something out of the ordinary. At Burning Palms you may often see queer shapes and on occasions smell beer - pardon - queer smells. But to walk away from the camp at Era and bump right into it, well I can see the point in your disbelieving stares. I also have another obstacle to overcome. They point the scornful finger: "The bloke's only just lost his prospective status, only been lost twice, and has never tasted dried cat's meat." In my defence I submit that, firstly, I am a friend of Roley Cotter, secondly, I had the good judgement to get lost with a glamorous girl on each occasion, and lastly, I am told my ignorance of dried cat's meat will be adjusted within the next thirty days. Can I say more?
-and tear
-throughout the night;
+All this points to the fact that I not am not pulling your legs, so to continue with my story. So help me I saw it... What's that? Ladies and gentlemen, I believe I have been handed a metaphorical specimen of a fruit of the berry family.
-she'll mourn
-'til dawn
+So, be darned to you, I wish I hadn't told you the story, anyway.
-and bless the light;
-for where her writhing body lay
+----
+=====Syncarpira By Night....=====
+She'll snatch\\
+and scratch\\
+at itching bite;\\
+she'll swear\\
+and tear\\
+throughout the night;\\
+she'll mourn\\
+'til dawn\\
+and bless the light;\\
+for where her writhing body lay\\
 the insect world made hellish play.
- ...Ap DAY
-with patches red on face and head,
+====And Day....====
-a mirror tells her all;
-with swollen eye from stinging fly
+With patches red\\
-from beauty she must fall.
+on face and head,\\
-uAh,met. my beauty," saith the cutie
+a mirror tells her all;\\
-is that me or gall?
+with swollen eye\\
-If I must wear these bites all day, time I rose and stole away.
+from stinging fly\\
-told yol,. :1-;1
+from beauty she must fall.\\
-ANNUAL KIDDIES' TREAT. On Sunday, March 30, Bob Younger wants you 7671-777.--7==naldren from the Devonshire Street Pl'ee Library go to Lane Cove, the more helpers there are, the merrier we'll be, and so will the kids. Women are wanted to handle eating arrangements; men are wanted for the fun and gamgs; miey is wanted to cover costs. Dip into your pockets now for a donation, and then turn up in person. Remember -- Bob Younger needs your assistance.
+"Ah, me! my beauty,"\\
-BUSI-11-.'AL=R. ANNUAL -- 17. HAVE YOU FOIZARDED YOUR CONTRIBUTION?
+saith the cutie,\\
-Walking ta es...poems...cartoons...sketchea...phdtographs..-.'plus SUGGESTIONS POR COVER. Remeuber the closing date: March 31,
+"is that me or gall?\\
-forward contributions, per editor of this journal,
+If I must wear these bites all day,\\
+'tos time I rose and stole away."
+----
+====Annual Kiddies' Treat.====
+On Sunday, March 30, Bob Younger wants you to help. When the children from the Devonshire Street Free Library go to Lane Cove, the more helpers there are, the merrier we'll be, and so will the kids. Women are wanted to handle eating arrangements; men are wanted for the fun and games; money is wanted to cover costs. Dip into your pockets now for a donation, and then turn up in person. Remember - Bob Younger needs your assistance.
+----
+====Bushwalker Annual - 1947.====
+Have you forgotten your contribution? Walking tales... poems... cartoons... sketches... photographs... plus suggestions for cover. Remember the closing date: March 31. Please forward contributions per editor of this journal.
+----
 TO = IN S'J2077, PAN Lj II. by Trouper.
 Part I (January edition) of the ancient history of the Shoalhaven 1-Z. area outlined the way in which the various rocl,:s are fora shale and sandstone are food as sedionts