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-THE TWENTY-FIFTH BIRTHDAY CELEBRATIONS
+=====Teh Twenty-Fifth Birthday Celebrations.=====
 or
-THE QUARTER CENTURY PARTY
+====The Quarter Century Party====
 also
-THE SILVER JUBILEE CELEBRATIONS.
-WHERE? WHERE? WHERE?
+====The Silver Jubilee Celebrations.====
-WHEN?  IITTEN? WHEN?
-(If you were at the April General Meeting you should know the answers. If you were there and still don't' know, then it's your fault, you ought to know, and we aren't going.to alter the lay-out of this advertisement just to pander to your curiosity.)
+__Where? Where? Where?__
-WATCH THIS SPACE MR FUTURE ADVERTISEMENTS.
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+__When? when? When?__
-COLLECTORS WANTED. The Forestry Advisory Council make a practice
-of Calecting seeds of shrubs and trees - both native and imported,
+(If you were at the April General Meeting you should know the answers. If you were there and still don't' know, then it's your fault, you ought to know, and we aren't going to alter the lay-out of this advertisement just to pander to your curiosity.)
-for distribution to prospective growers. Owing to bush fires, they have had an unprecedented demand, and have requested that any walkers who notice seeds or gum nuts collect them, plus some leaves for identification purposes. Address of the Council is 17 Castlereagh Street, Sydney.
+__Watch This Space For Future Advertisements.__
-COLOUR PHOTOGRAPHERS - AHaY! Paddy Pallin wants it known that he
-proposes to organise a showing of 35 mm. coloured slides on Thursdays
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-between 5.45 p.m. and 6.15 p.m. Screening to be in his shop at 201 Castlereagh Street. Requests those with suitable slides to
-contact him, giving details of region concerned, so that he can prepare programmes.
+====Collectors Wanted.====
-.
-AN ASCENT OF MT. BLANC - gUMHER 1951.
+The Forestry Advisory Council make a practice of collecting seeds of shrubs and trees - both native and imported, for distribution to prospective growers. Owing to bush fires, they have had an unprecedented demand, and have requested that any walkers who notice seeds or gum nuts collect them, plus some leaves for identification purposes. Address of the Council is 17 Castlereagh Street, Sydney.
-By Leon Blumer9
-Articles on climbing and skiing in the Mt. Blanc region of the Alps have been received from Frank Leyden and Leon Blumer. Leon's account of an ascent of Mt. Blanc is published below, and it is intended to reproduce Frank's story, with nap illustrating route, in the June issue.)
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-The three of us - Brian and Sheilah, my English friends, and
-myself, gently closed the hut door at 3.15 a.m. and started out into the frozen night. We were pleased it was bitterly cold as this was a
+====Colour Photographers - Ahoy!====
-sign of fine weather. Mt. Blanc, 15,782 feet, has killed more people
-by tricky weather than many other mountains of a lower but more difficult nature. As we mounted up over frozen avalanche debris we realised that this was the same avalanche that an English climber had accidentally started and riddenli for 300 feet a few days earlier, a
+Paddy Pallin wants it known that he proposes to organise a showing of 35 mm. coloured slides on Thursdays between 5.45 p.m. and 6.15 p.m. Screening to be in his shop at 201 Castlereagh Street. Requests those with suitable slides to contact him, giving details of region concerned, so that he can prepare programmes.
-day after a heavy snowstorm. Quite a curious way of desnonding mountains, a method we do not feel disposed to adopt as yet.
-The route from the hut, at about 10,000 feet, goes up a 2,000 feet slope of loose, crumbly rock lying at about a 50 degree angle and at this time of the morning solidly knit by frozen snow and ice. We were unroped as it was easy climbing and we avoided the steep snow faces and occasional iced-up rock, a slide on which would have meant a fall or roll of a few thousand feet. The only difficult spot was a 15 feet traverse on ice on which some steps had to be cut; otherwise we
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-mounted steadily, probably a bit too rapidly for that time of morning.
-The twinkling lights of St. Gervais, miles below in the valley,
+=====An Ascent Of Mt. Blanc - summer 1951.=====
-gradually disappeared and the world of rock and icy precipices took on a rosy hue. It was a glorious sunrise and although our cliff face was
-still in frozen shadow, we had the pleasure of seeing a transparent
+By Leon Blumer.
-silver light run slowly along a narrow ice ridge above us. The sun's rays topped some low clouds and mist, but it was still dark down in the valleys. A tinkling of ice particles on rocks to our right told us that the sun was starting its day's work. Life dawned anew with the sunrise and we resumed our ascent with fresh energy.
-The GoUter hut, at about 12,600 feet and on the top of the cliff, was comparatively warm so we had Our second breakfast and after a short rest, donned cramgons and proceeded slowly up the vast gentle ice slope of the Dtme du Gouter. It was good to feel once more the clean bite of the points in the ice. We were rather tired from our exertions of the day before, so straggled quite a distance apart. The only crevasses here were frozen solid and one hardly bothered to take a wider step. I noticed one or two large seracs as big as houses leaning drunkenly down the slope. They seemed to be relics of some bygone age. We reached the top and obtained our first view of the summit ridge of Mt. Blanc. It looked rather steep due to the cold clear air, with a spume of snow drifting off and one or two large cornices over the steep
+(Articles on climbing and skiing in the Mt. Blanc region of the Alps have been received from Frank Leyden and Leon Blumer. Leon's account of an ascent of Mt. Blanc is published below, and it is intended to reproduce Frank's story, with map illustrating route, in the June issue.)
-face. We could see other climbers hours ahead of us, very slow moving dots against a world of snow and ice, very blue sky and occasional black rocks. We seemed to be three people set apart. This curious feeling of detachment seemed to possess us for hours.
-.
+The three of us - Brian and Sheilah, my English friends, and myself, gently closed the hut door at 3.15 a.m. and started out into the frozen night. We were pleased it was bitterly cold as this was a sign of fine weather. Mt. Blanc, 15,782 feet, has killed more people by tricky weather than many other mountains of a lower but more difficult nature. As we mounted up over frozen avalanche debris we realised that this was the same avalanche that an English climber had accidentally started and "riddenl" for 300 feet a few days earlier, a day after a heavy snowstorm. Quite a curious way of descending mountains, a method we do not feel disposed to adopt as yet.
-We rested at this point as Brian was feeling "rather queer"
-(about 14,300 feet). He and Sheilah both took tablets. I was fit, with only a slight headache. The wind cut like a knife, despite our layers of clothing. We proceeded, dropping a few hundred feet (which we hated) then up again to the Vallot Refuge, a chilly- damp place set amongst some rocks. Here Brian apologised and said he could go no further. Sheilah seemed to be in a slightly better shape but also decided against continuing. I thought for a while an the foolishness of solitary climbing, had another good look at the weather (which was absolutely beautiful) then announced my intention of going on alone.. I made a pretty little speech - 'I feel rather determined about thish, etc., etc., and the others nodded as if in full agreement. A quiet
+The route from the hut, at about 10,000 feet, goes up a 2,000 feet slope of loose, crumbly rock lying at about a 50 degree angle and at this time of the morning solidly knit by frozen snow and ice. We were unroped as it was easy climbing and we avoided the steep snow faces and occasional iced-up rock, a slide on which would have meant a fall or roll of a few thousand feet. The only difficult spot was a 15 feet traverse on ice on which some steps had to be cut; otherwise we mounted steadily, probably a bit too rapidly for that time of morning. The twinkling lights of St. Gervais, miles below in the valley, gradually disappeared and the world of rock and icy precipices took on a rosy hue. It was a glorious sunrise and although our cliff face was still in frozen shadow, we had the pleasure of seeing a transparent silver light run slowly along a narrow ice ridge above us. The sun's rays topped some low clouds and mist, but it was still dark down in the valleys. A tinkling of ice particles on rocks to our right told us that the sun was starting its day's work. Life dawned anew with the sunrise and we resumed our ascent with fresh energy.
-smile from Brian, a warning about the wind on the ridge from Sheilah,
-and on I went, feeling like a martyr to a lost cause. A few French parties paused on the way down to shout encouragement.
+The Goûter hut, at about 12,600 feet and on the top of the cliff, was comparatively warm so we had our second breakfast and after a short rest, donned cramgons and proceeded slowly up the vast gentle ice slope of the Dôme du Goûter. It was good to feel once more the clean bite of the points in the ice. We were rather tired from our exertions of the day before, so straggled quite a distance apart. The only crevasses here were frozen solid and one hardly bothered to take a wider step. I noticed one or two large seracs as big as houses leaning drunkenly down the slope. They seemed to be relics of some bygone age. We reached the top and obtained our first view of the summit ridge of Mt. Blanc. It looked rather steep due to the cold clear air, with a spume of snow drifting off and one or two large cornices over the steep face. We could see other climbers hours ahead of us, very slow moving dots against a world of snow and ice, very blue sky and occasional black rocks. We seemed to be three people set apart. This curious feeling of detachment seemed to possess us for hours.
-Bone Marche, mais toujours lentement". I understood my pace was too fast. "Mes amis avaient les totes mals " I began and 1,ointed
-down to the hut, now a speck against the expanse of white. They seemed highly delighted that "un Australien" had come such a distance to climb
+We rested at this point as Brian was feeling "rather queer" (about 14,300 feet). He and Sheilah both took tablets. I was fit, with only a slight headache. The wind cut like a knife, despite our layers of clothing. We proceeded, dropping a few hundred feet (which we hated) then up again to the Vallot Refuge, a chilly damp place set amongst some rocks. Here Brian apologised and said he could go no further. Sheilah seemed to be in a slightly better shape but also decided against continuing. I thought for a while on the foolishness of solitary climbing, had another good look at the weather (which was absolutely beautiful) then announced my intention of going on alone. I made a pretty little speech - "I feel rather determined about this", etc., etc., and the others nodded as if in full agreement. A quiet smile from Brian, a warning about the wind on the ridge from Sheilah, and on I went, feeling like a martyr to a lost cause. A few French parties paused on the way down to shout encouragement.
-their mountains.
-I plodded wearily onward, being brought to my knees at one stage
+Bone Marché, mais toujours lentement". I understood my pace was too fast. "Mes amis avaient les têtes mals " I began and pointed down to the hut, now a speck against the expanse of white. They seemed highly delighted that "un Australien" had come such a distance to climb their mountains.
-by a fierce gust of wind. I managed to stuff some bread and cheese past
-my cracked lips. The slope was fairly gentle, never more than 35
+I plodded wearily onward, being brought to my knees at one stage by a fierce gust of wind. I managed to stuff some bread and cheese past my cracked lips. The slope was fairly gentle, never more than 35 degrees. There were some horrible cornices on the left side overhanging a 3,000 feet sheer wall of ice, while an the right the slope curved gently over into space. Steps had been cut in the ice in one or two places. At these heights top snow seems to be of a dry silky wind-packed variety. With only hundreds of feet to go, my limbs were feeling like lead and the headache worse, but the thing had to be done. Then at last I arrived at the broad snowy plateau of the summit.
-degrees. There were some horrible cornices an the left side overhanging a 3,000 feet sheer wall of ice, while an the right the slope curved gently over into space. Steps had been cut in the ice in one or two places. At these heights top snow seems to be of a dry silky wind- packed variety. With only hundreds of feet to go, my limbs were feeling like lead and the headache worse, but the thing had to be done. Then at last I arrived at the broad snowy plateau of the summit.
-An apprehensive glance for signs of bad weather gave place to a half-hour of rest and contentment, taking colour photos and enjoying the vista of distant snowy peaks, remote blue valleys and needle-like aiguilles set amongst jewels of glittering snow and ice. I could see the peaks of the Bernese Oberland ard Zermatt and other ranges hard
+An apprehensive glance for signs of bad weather gave place to a half-hour of rest and contentment, taking colour photos and enjoying the vista of distant snowy peaks, remote blue valleys and needle-like aiguilles set amongst jewels of glittering snow and ice. I could see the peaks of the Bernese Oberland ard Zermatt and other ranges hard to identify. The view went on for hundreds of miles and was indescribable. What a pity my friends were not there. I felt vaguely disappointed, curbed an inclination to explore further along the ridge, then descended with caution. The 1,500 feet descent took only half an hour and I was back at the Refuge by about 10.30 a.m.
-to identify. The view went on for hundreds of miles and was indescrib-
-able. What a pity my friends were not there. I felt vaguely disappoint-
+Brian had been lying down on one of the bunks when the French parties had come in. One Frenchman had removed his boots, another gave him some fruit cake and a small drink of cognac and orange, and yet another had fossicked around for dry blankets, some of which were frozen solid. I met this friendship and cheerful and freely proffered assistance everywhere in the Alps and it is indeed a very happy memory. To cap it all, two of the parties had waited until they saw I had descended safely to the Refuge, before proceeding on their way.
-ed, curbed an inclination to explore further along the ridge, then descended with caution. The 1,500 feet descent took only half an hour and I was back at the Refuge by about 10.30 a.m.
-Brian had been lying down on one of the bunks when the French parties had come in. One Frenchman had removed his boots, another gave him some fruit cake and a small drink of cognac and orange, and yet another had fossicked around for dry blankets, some of which were frozen solid. I net this friendship and cheerful and freely proffered assistance everywhere in the Alps and it is indeed a very happy memory. To cap it all, two of the parties had waited until they saw I had descended safely to the Refuge, before proceeding on their way.
+We were a tired party as we descended to the Tête Rousso Hut. The snow was getting soft and the crumbly rock slope was very loose. Apart from having to run the gauntlet of falling stones down a snow couloir, everything went smoothly and we reached the hut about 3.15 p.m. An hour's rest, lunch, then off again with exhilarating glissading down slopes of soft snow. Despite our fast descent to tree level, we missed the last téléférique, so had to stumble down another 2,500 feet to Chamonix Cally, reaching it about 9 p.m., a very tired party indeed. We could hardly believe our eyes when we checked on the map. I had ascended approximately 5,400 feet and descended 12,500 feet all in a 21-hour day. We certainly deserved our bottle of wine that night. Mt. Blanc! Nous vous salutons, or something!
-r\
- We were a tired party as we descended to the Tete Rousso Hut. The snow was getting soft and the crumbly rock slope was very loose. Apart from having to run the gauntlet of falling stones down a snow coulcir, everything went smoothly and we reached the hut about 3.15 p.m. An
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-a.
-hour's rest, lunch, then off again with exhilarating glissading down slopes of soft sn9w, ;Despite our fast descent to tree level, w. missed the last teleferique, so had to stumble down another 2,500 feet to Chamonix Caney, reaching it about 9 p.m., a very tired party
+=====Getting To Know The "Right People".=====
-indeed. We could hardly believe our eyes when we checked on the map. I had ascended approximately 5,400 feet and descended 12,500 feet all
-in a 21-hour day. We certainly deserved our bottle of wine that night. Mt. Blanc! Nous vous salutons, or something!
+Do you know all the "right people"? We mean to say, you wouldn't ask the Membership Secretary to take your subscription, would you? Or the Secretary to enlist a brand new prospective? Or the Walks Secretary to arrange your transfer to the Non-Active List?
-Iwasi..111...IMP.11
-GETTING TO KNOW THE "RIGHT PEOPLE".
+Well, we have a few more "right people". Apart from the officers elected at the Annual Meeting, we now have the following stooges:
-Do you know all the 'right people"? We mean to say, you
-wouldn't ask the Membership Secretary to take your subscription,
+|**Assistant Treasurer**|Gil Webb|
-would you? Or the Secretary to enlist a bi4and new prospective?
+|**Assistant Walks Secretary**|Roy Bruggy|
-Or the Walks Secretary to arrange your transfer to the Non-Active List?
+|**Assistant Membership Secretary**|Bob Bull|
-e11, we have a few more "right people". Apart from the officers elected at the Annual Meeting, we now have the following stooges:
+|**Assistant Social Secretary**|Edna Stretton|
-Assistant Treasurer - GIL WEBB
+|**Assistant Conservation Secretary**|Vera Matasin|
-Assistant Walks Secretary - -ROY
+|**Librarians**|Vera Matasin and Ross Laird|
-Assistant Membership Secretary - BOB BULL Assistant Social, Secretary - EDNA STRETTON
-Assistant Conservation Secretary VERA MATASIN
+These worthy officers will give prompt and courteous attention to any enquiries related to their respective departments. No responsibility taken for any matters directed to the wrong officer.
-Librarians .VA MATASIN and ROSS LAIRD
-These worthy officers will give prompt anl courteous attention to any enquiries related to their respective departments. No
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-responsibility taken for any matters directed to the wrong officer.
-STRAIGHT FROM'THE HORSE'S MOUTH.
+====Straight From The Horse's Mouth.====
-HURRY! HURRY! HURRY!'77The latest on the Pallin front is that
-supplies of Japara and Duck, imported from overseas, will be reduced
+Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! The latest on the Pallin front is that supplies of Japara and Duck, imported from overseas, will be reduced to 20 per cent of previous annual consumption. If you want a new tent, pack, etc. - You have been warned.
-to 20. per cent of previous annual consumption.. If you want a new'  tent, pack, etc. _You-have been warned.
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-NON-ACTIVE MENBERS. The only way to dodge the slug of increasing
-FilM-7-3777-17J-77inarried member or a non-active member. Which is
+====Non-Active Members.====
-to say that the non-active subscription is still 5/- per annum, in case you're in doubt what to transmit.
-CONGRATULATIONS TO - Norma and Eric Rowen.on the birth of a daughter TEFTeET-7-771775778th.
+The only way to dodge the slug of increasing prices is to be a married member or a non-active member. Which is to say that the non-active subscription is still 5/- per annum, in case you're in doubt what to transmit.
-Mr. E. Caines Phillips of the Cruising Canoe Club has advised
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-that the following map has now been completed and is available for
-perusal to those interested:
+====Congratulations To:====
-MAP NO.4 WOLLaNDILLY RIVER (Goodman's Ford to Cox's River Junction)".
-Those wishing to contact him should 'phone LA26670
+Norma and Eric Rowen on the birth of a daughter (Helen) on March 28th.
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+Mr. E. Caines Phillips of the Cruising Canoe Club has advised that "the following map has now been completed and is available for perusal to those interested:
+Map  No.4 Wollondilly River (Goodman's Ford to Cox's River Junction)".
+Those wishing to contact him should 'phone LA2667.
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 TASMANIA EY TWO-STROKE.