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-. A TALE OP WOE.
+=====A Tale Of Woe.=====
 By Dennis Gittoes.
-Be warned -- never hire a car! That is, unless you are SU= it will go till the end of the journey. _Bill Cosgrove, George Diblc, Len Scotland, Fred Svenson and. I, hired a car together but none Of ven looked under the seat to see if there were any tools.
-The first day, after running out of petrol once, blowing out pile tire and tube, (and, of course finding NO tools), we camped by the roadside near Tarcutta in the Riverina.
-Next day, as we were driving down the main street in Wangaratta (Vic.) one of the back tires gave way, leaving only three for the rest of the trip. That night there was talk of dropping the original Mount
-'-::-Blilletr-p-Ian,--and catching buses and trucks to all parts of_the',countryside, Melbourne included. It would have been quite pleasant -sending a week on the banks of the Ovens at Wangaratta. However we were very fortuhate in being able to buy two old tires from the tire repair man in town and so -- e were free as the breeze, open road, open -- the bonnet and see why she won't go!"
-Now it was the motor pegged out on the steep grade just out
-of Harrietville. After pulling to pieces everything that we could, with the sole aid of a pair of pliers, namely, the petrol system and half the ignition system, 70 turned the stubborn car back downhill to coast beautifully (?) - until we were about a mile below the St. Bernard Hospice site when she petered out again.
-And so another night of arguing as to whether we should go on or go back - as if we could go anywhere:
-Next mornirrx Len and I walked down to the car to get some gear and food. Just for luck he put his foot oft the starter and she went - first kick: So like a lot of mugs we threw our gear into (and onto) the liz, and climbed into (and only) it ourselves and went gaily on uphill, till we reached the top of Mr. Hotham where she conked ou-- Yes! Haven't I said that before? ell, we lay in the glorious alpins sunshine for three or four hours whilst two of our party l'ont on to the Chalet. They said they had lunch there, anyhow they did bring throe nice young girls back with them. In the meantime, a passing motorist 'sent a couple of mechanics up from Bright who fixed the Ford. These
-charged us eight pounds much to our horror. Half this cost was the two shillings a mile each way fee. And we even lent them our
-t,n opener at one stage:
-The trip so far, was like one series of breakdowns and tha further we went the more frequent they became. qe learned an excellent stunt for making the liz go when she repeatedly stopped. She would peter out about evdry mi1 (or evefl loss), on hills, 00 we poured water on various vell-to of the motor till it we)at. Using these tactics, we coaxed the old bus down to mac), then n croa toCorryong, camping the night on Deep Crook betwen tla tIv.0 town-sl, ail the Nariel Road.
-The unfaithful 1'odd fleY on past Corryong,' and ye ca_ped that night on the banks of the Lurray River near Thancoban. -17extorning, -e drove the car on for a few i1e and then walked to Reods laats, via Geehi Walls. At least -- the others walked -- I rode a horse. That afternoon we made camp in full view of the 1:ain Range, whose swirling laists and rugged ridges turned a pinkish tint in the light from the dying sun.
-On the following iorning we climbed the Pinnacle (5170 feet), rhich is the bump on the southern end of the Grey Hare Range. A fairly (pod view could be obtained from the trig. ,a_ter is always to be found last a little to the north, in a little gully, as it is above the snow
-T1-_e_I:Lain Range was silhouetted by the dawn of the next day as
-. 4713,-8-0-1-'rtreulTY retraced our steps back to the car. I say sorrowfully,
--ft/a Ife-viet-e-now well and truly on our way home. Leaving behirra green Geehi Plats, nestling between the wooded foothills, we reached the car, and then motored out onto the undulating plains. The big 1.ountains formed a backdrop till they finally -merged into the twilight near Batlow.
-Len drove the ''faithful" old bus on--.:1rds through the night at
-' a terrific pace, out goal being Tumut. Thulqo, Thu:.-.2p! tire flat, change wheel, on again. Len turns the steering wheel to go round a sharp bend in the road, the car doesntt answer. Pront spring broken! Somehow we managed to crawl into 2amut about 1,iidniLht, and as we clattered noisil into the camping grounds we must have caused sleeplessness in the tents and caravans of our many neighbours. Je decided to struggle on to Gundagai early next morning, before breakfast, and there get the front spring mended.
-.e started again before dawn and repeated the perforiaance of the night, by driving noisily out of the camping grounds, and waring everyone up. Eight cloch found us coo-kik; breakfast in a rubbish dump on the outskirts of Gundagai.
-The garage man wouldn/t rend out spring but he lent us his tools, and due mainly to the efforts of Len, we soon had the Gar in tip top order. By midday we were speeding on again through the haze. As the
-eage posts flashed one by one behind us, the sun gradually relaxed its relentless heat and glare, and it was evening when we stopped by the cool banks of Paddy's River for tea.
-_shortly we entered the hateful, smoky city, but somehow my mind was still sowewhere down near.Kosciusko's side.
-Rumour has it that a certain member tried to poison a prospective with custard on a recent walk, and the prospective retaliated by trying to poison the nien,ber with porridge the following morning. What is the Club covain. to when prospectives can take such liberties without being seve-relzr reprimanded?
-:KIDDIL1S' T.P,LA2.
+Be warned - never hire a car! That is, unless you are SURE it will go till the end of the journey. Bill Cosgrove, George Dibley, Len Scotland, Fred Svenson and I, hired a car together but none of us even looked under the seat to see if there were any tools.
-ny Christa Calnan.
-The postponed Kiddies' as Treat was held at luller's Bridge on Sunday, 30th 'Larch. Bob Younger, conducting the Treat for the first time was aided by Rene Brown with her wealth of experience with Kiddies' Treats and made a great success of the day. The 66 children from the Levonshire Street Free Library who attended had the time of their lives.
+The first day, after running out of petrol once, blowing out one tire and tube, (and, of course finding NO tools), we camped by the roadside near Tarcutta in the Riverina.
- The children, who were all from Surrey Hills, ranged in,age
+Next day, as we were driving down the main street in Wangaratta (Vic.) one of the back tires gave way, leaving only three for the rest of the trip. That night there was talk of dropping the original Mount Buller plan, and catching buses and trucks to all parts of the countryside, Melbourne included. It would have been quite pleasant spending a week on the banks of the Ovens at Wangaratta. However we were very fortunate in being able to buy two old tires from the tire repair man in town and so - "We were free as the breeze, open road, open - the bonnet! and see why she won't go!"
-IPOM 7 to 12 and SIDEle of them had never been in the bush before. The
-Liver was a great attraction and by much improvisation, swimming costumes 'ere found for all the children. One lass of 7 cut a dashing line clad in Norma Barden's 2-piece swim suit, precariously moulded to her little limbs with the aid of many safety pins.
+Now it was the motor pegged out on the steep grade just out of Harrietville. After pulling to pieces everything that we could, with the sole aid of a pair of pliers, namely, the petrol system and half the ignition system, we turned the stubborn car back downhill to coast beautifully (?) - until we were about a mile below the St. Bernard Hospice site when she petered out again.
-Close on 30 Bushwalkers had a hectic day turning skipping ropes, watching that the children didn't drown, supervising races, administering firtt''aid-and last, but not least, preparing luncheon and tea for 66 ravenous_appetites. Luncheon was a great success, parti-Claarly fruit salad and ice cream and by the end of the meal even apparently insatiable little boys were clutching their stomachs and saying "No thinks, Sir" tc offers of a second helping.
-The climax of the day was reached when each child received a toy and a bag of sweets, and then came the scramble into the special bus. There was a bad moment when the bus left the Park and we found it wasn't heading towards Chatswood Station at all: Somehow a horrible misundersatnding had arisen and the 30 Bushwalkers and 66 childpen were on the wrong bus: Sleepy children clutching sticky sweets and pistols and penknives and lord knows what were hastily transferred from one but to another.
+And so another night of arguing as to whether we should go on or go back - as if we could go anywhere!
-Bob acquired a few grey hdrs in his curly locks when at Chats- wood Station it appeared that there were two children less than there sqould have been. But there had only been a miscount in the morning and
-was able to hand over the full comple4ent to the Free Library Superlitsor at Central Station.
+Next morning Len and I walked down to the car to get some gear and food. Just for luck he put his foot on the starter and she went - first kick! So like a lot of mugs we threw our gear into (and onto) the liz, and climbed into (and only) it ourselves and went gaily on uphill, till we reached the top of Mr. Hotham where she conked ou-- Yes! Haven't I said that before? Well, we lay in the glorious alpine sunshine for three or four hours whilst two of our party went on to the Chalet. They said they had lunch there, anyhow they did bring three nice young girls back with them. In the meantime, a passing motorist sent a couple of mechanics up from Bright who fixed the Ford. These mechanics charged us eight pounds much to our horror. Half this cost was the two shillings a mile each way fee. And we even lent them our tin opener at one stage!
+The trip so far, was like one series of breakdowns and the further we went the __more__ frequent they became. We learned an excellent stunt for making the liz go when she repeatedly stopped. She would peter out about every mi1e (or even loss) on hills, so we poured water on various parts of the motor till it went. Using these tactics, we coaxed the old bus down to Omeo, then across to Corryong, camping the night on Deep Creek betwen the two towns, on the Nariel Road.
+The unfaithful odd flew on past Corryong, and we camped that night on the banks of the Murray River near Khancoban. Next morning, we drove the car on for a few mi1ew and then walked to Reeds Flats, via Geehi Walls. At least - the others walked - I rode a horse. That afternoon we made camp in full view of the Main Range, whose swirling mists and rugged ridges turned a pinkish tint in the light from the dying sun.
+On the following iorning we climbed the Pinnacle (5170 feet), which is the bump on the southern end of the Grey Mare Range. A fairly good view could be obtained from the trig. Water is always to be found just a little to the north, in a little gully, as it is above the snow line.
+The Main Range was silhouetted by the dawn of the next day as we sorrowfully retraced our steps back to the car. I say sorrowfully, for we were now well and truly on our way home. Leaving behind green Geehi Flats, nestling between the wooded foothills, we reached the car, and then motored out onto the undulating plains. The big mountains formed a backdrop till they finally merged into the twilight near Batlow.
+Len drove the "faithful" old bus onwards through the night at a terrific pace, out goal being Tumut. Thump, Thump! tire flat, change wheel, on again. Len turns the steering wheel to go round a sharp bend in the road, the car doesn't answer. Front spring broken! Somehow we managed to crawl into Tumut about midnight, and as we clattered noisily into the camping grounds we must have caused sleeplessness in the tents and caravans of our many neighbours. We decided to struggle on to Gundagai early next morning, before breakfast, and there get the front spring mended.
+We started again before dawn and repeated the perforiaance of the night, by driving noisily out of the camping grounds, and waking everyone up. Eight o'clock found us cooking breakfast in a rubbish dump on the outskirts of Gundagai.
+The garage man wouldn't mend our spring, but he lent us his tools, and due mainly to the efforts of Len, we soon had the car in tip top order. By midday we were speeding on again through the haze. As the mileage posts flashed one by one behind us, the sun gradually relaxed its relentless heat and glare, and it was evening when we stopped by the cool banks of Paddy's River for tea.
+Shortly we entered the hateful, smoky city, but somehow my mind was still sowewhere down near Kosciusko's side.
+----
+Rumour has it that a certain member tried to poison a prospective with custard on a recent walk, and the prospective retaliated by trying to poison the member with porridge the following morning. What is the Club coming to when prospectives can take such liberties without being severely reprimanded?
+----
+=====The Kiddies' Treat.=====
+By Christa Calnan.
+The postponed Kiddies' Xmas Treat was held at Fuller's Bridge on Sunday, 30th March. Bob Younger, conducting the Treat for the first time was aided by Rene Brown with her wealth of experience with Kiddies' Treats and made a great success of the day. The 66 children from the Devonshire Street Free Library who attended had the time of their lives.
+The children, who were all from Surrey Hills, ranged in age from 7 to 12 and some of them had never been in the bush before. The River was a great attraction and by much improvisation, swimming costumes were found for all the children. One lass of 7 cut a dashing line clad in Norma Barden's 2-piece swim suit, precariously moulded to her little limbs with the aid of many safety pins.
+Close on 30 Bushwalkers had a hectic day turning skipping ropes, watching that the children didn't drown, supervising races, administering first aid and last, but not least, preparing luncheon and tea for 66 ravenous appetites. Luncheon was a great success, particularly fruit salad and ice cream and by the end of the meal even apparently insatiable little boys were clutching their stomachs and saying "No thanks, Sir" to offers of a second helping.
+The climax of the day was reached when each child received a toy and a bag of sweets, and then came the scramble into the special bus. There was a bad moment when the bus left the Park and we found it wasn't heading towards Chatswood Station at all! Somehow a horrible misundersatnding had arisen and the 30 Bushwalkers and 66 childpen were on the wrong bus! Sleepy children clutching sticky sweets and pistols and penknives and lord knows what were hastily transferred from one bus to another.
+Bob acquired a few grey hairs in his curly locks when at Chatswood Station it appeared that there were two children less than there should have been. But there had only been a miscount in the morning and Bob was able to hand over the full complement to the Free Library Supervisor at Central Station.
 Bushwalkers and children had become firm friends throughout the day and there were some sad and reluctant partings, Helen, aged 7, tearfully clutched at Bob when the hour of departure came and extracted promises of "seeing you at next year's Xmas Treat".
-The children melted back to their Surry Hills homes with memor-
- les of the warmth of sunshine after the coolness of the tree-lined river, g r.ee.Dgrass-and a clear expanse of sky. The Bushwalkers_returned to their homes withhappy memories also and not without a sense of satisfaction. It is hard to say who were more tired - the children or the Bushwalkers. compared with Kiddies' Treats bushwalking isn't so strenuous after all.
+The children melted back to their Surry Hills homes with memories of the warmth of sunshine after the coolness of the tree-lined river, green grass and a clear expanse of sky. The Bushwalkers returned to their homes with happy memories also and not without a sense of satisfaction. It is hard to say who were more tired - the children or the Bushwalkers. Compared with Kiddies' Treats bushwalking isn't so strenuous after all.
-.
-A:=NOOr OF :OUHT 0A=IGH.
+----
-(Cradle Diountain - Lake St. Clair Reserve.)
- E. Garrad.
+=====Afternoon On mount Oakleigh.=====
-One of the most delightful recollections of a recent holiday in Tasmania is of an afternoon spent on ',bunt Oakleiah.
-It is not as high as many of the other rJountains in the reserve but bas a number of features which make it outstanding.
+(Cradle Mountain - Lake St. Clair Reserve.)
-climbed from Pelion Hut, first crossing the lovely rushing
-l_r,i;1,_143_Creel.7., and then ascended to a gap facing the hut. The, going was ,. --vo-,c-Irdifficult but. like much of the Tasmanian coun...try, the underI-Lwth' was unfriendly, and we arrived at the top minus a considerable ,. .triat of the skin on our legs.
+By E. Garrad.
-'e walked west to the trig and from here had magnificient views cf the J-.'orth Gorge. To the north was Cradle Mountain and to the south and south-west,Pelicn East, Pcilion :est, Et. Ossa, lt. Thetis and Mt. Achiles, and away in the distance the white top of the magnificient frenchmants Cap. herever, we looked there were lakes and tarns.
-For a long time we sat, greatly enjoying this lovely panorama. Then we followed a staked route along the mountain top. Oahleigh is a fairly_long mountain with a more ,or less level top. J'rom the far end- we had delightful views of Lake Ayr. The blue waters of the lake *ere surrounded by brilliant greens, yellows and browns of the button r,ass plains which are a feature of the country.
+One of the most delightful recollections of a recent holiday in Tasmania is of an afternoon spent on Mount Oakleigh.
-The crowning glory of the mountain was the flowers. Lovely expanses of Richeas, displaying every iwaaginable oolour - white, cream yellow, orange, pink, red,. etc. etc. I have never seen anything on the mainland to rival the beauty of there flowers. Then ther-e are stretches of boroiala, one a lemon scented variety. U'e )702-1nd only two boronias in Tasmania, nei,thlar with the lovely perfuina of our N.S.W. varieties, and both low growing. Ther-vvovirlsa. delightful carpets of sat pink, and al:Lazo-51; 1.41-11te.
-ei'Nxrl followed an easy descent, and we returned to
+It is not as high as many of the other mountains in the reserve but has a number of features which make it outstanding.
-;s-4 - r.,,cycyrk and spirits aglow with all the
-:16 b_u_t with pleasantly tiredbodies,
+We climbed from Pelion Hut, first crossing the lovely rushing Douglas Creek, and then ascended to a gap facing the hut. The going was very difficult but like much of the Tasmanian country, the undergrowth was unfriendly, and we arrived at the top minus a considerable amount of the skin on our legs.
-.
-Bob Younger and party enjoyed a rare experience on Oood Friday t'hat of liatiling to orchestral music on a noonlight nisht at
+We walked west to the trig and from here had magnificient views of the Forth Gorge. To the north was Cradle Mountain and to the south and south-west, Pelion East, Pelion West, Mt. Ossa, Mt. Thetis and Mt. Achiles, and away in the distance the white top of the magnificient Frenchman's Cap. Wherever, we looked there were lakes and tarns.
-Kanangra. A lad fracd the to
- College 'talking Club had Come to
+For a long time we sat, greatly enjoying this lovely panorama. Then we followed a staked route along the mountain top. Oakleigh is a fairly long mountain with a more or less level top. From the far end we had delightful views of Lake Ayr. The blue waters of the lake were surrounded by brilliant greens, yellows and browns of the button grass plains which are a feature of the country.
-Kanangra in his car armed with a portable gramophone and record albums and we lay in (Air SieDing bags beside the fire while the lovely strirs of 1:endelssohnis -17101in04-..xnr-t-a--1.-y-s.,,,/
-depths of Kanangr2a
+The crowning glory of the mountain was the flowers. Lovely expanses of Richeas, displaying every imaginable colour - white, cream yellow, orange, pink, red, etc. etc. I have never seen anything on the mainland to rival the beauty of these flowers. Then there are stretches of boronia, one a lemon scented variety. We found only two boronias in Tasmania, neither with the lovely perfume of our N.S.W. varieties, and both low growing. They provided delightful carpets of soft pink, and almost white.
+The staked route followed an easy descent, and we returned to the hut with pleasantly tired bodies, and spirits aglow with all the sights we had seen.
+----
+Bob Younger and party enjoyed a rare experience on Good Friday night, that of listening to orchestral music on a moonlight night at Kanangra. A lad from the Technical College Walking Club had come to Kanangra in his car armed with a portable gramophone and record albums and we lay in our sleeping bags beside the fire while the lovely strains of Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto drifted near us into the moonlight depths of Kanangra Deep.
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