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-TEE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER.
+======The Sydney Bushwalker.======
-wn...r.mima.WMm-rm.
 A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, C/- Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown St., Sydney.
-No.211 JUNE, 1952 Price 6d.
+====No.211 June, 1952 Price 6d.====
-Editor: Jim Brown, 103 Gipps St., Sales and Subs.: Shirley Evans
-Drummoyne. Typed by Jean Harvey.
+|**Editor**|Jim Brown, 103 Gipps St., Drummoyne|
-Production and Business Manager: Brian Harvey (JW1462),
+|**Production and Business Manager**|Brian Harvey (JW1462)|
-CONTENTS
+|**Sales and Subs.**|Shirley Evans|
- Page
+|**Typed by**|Jean Harvey|
-Editorial - Twenty-one Again 1
-At The May General Meeting 2
+=====Contents.=====
-Mt. Blanc Ski Adventure - Spring 1950
-- By Frank Leyden 4
+| | |Page|
-Ettrema Gorge - By Wal Roots 8
+|Editorial - Twenty-one Again| | 1|
-Leica Photo Service 12
+|At The May General Meeting| | 2|
-The Factory 1,as Warmed 12
+|Mt. Blanc Ski Adventure - Spring 1950|By Frank Leyden| 4|
-B.O. Areas 13
+|Ettrema Gorge|By Wal Roots| 8|
-By Any Other Name 14
+|The Factory Was Warmed| |12|
-Trundling Down the Cox - By Brian Harvey 15
+|B.O. Areas| |13|
-The Unofficial Official Easter Trip
+|By Any Other Name| |14|
-- By "Eenaweena" & John Bookluck 18
+|Trundling Down the Cox|By Brian Harvey|15|
-Field Weekend, or How to Go Nuts in Three Easy
+|The Unofficial Official Easter Trip|By "Eenaweena" & John Bookluck|18|
-Lessons - By "Wombat" 22
+|Field Weekend, or How to Go Nuts in Three Easy Lessons|By "Wombat"|22|
-A Le-hter to the Editor - "Bushfires" 24
+|A Letter to the Editor - "Bushfires"| |24|
-Sanitarium Health Foods 25
+|Federation Notes - May Meeting|By Allen A. Strom|26|
-Federation Notes - May Meeting -
-By Allen A. Strom 26
+=====Advertisements.=====
-On Getting Lost (Paddyfs Advertisement) 27
-EDITORIAL
+| |Page|
-weial10.101~11 *
+|Leica Photo Service|12|
-Twenty-one_Imin.
+|Sanitarium Health Foods|25|
-In this year of the.Clubis "Quarter Century" we celebrate
+|On Getting Lost (Paddy's Advertisement)|27|
-another less 'important but quite noteworthy anniversary. It was
-in June, 1931, that the first edition of the Club tS magatine was published and so, with this issue, No.211, of June, 1952, the magazine 'comes of age.
+----
-The magazine, then known simply as "The Bushwalker", did not
-have an easy birth. A previous General Meeting had considered the suggestion, and washed its hands of the matter, whereupon five
+=====Editorial.=====
-.
-enthusiasts, namely Marj. Hill (Editor), Dorothy Lawry, Rene Browne, Brenda White and Myles Dunphy, each contributed 10/-, and financed the production..
+====Twenty-one Again.====
-The infant thrived, it was adopted by the Club as the official journal at the age of one year, and at about the same time suffered by having its name filched. (These were the days of depression and 'mystery hikes" were the craze: a city firm produced a free paper
-styled 'The Hiker and Bushwalkerh to cater for the brief public enthusiasm). The magazine was re-titled 'The Sydney Bushwalker" and has been able to keep its name inviolate since that date.
+In this year of the Club's "Quarter Century" we celebrate another less important but quite noteworthy anniversary. It was in June, 1931, that the first edition of the Club's magatine was published and so, with this issue, No.211, of June, 1952, the magazine "comes of age".
-During the years 1931 to 1936 the magazine appeared at intervals of two months, being sold at either 1/- or 9d. per copy, depending on the financial state of the accounts. Early in 1937 it was transformed into a quarterly, but later in the same year, with the purchase of the Club's first duplicator, it became a monthly, selling at 3d. per copy in those dear, dead pre-inflation days. Apart from a price increase (was it approved by the Prices Commissioner?) during the war years, and minor fluctuations in appearance and laT-out due
-to the whims of various typists and editors, and the output of members, it has appeared in substantially the same form ever since.
+The magazine, then known simply as "The Bushwalker", did not have an easy birth. A previous General Meeting had considered the suggestion, and washed its hands of the matter, whereupon five enthusiasts, namely Marj. Hill (Editor), Dorothy Lawry, Rene Browne, Brenda White and Myles Dunphy, each contributed 10/-, and financed the production.
-At the age of 21 years a person is legally presumed to be capable of handling his own affairs, to have put childish things behind him. There is room to hope, however, that the magazine will not become too staid, too prematurely s6nile, and incapable of youthful buoyancy or letting its hair down at times.
-Since we are committed to a Special Anniversary number in October to mark the Club's '25th", this is not such a lavish edition as it may have been in another year. There is, instead, a somewhat larger selection of reading than we can muster for a normal monthly issue, and perhaps this will give assurance that the magazine is by no means spent. In fact it seems a reasonably safe wager that the magazine will outlast the vaunted new duplicator.
+The infant thrived, it was adopted by the Club as the official journal at the age of one year, and at about the same time suffered by having its name filched. (These were the days of depression and "mystery hikes" were the craze: a city firm produced a free paper styled "The Hiker and Bushwalker" to cater for the brief public enthusiasm). The magazine was re-titled "The Sydney Bushwalker" and has been able to keep its name inviolate since that date.
+During the years 1931 to 1936 the magazine appeared at intervals of two months, being sold at either 1/- or 9d. per copy, depending on the financial state of the accounts. Early in 1937 it was transformed into a quarterly, but later in the same year, with the purchase of the Club's first duplicator, it became a monthly, selling at 3d. per copy in those dear, dead pre-inflation days. Apart from a price increase (was it approved by the Prices Commissioner?) during the war years, and minor fluctuations in appearance and lay-out due to the whims of various typists and editors, and the output of members, it has appeared in substantially the same form ever since.
+At the age of 21 years a person is legally presumed to be capable of handling his own affairs, to have put childish things behind him. There is room to hope, however, that the magazine will not become too staid, too prematurely senile, and incapable of youthful buoyancy or letting its hair down at times.
+Since we are committed to a Special Anniversary number in October to mark the Club's "25th", this is not such a lavish edition as it may have been in another year. There is, instead, a somewhat larger selection of reading than we can muster for a normal monthly issue, and perhaps this will give assurance that the magazine is by no means spent. In fact it seems a reasonably safe wager that the magazine will outlast the vaunted new duplicator.
 On to the next Twenty-one Years.
-AT TEE MAY GENERAL MEETING.
-After tore than twelve months of marathon general meetings, the May meeting, with about 50 members present, and Allen Strom as Chairman, was unbelievably brief and in reposeful andante tempo, The Chairman first read the regrets of the President, holidaying at Bega, and we heard minutes of both the special Era fund meeting and the April General Meeting. No members rose and no natters arose.
+----
-Correspondence contained a note from the Parks and Playgrounds Movement, concerring the proposed oil refinery, and replying to our Hunter River suggestion with the point that the Movement was primarily concerned in preventing erection of the refinery on parklands, and had not so far entered into the matter of alternative sites. There was a letter from the Prime Minister, referring to our earlier representations on Bush Fire Prevention. It informed us primarily that this did not
-.
+=====At The May General Meeting.=====
-come under Federal jurisdiction, and that the Commonwealth authorities
-were carrying out water, soil and timLeir -conservation within its own territories: also that the Forestry ana Timber 'Bureau of the Department of the Interior and the Australian Forestry School at
+After more than twelve months of marathon general meetings, the May meeting, with about 50 members present, and Allen Strom as Chairman, was unbelievably brief and in reposeful andante tempo. The Chairman first read the regrets of the President, holidaying at Bega, and we heard minutes of both the special Era fund meeting and the April General Meeting. No members rose and no matters arose.
-Canberra were carrying out research into fire prevention and control and provided education to Fire Control Officers nominated by State Forest services. There was no suggestion that the Federal Government
-intended to enter the I'State spherel' of control: in short, rather a
+Correspondence contained a note from the Parks and Playgrounds Movement, concerning the proposed oil refinery, and replying to our Hunter River suggestion with the point that the Movement was primarily concerned in preventing erection of the refinery on parklands, and had not so far entered into the matter of alternative sites. There was a letter from the Prime Minister, referring to our earlier representations on Bush Fire Prevention. It informed us primarily that this did not come under Federal jurisdiction, and that the Commonwealth authorities were carrying out water, soil and timber conservation within its own territories: also that the Forestry and Timber Bureau of the Department of the Interior and the Australian Forestry School at Canberra were carrying out research into fire prevention and control and provided education to Fire Control Officers nominated by State Forest services. There was no suggestion that the Federal Government intended to enter the "State sphere" of control: in short, rather a negative reply.
-negative reply.
-One other item of correspondence was a letter from Jack Gentle
+One other item of correspondence was a letter from Jack Gentle informing us that he had represented our conservation views to North Shore scoutmasters, and had also written the Area Commissioner, Northern Suburbs. This provoked Bill Cosgrove to draw attention to a publication which set out the equipment required by scouting parties on extended trips - one schedule included 6 tomahawks, 2 entrenching tools and a nail file. The nail file had him baffled until Wal Roots explained that it would be used to saw down trees when the axes had worn down to the hilt.
-informing us that he had represented our conservation views to North
-Shore scoutmasters, and had also written the Area Commissioner, Northern Suburbs. This provoked Bill Cosgrove to draw attention to a
+Whizzing through the reports we were suddenly and unexpectedly at General Business. The Editor queried whether the meeting wished the two best prints from this year's Photographic Exhibition to be reproduced in the magazine, and Brian Harvey cautioned that this would cost the Club about £8.10. 0 on present costs. Alex Colley felt this was justified, representing only about 9d. per active member, but Gil Webb wasn't so easily satisfied and pointed out that it needed about 10 subscriptions to make up this amount, while the standard of reproduction didn't do justice to the winning entries. Here Ken Meadows interpolated the suggestion that actual prints may be turned out en masse and at about the same cost. They would be about half-plate size, and, if guaranteed aid, he would undertake to do the work. Apart from Betty Hall's point that winning prints often required individual retouching, the meeting seemed to approve the idea, and carried a motion to that effect.
-publication which set out the equipment required by scouting parties
-on ex tended trips - one schedule included 6 tomahawks, 2 entrenching too is and a nail file. The nail file had him baffled until Wal Roots explained that it would be used to saw down trees when the axes had worn down to the hilt.
+The Editor was on his feet again, talking about the 25th Anniversary Magazine for October. Four years ago, on the coming of age of the Club, the magazine had been indemnified against financial loss, he said, and would the Club be kind enough to support the special issue an this occasion. Alex Colley suggested that a limit of £10 be placed on the Club vote, and since this was accepted as reasonable by the magazine team, the amount was passed.
-Whizzing through the reports we were suddenly and unexpectedly at General Business. The Editor queried whether the meeting wished the two best prints from this year's Photographic Exhibition to be
-reproduced in the magazine, and Brian Harvey cautioned that this would
+For the last business of the night Alex Colley harked back to the location for the oil refinery, and suggested we write Northumberland County Council, asking if they wanted the refinery. He believed they did, and would give us some good reasons which we could use in our campaign to avoid use of Kurnell or Kariong. We agreed to write the Newcastle area Planning body. Then, despite the Chairman's efforts to eke out the meeting, we drew a curtain at the impossible hour of 8.42 p.m.
-cost the Club about 8.10. 0 on present costs. Alex Colley felt this was justified, representing only about 9d. per active member, but Gil Webb wasn't so easily satisfied and poihted out that it needed about
-subscriptions to make up this amount, while the standard of
+----
-reproduction didn't do justice to the winning entries. Here Ken Meadows interpolated the suggestion that actual prints may be turned
-out en masse and at about the sare cost. They would be abuut half- plate size, and, if guaranteed aid, he would undertake to do the work. Apart from Betty Hall's point that winning prints often required individual retouching, the meeting seemed to approve the idea, and carried a motion to that effect.
+====Family Department.====
-The Editor was on his feet again, talking about the 25th Anniversary Magazine for October. Four years ago, on the coming of age of the Club, the magazine had been indemnified against financial loss, he
-said, and would the Club be kind enough to support the special issue an this occasion. Alex Colley suggested that a limit of 2,10 be placed on
+Congratulations to Hilma and Alex Colley - birth of a daughter (Frances) on May 1st.
-the Club vote, and since this was accepted as reasonable by the magazine team, the amount was passed.
-For the last business of the night Alex Colley harked back to the
+----
-location for the oil refinery, and suggested we write Northumberland County Council, asking if they wanted the refinery. He believed they
-did, aad would give us some good reasons which we could use in our
+=====Mt. Blanc Ski Adventure - Spring 1950.=====
-campaign to avoid use of Kuonell or Kariong. We agreed to write the Newcastle area Planning body. Then, despite the Chairman's efforts
-to eke out the meeting, we drew a curtain at the impossible hour of
-.42 p.m.
-+11.
-FAMILY DEPARTMENT. Congratulations to Hilma and Alex Colley - aFth of a daughter (Frances) on May 1st.
-.
-MT. BLANC SKI ADVENTURE - SPRING 1950.
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 By Frank Leyden.
-Our 100-mile-on-ski 9 day ski-luountaineering tour of the mHaute Route' was nearing its end. The last part of the trip that remained was the traverse of Mt. Blanc on ski. We were a prtrty of nine. There was !Mash on regardless!' Heinrich of the tough school of Swiss Guides; lithe Sonya, the only girl; Otto and Ham, as funny as a total of eight Swiss and myself. They were one of the toughest bunches of skiers I have ever met, but were extremely friendly, considerate and helpful to an inept foreigner. Our conversation, their hSwiss-Gennan!' against my 'High-German'' with some French and Italian thrown in, was an experience in itself.
-/
+Our 100-mile-on-ski 9 day ski-mountaineering tour of the "Haute Route" was nearing its end. The last part of the trip that remained was the traverse of Mt. Blanc on ski. We were a party of nine. There was "bash on regardless" Heinrich of the tough school of Swiss Guides; lithe Sonya, the only girl; Otto and Hans, as funny as a total of eight Swiss and myself. They were one of the toughest bunches of skiers I have ever met, but were extremely friendly, considerate and helpful to an inept foreigner. Our conversation, their "Swiss-German" against my "High-German" with some French and Italian thrown in, was an experience in itself.
-At the respectable hour of 9.30 a.m. we boarded the Teleferique on the Italian side of Mt. Blanc, from Courmayeur. This consists of a small glass and steel cabin holding about 20 standing people and is suspended ,from an electrically powered running cable. In two miles the Teldferique climbs 6,700 feet in about half an hour to the Col du Geant and the upper glaciers. The cabin silently swung clear of the tree tops, and was soon hundreds of feet above the ridges. The immense south face of Mt. Blanc, one of the greatest mountain walls of the Alps, lay just to the west of us, an 11,000 feet sweep of broken ice and black aiguilles. We passed through several cloud banks and arrived at the Col in mist.
+At the respectable hour of 9.30 a.m. we boarded the Téléférique on the Italian side of Mt. Blanc, from Courmayeur. This consists of a small glass and steel cabin holding about 20 standing people and is suspended from an electrically powered running cable. In two miles the Téléférique climbs 6,700 feet in about half an hour to the Col du Geant and the upper glaciers. The cabin silently swung clear of the tree tops, and was soon hundreds of feet above the ridges. The immense south face of Mt. Blanc, one of the greatest mountain walls of the Alps, lay just to the west of us, an 11,000 feet sweep of broken ice and black aiguilles. We passed through several cloud banks and arrived at the Col in mist.
 A body normally revolts at being jerked suddenly up to 11,000 feet and given hard work, but by this time we were in pretty fair training. Diet for the previous week: raw bacon, dried meat, dried bread and weak tea! With skis clipped on we broke the silvery snow of the Glacier du Geant and plunged into the mist, leaving the machinery behind us. It was just like a couple of days previously on the slopes of the Grand Combin.
-Heinrich, roped to Werner, swung ahead making the track in the mist, through broken ice, over snow bridged crevasses and brandishing map and compass until a hole in the mist revealed la Vierge aiguille.
-A glimpse of the Dent du Geant confirmed our position, so skinning up,
+Heinrich, roped to Werner, swung ahead making the track in the mist, through broken ice, over snow bridged crevasses and brandishing map and compass until a hole in the mist revealed la Vièrge aiguille. A glimpse of the Dent du Geant confirmed our position, so skinning up, we made a course for Col du Gros Rognon. The roped pair made the track, the rest of us following at five yard spacings, with the last carrying more rope. There were three or four ice axes and individual crampons.
-we made a course for Col du Gros Rognon. The roped pair made the track, the rest of us following at five yard spacings, with the last carrying more rope. There were three or four ice axes and individual crampons.
-Roughly speaking, there are about 20 square miles of upper glaciers on the main Mt. Blanc massif above the 10,000 feet level. We were now located about the centre of this, and about five miles N.E. of the summit. On Gros Rognon, with everything blotted out and in menacing cold, we sat on our skis and had another go at the dried meat, leaving the nap to Heinrich. Our immediate objective was the hut, Refuge du Col du Midi, which was located at 12,000 feet on the ridge of the Aiguille du Midi. But hours df wanderings in the mist only brought us to a scientist's cabin, located on the ridge to Mt. Blanc du Tacul. It was bitterly cold by now, with freshening wind, and night was approaching. The place was locked save for a narrow
+Roughly speaking, there are about 20 square miles of upper glaciers on the main Mt. Blanc massif above the 10,000 feet level. We were now located about the centre of this, and about five miles N.E. of the summit. On Gros Rognon, with everything blotted out and in menacing cold, we sat on our skis and had another go at the dried meat, leaving the map to Heinrich. Our immediate objective was the hut, Refuge du Col du Midi, which was located at 12,000 feet on the ridge of the Aiguille du Midi. But hours of wanderings in the mist only brought us to a scientist's cabin, located on the ridge to Mt. Blanc du Tacul. It was bitterly cold by now, with freshening wind, and night was approaching. The place was locked save for a narrow passage, and we huddled there while stout Heinrich searched for the Refuge. Eventually shouts came through the mist and we climbed down from the cabin, located in the face of a cliff, and skied down to what was the Col du Midi. On continuing onwards and up the opposite ridge the hut appeared through the murk.
-' 14;7rge
-.
+There was a great heap of iron girders, wire cables, drums, winches, all in a confused mass, hideous in the snow. It was the top station of a partly erected téléférique from Chamonix, but evidently had been hit by the blizzard. The hut nearby looked as if it had been used as a workshop and was barely habitable. There was no choice and we flew into action. Pierre slashed up planks with his ice axe and a fire was made in a small iron stove. War was declared against draughts and refuse. Soon the hut was filled with smoke and a glorious fug. Then out came the spaghetti, the nuts and, of course, the dried meat. Coming to the hut in the mist, I was a bit vague about the setting. Later, as I was about to kick the snow behind the hut, I saw a hole already there that appeared to be filled with glowworms. A horrible moment, and back to the side of the hut very quickly. It was the lights of Chamonix 8,500 feet below. The hut is constructed a few yards in from the brink of a 3,000 feet cliff and it would be quite easy, in bad light, to walk right off into space! Huts are often located in such awkward places to avoid avalanches, rock falls or insecure ice.
-passage, and we huddled there while stout Heinrich searched for the Refuge. Eventually shouts cane through the miSt and we climbed down from the cabin, located in the face of a cliff, and skied down to what was the Col du Midi. On continuing onwards and up the opposite ridge the hut appeared through the murk.
-There was a great heap of iron girders, wire cables, drums, winches, all in a confused mass, hideous in the snow. It was the top station of a partly erected t6lelf6ique from Chamonix, but evidently had been hit by the blizzard. The hut nearby looked as if it had
-been used as a workshop and was barely habitable. There was no choice and we flew into action. Pierre slashed up planks with his ice axe and a fire was made in a.small iron stove. War was declared against draughts and refuse. Soon the hut was filled with smoke and a glorious fug. Then out came the spaghetti, the nuts and, of course, the dried meat. Coming to the hut in the mist, I was a bit vague about the setting. Later, as I was about to kick the snow behind the hut, I saw a hole already there that appeared to be filled with glowworms. A horrible moment, and back to the side of the hut very quickly. It was the lights of Chamonix 8,500 feet below. The but is constructed a few yards in from the brink of a 3,000 feet cliff and it would be quite easy, in bad light, to walk right off into space! Huts are often located in such awkward places to avoid avalanches, rock falls or insecure ice.
 We shared the few bunks but there was no covering, so the fire had to be kept going. Some say they cannot sleep too well at this height, but to me the discomfort was the main factor, as I slept well enough for two nights at a similar height on Jungfraujoch under warm conditions.
-T'Aufstehen! Aufstehenl No matter how bad the sleep, nothing is more revolting than to be Dusted at 3 a.m., our rising time on the next morning. The great white dome of the summit stood clea r against the stars and the mists had sunk low. Biting frost gripped the great white world about us, a wonderful sea of ice and rock, broken and jumbled in wild frenzy. Wonderful confusion existed as everyone struggled with their boots, their gear, and their marmalade in the dark so as to be all quickly ready. Crampons were ready for the 1,800 feet ice slope up Mt. Blanc du Tacul. But the guide hesitated. Approaching 4 a.m, the whole summit ridge reddened with the first light of dawn.. We looked anxiously, wondering why he would not start. It was only two and a half miles away, and just 4,000 feet higher. Great shreds of mist and cloud were streaking up from the black depths to the south and a cutting wind of intense cold swept across the ice. Aiguilles Rouges and Val de Chamonix stood in clear sunlight but Mt. Blanc weather was definitely worsening. As this was one of the more difficult routes and in view of the much slower climbing rate at this altitude, the climb cannot be attempted unless the weather is good. A half-dozen great glaciers, cataracts of fantastic jumbled ice, plunged down 12,000 feet from the highest ridges to the valley of Chamonix. From our lofty perch we gazed across the mountain grandeur of the roof of the Alps. Most high mountains are mainly snow and 1c6, and one of the great advantages of skis in mountaineering is that the valley is so much closer. One has only to point the skis downhill. Escape from bad weather is so much more rapid and progress is possible
-.
+"Aufstehen! Aufstehen!" No matter how bad the sleep, nothing is more revolting than to be ousted at 3 a.m., our rising time on the next morning. The great white dome of the summit stood clear against the stars and the mists had sunk low. Biting frost gripped the great white world about us, a wonderful sea of ice and rock, broken and jumbled in wild frenzy. Wonderful confusion existed as everyone struggled with their boots, their gear, and their marmalade in the dark so as to be all quickly ready. Crampons were ready for the 1,800 feet ice slope up Mt. Blanc du Tacul. But the guide hesitated. Approaching 4 a.m. the whole summit ridge reddened with the first light of dawn. We looked anxiously, wondering why he would not start. It was only two and a half miles away, and just 4,000 feet higher. Great shreds of mist and cloud were streaking up from the black depths to the south and a cutting wind of intense cold swept across the ice. Aiguilles Rouges and Val de Chamonix stood in clear sunlight but Mt. Blanc weather was definitely worsening. As this was one of the more difficult routes and in view of the much slower climbing rate at this altitude, the climb cannot be attempted unless the weather is good. A half-dozen great glaciers, cataracts of fantastic jumbled ice, plunged down 12,000 feet from the highest ridges to the valley of Chamonix. From our lofty perch we gazed across the mountain grandeur of the roof of the Alps. Most high mountains are mainly snow and ice, and one of the great advantages of skis in mountaineering is that the valley is so much closer. One has only to point the skis downhill. Escape from bad weather is so much more rapid and progress is possible over ground too crevassed to walk on. But I certainly never bargained for anything like La Vallée Blanche and Mer de Glace. We had to get off Aiguille du Midi before the storm caught us.
-over ground too crevassed to walk on. But I certainly never bargained for anything like La Vall6e Blanche and Mer. de Glace. We had to get off Aiguille du Midi before the storm caught us.
-Heinrich and his horde were away in a flash. Heavy with disappoin:
+Heinrich and his horde were away in a flash. Heavy with disappointment I charged after them until a concealed wire caught the skis and gave me another taste of Mt. Blanc. A bit of fast ski-ing and then, in a trice, we were amongst scenery straight out of Grimm's Fairy Tales. Across our path loomed crevasses up to 50 feet and more wide, with walls of green ice plunging to cavernous black depths. Here and there was a narrow and tenuous looking snow bridge descending steeply to the lower lip. Heinrich poked optimistically, then side-slipped down. The rest followed, showering streams of snow into the void. I was 100 per cent last, but I was not abandoned. Soon we were in the greatest chaos of gigantic ice seracs, towering spires, leaning walls and quaking ground I have ever imagined. The scraping of the skis on protruding ice echoed strangely and the mists enclosed all in an eeriness of fantasy. The ski-ing was most unique and never was there a place where the turns had to be done so precisely in the right place - at this bridge junction, against that wall or on the crest of that lip of snow. There was no scope for individual flair and everyone had to do just the same track, the same turns, and the same wiggles. The worst spots were some great long horrible knee-breaking side-slips across the very steep upper walls with blackness straight below. Sydney sandhills ski-ing practice gave valuable training to keep with these lifetime toughened Swiss. My friends were often helpful almost to embarrassment on the difficult spots but, like shooting rapids, it was a case of you are in it, you have done it, and there is no time to think. Occasionally there was backing and filling by the roped track makers in front whilst we waited, always spaced about five yards apart. Falling was carefully avoided so as not to start vibration. A hole in the mist revealed the great black needle rock of the famed Grépon and across on the far side a fine sweep from Les Grandes Jorasses to the Aiguille Verte. Coming level with the nearby Requin hut, we ploughed down acres of avalanche debris and skidded and scraped through the complications of the lower icefall out on to the flat of the Sea of Ice.
-ment I charged after them:until a concealed wire caught the skis and
-gave me another taste of Mt. Blanc. A bit of fast ski-ing and then,in
+The bad weather raged above and low down all was calm. Great flutings and curtains of ice hung from the Grépon, buttressing the gigantic rock spires for thousands of feet with striated masses of gleaming white. They satisfied in every way one's imagination of what mountains should be, but seldom are. A couple of miles of langlauf down the Mer de Glace, more broken ice, Montenvers, a helter-skelter run down through the trees, then Chamonix at last - at the end of an exciting 8,500 feet ski-run of unforgettable memory.
-a trice, we were amongst scenery straight out of Grimmrs Fairy Tales. Across our p.ath;loomed crevass es up to 50 feet and more wide, with
-walls of green ice plunging to cavernous black depths. Here and there
+----
-was a narrow and tenuous looking snow bridge descending steeply to
-the lower lip. Heinrich poked optimistically, then side-slipped down. The rest followed, showering streams of snow into the void, I was
+====Tourist Department, or Mentioned In Despatches.====
-per cent last, but I was not abandoned. Soon we were in the
-greatest chaos of gigantic ice seracs, towering spires, leaning walls and quaking ground I have ever imagined. The scraping of the skis on protruding ice echoed strangely and the mists enclosed all in an eeriness of fantasy. The ski-ing was most unique and never was there
+Dormie (Allan Hardie), departed this Continent over the Easter Weekend for his eight-month's tour of Europe and Africa. Dennis Gittoes sailed for the Old Dart on May 2nd.
-a place where the turns.had to be done so precisely in the right pla-ce -
-at this bridge junction, against that wall or on the crest of that lip of snow. There was no scope for individual flair and everyone had to do
-just the same track, the same turns, and the same wiggles. The worst
-spots were some great long horrible knee-breaking side-slips across the very steep upper walls with blackness straight below. Sydney
-sandhills ski-ing practice gave valuable training to keep with these
-lifetime toughened Swiss. My friends were often helpful almost to embarrassmentan the difficult spots but, like shooting rapids, it was a case of you are in it, you have done it, and there is no time
-to think. Occasionnally there was backing and filling by the roped
-track makers in front whilst we waited, always spaced about five yards
-apart. Falling was carefully avoided so as not to start vibration.
-A hole in the mist revealed the great black needle rock of the famed Grepon and across on the far side a fliie sweep from Les Grandes Jorasses to the Aiguille Verte. Coming level with the nearby Requin hut, we ploughed down acres of avalanche debris and skidded and
-scraped through the complications of the lower icefall out on to the flat of the Sea of Ice.
-The bad weather raged above and low 'down all was calm. Great
-flutings and curtains of ice hung from the Gr4on, buttressing the gigantic rock spires for thousands of feet with striated masses of
-gleaming white. They satisfied in every way oners imagination of
-what mountains should be, but seldom are. A- couple of miles of langlauf
-down the MerH de Glace, more broken ice, Montenvers, a helter-skelter run down through the trees, then Chamonix at last - at the end of
-an exciting 8,500 feet ski-run of unforgettable memory.
-TOURIST DEPARTMENT,- or MENTIONED IN DESPATCHES.
-Dormie (Allan Hardie), -departed this Continent over the Easter Weekend for his eight-months tour of Europe and Africa. Dennis Gittoes sailed for the Old Dart on May 2nd.
 Happy sailing for both.
-.
-ETTREMA GORGE.
+----
+=====Ettrema Gorge.=====
 A new playground with a challenge.
-By Wal Roots. The Prologue:
-Recently a young chap named Bob, in discussing bushwalkins with Paddy said in tones just reeking with the condescension of the young and virile to the old and bold - "These days, Paddy, I
+By Wal Roots.
-suppose you only tackle the easy tripsu.
+====The Prologue:====
+Recently a young chap named Bob, in discussing bushwalking with Paddy said in tones just reeking with the condescension of the young and virile to the old and bold - "These days, Paddy, I suppose you only tackle the easy trips".
 "Yes", said Paddy, "I guess that's about right".
-There wasa twinkle in Paddy's eye for he had plans. These plans have since matured, and so I tell the story of Paddy's Easter
-Gamble of 1952. The Build-up.
+There was a twinkle in Paddy's eye for he had plans. These plans have since matured, and so I tell the story of Paddy's Easter Gamble of 1952.
+====The Build-up.====
 For the sake of posterity, let me record that the party consisted of Paddy Pallin, Fred King, Norm White, Ken Brown, Paul Howard and the Scribe.
-The idea of the trip was to traverse the country from Yalwal,
-westward to the.Shoalhaven just to see what lay in between. Paddy and Paul had made a trip down that way a year or two before but flood conditions had upset calculations aad prevented penetration to any depth.
+The idea of the trip was to traverse the country from Yalwal, westward to the Shoalhaven just to see what lay in between. Paddy and Paul had made a trip down that way a year or two before but flood conditions had upset calculations aad prevented penetration to any depth.
-On that trip, however, they had learned from the locals of the "impenetrableli gorge which lay to the westward.
+On that trip, however, they had learned from the locals of the "impenetrable" gorge which lay to the westward.
 "Ettrema it's called, it's terrific, you can't get into it - cliffs for miles, and if you get in you won't get out. Give it a miss or you will finish up breaking your ruddy necks."
 With this challenge ringing in their ears for two years, is it any wonder Paddy and Paul lead us back that way?
-There is no published military map of this area, in fact, no maps at all, but Paul has influence and managed to dig up something taken from aerial surveys, aid in addition was able to study the sterioscopic photos of the area.
-The photos fulrbacked up the locals' opiaion of Ettrema and served to whet appetites already as keen as a westerly on Clear Hill. From the photos Paul worked out a plan of attack; there was a point here which had distinct possibilities aid if that failed, this oreek was a cinch. So we have two new names for the maps of the future - Point Possibility aid Cinch Creek. And now to the story.
+There is no published military map of this area, in fact, no maps at all, but Paul has influence and managed to dig up something taken from aerial surveys, and in addition was able to study the sterioscopic photos of the area.
-The Story_7_,
-Thursday night found us camping in a drizzle at Saltwater Creek some seven miles out of Nowra. This was as far as we could go by
+The photos fully backed up the locals' opinion of Ettrema and served to whet appetites already as keen as a westerly on Clear Hill. From the photos Paul worked out a plan of attack; there was a point here which had distinct possibilities and if that failed, this creek was a cinch. So we have two new names for the maps of the future - Point Possibility and Cinch Creek. And now to the story.
-.
-transport^as the bridge had been wrecked in a flood a fortnight before.
+====The Story.====
-Fortunately, there lived an the other side of the busted bridge a blitz buggy and driver, and in the morning we climbed aboard (after
-helping to ferry the cream cans across the remnants of the bridge)
+Thursday night found us camping in a drizzle at Saltwater Creek some seven miles out of Nowra. This was as far as we could go by transport as the bridge had been wrecked in a flood a fortnight before.
-and were duly deposited in that picturesque old mining town of Yalwal.
-We told our driver what we had in mind and whilst he was most polite, he nevertheless left with us the impression that he thought anyone who wasn't a bushman Who went playing around in that country was nuts.
+Fortunately, there lived on the other side of the busted bridge a blitz buggy and driver, and in the morning we climbed aboard (after helping to ferry the cream cans across the remnants of the bridge) and were duly deposited in that picturesque old mining town of Yalwal.
-"You won't get through! The cliffs on Ettrema extend as far as you can see - I'll keep an eye open for you on your way back.''
-From Yalwal, we followed up the Creek past the old battery and
+We told our driver what we had in mind and whilst he was most polite, he nevertheless left with us the impression that he thought anyone who wasn't a bushman who went playing around in that country was nuts.
-cyanide tanks (Paul panned some dirt from the battery - no luck) and
-lunched prior to making the climb over the ridge and into Bundurdah Creek. It is a very pleasant climb of 1,500 feet or so to a classic gap, aid then an easy drop down to a lovely little creek and a beautiful campsite.
+"You won't get through! The cliffs on Ettrema extend as far as you can see - I'll keep an eye open for you on your way back."
-On Saturday, we were up betimes -. beat the old Sol by plenty - for this was the BIG day, the day an Which we were to conquer Ettrema (we hoped) and we weren't so sure of ourselves as to risk a late start.
-A glorious day this, clear and crisp and with woolly clouds floating lazily in an azure sky, blue distance with purple shadows
+From Yalwal, we followed up the Creek past the old battery and cyanide tanks (Paul panned some dirt from the battery - no luck) and lunched prior to making the climb over the ridge and into Bundumdah Creek. It is a very pleasant climb of 1,500 feet or so to a classic gap, and then an easy drop down to a lovely little creek and a beautiful campsite.
-in the gullies, and flecks of red where the prolific Burrawongs had cast their fruit.
-There was no hardship in the climb, although it was steep in
+On Saturday, we were up betimes - beat the old Sol by plenty - for this was the BIG day, the day on which we were to conquer Ettrema (we hoped) and we weren't so sure of ourselves as to risk a late start.
-places, and by nine o'clock we were on the plateau and headed towards Pt. Possibility. We followed height of land through scrub covered country (poor visibility) until reaching an eMinence (unnamed) which seems to be the central feature of this plateau. There we had an early lunch prior to making a bee line for Pt. Possibility.
-A change was coming over our glorious day. and we arrived at P.P. just ten minutes prior to a rain squall, which the roar of camera shutters made sound like a thunderstorm.
+A glorious day this, clear and crisp and with woolly clouds floating lazily in an azure sky, blue distance with purple shadows in the gullies, and flecks of red where the prolific Burrawongs had cast their fruit.
-Ettrema Gorge - this was it! The unknown - the unconquerable the great challenge: We stood in awe and looked in wonderment at a seemingly unbroken line of cliffs extending as far as the eye could see, with a secondary and sometimes a tertiary cliff line below.
+There was no hardship in the climb, although it was steep in places, and by nine o'clock we were on the plateau and headed towards Pt. Possibility. We followed height of land through scrub covered country (poor visibility) until reaching an eminence (unnamed) which seems to be the central feature of this plateau. There we had an early lunch prior to making a bee line for Pt. Possibility.
+A change was coming over our glorious day and we arrived at P.P. just ten minutes prior to a rain squall, which the roar of camera shutters made sound like a thunderstorm.
+Ettrema Gorge - this was it! The unknown - the unconquerable - the great challenge! We stood in awe and looked in wonderment at a seemingly unbroken line of cliffs extending as far as the eye could see, with a secondary and sometimes a tertiary cliff line below.
 The talus slopes were at angle of repose and after mentally jumping the cliff face (some 300 feet or more) the question arose as to whether it would be best to use triple hobs or butter.
-The scene was one of untamed grandeur and thrills raced up and down our spines as we gazed into the blue depth's: For this was new country - untrodden by all but one or two' - a challenging new playground for bushwalkers to explore.
-.
+The scene was one of untamed grandeur and thrills raced up and down our spines as we gazed into the blue depths. For this was new country - untrodden by all but one or two - a challenging new playground for bushwalkers to explore.
 Even more mysterious became our gorge as the rain storm draped its gossamer veil - we could better understand its legend of impenetrability, seeing it thus.
-Before long, we started looking for ways down and ways up tlother side. We could see two possible ways up , Paul picked one (Howard's Pass) and the Scribe was dead keen on another (you've guessed it - Roots' Route), but first we had to get down.
+Before long, we started looking for ways down and ways up t'other side. We could see two possible ways up. Paul picked one (Howard's Pass) and the Scribe was dead keen on another (you've guessed it - Roots' Route), but first we had to get down.
 Pt. Possibility we found was wrongly named, it should have been Impossibility. You'd need to be a hybrid octopus to get down there. So we turned our attention to Cinch Creek ard what did we find? A rift vying in sheer magnificence with Kanangra Gorge and just as inviting as a possible route to the valley floor.
 Believe me, Cinch Creek is terrific - the sort of place that mountain goats and rock wallabies class as mile-a-day country.
-The rim rocks were continuous and we could detect not one place where a possibility of descent existed. It looked as if ottr trip was over for we were two days out on a four day trip and most of us commenced adjusting our mental processes to this thought - but not Paul.
-Pau_L conducted a rock by rock search and finally located a split in a cliff, some 18 inches wide, through Which we were able to climb down to the talus slope. Packs had to be roped down as they could not be wangled through the cleft. Then it was a case of down, down and down. Down through the rain forest, sliding on the moss, crashing
+The rim rocks were continuous and we could detect not one place where a possibility of descent existed. It looked as if our trip was over for we were two days out on a four day trip and most of us commenced adjusting our mental processes to this thought - but not Paul.
-through the rotting timber and skidding on the greasy rocks. Down and
-down at. a hell of an angle, missing the stinging Gympies by the grace of God, frightening the devil out of the wallabies and lyre birds.
+Paul conducted a rock by rock search and finally located a split in a cliff, some 18 inches wide, through which we were able to climb down to the talus slope. Packs had to be roped down as they could not be wangled through the cleft. Then it was a case of down, down and down. Down through the rain forest, sliding on the moss, crashing through the rotting timber and skidding on the greasy rocks. Down and down at a hell of an angle, missing the stinging Gympies by the grace of God, frightening the devil out of the wallabies and lyre birds.
-The daylight was still with us When we reached the waters of Cinch Creek and it remained while we scrambled down a mile or so,
-until we came to the only level patch we had seen for hours. We camped, and how we slept:
+The daylight was still with us when we reached the waters of Cinch Creek and it remained while we scrambled down a mile or so, until we came to the only level patch we had seen for hours. We camped, and how we slept!
-An hour after our "crack of dawn" start found us on Ettrema
-Creek, looking up and wondering whether our climb out would be as spectacular as the descent.
+An hour after our "crack of dawn" start found us on Ettrema Creek, looking up and wondering whether our climb out would be as spectacular as the descent.
-Ettrema is delightful, a sort of young Kowmung but with a
-personality of its own. Here are tall casuarinas, and some fine old
+Ettrema is delightful, a sort of young Kowmung but with a personality of its own. Here are tall casuarinas, and some fine old cedars, mysterious deep rock pools (with whopping big perch, I'll bet) and some lovely camp sites.
-cedars, mysterious deep rock pools (with whopping big perch, I'll bet)
-and some lovely camp sites.
+What a thrill it would be to spend a week following this lovely stream down to its junction with the Shoalhven - I wonder who will be able to say "I was the first one through".
-What a thrill it wculd be to spend.a week following this lovely
-streaM down to its junction with the Shoalhven -- I wonder who will be able to say was the first one tl-raugh''.
+We could only enjoy it for less than an hour while we argued Howard's Pass or Roots' Route. Paul put up the best case so up we went, plugging away in the blasted rain and cursing because of the view we were missing.
-We could only enjoy it for less than an hour While we argued Howard's Pass or Roots' Route. Paul put up the best case so up we
-went, plugging away in the blasted rain and cursing because of the view we were missing.
-.
 Howard's Pass is really a cinch (though I still believe Roots' Route is better, mark you) and to get up through the rim rocks is no trouble at all.
 We paused at the top and looked back into the mist and rain filled gorge we had left. We had confounded the locals, we had crossed their uncrossable Ettrema and it had been a grand experience.
 The rest of the trip was uneventful - that is if you disregard hour after hour of scrub barging on a compass course in continuous teeming rain, the swimming of the racing Shoalhaven in a twelve foot flood and a hair raising ride in a utility into Goulburn.
 And that is the end of the story - all that remains is the challenge.
-The Challenge.
-We six hasbeens - old aid bold - or what have you, pass along to you youngsters this challenge from one we have come to respect and to love, from Ettrema herself.
+====The Challenge.====
-All you who glory in your ability to climb, to explore, to nap, and who love wild and untamed places, here is a new thrill worthy of the best of you. See what you can do about taming this and
+We six has-beens - old and bold - or what have you, pass along to you youngsters this challenge from one we have come to respect and to love, from Ettrema herself.
+All you who glory in your ability to climb, to explore, to map, and who love wild and untamed places, here is a new thrill worthy of the best of you. See what you can do about taming this one!
 But don't think I've painted the lily, that the old boys have forgotten what toughness is. Put an extra day's tucker in the rucksack and a hundred feet of rope.
-THE CASE FOR PROHIBITION.
-The party which spent Anzac Weekend in the Newnes-Glen Davis
+----
-country angrily deny that their walk became a pub crawl. They point to about forty miles of honest-to-goodness foot slogging, While admitting to a night spent in the Newnes hostelry sheltering from the unkind elements.
-It seems that the Newnes pub could offer refuge but no victuals, so the party cooked their awn an the kitchen range to the amusement of the lady of the house.
+=====The Case For Prohibition.=====
-En route to Wolgan Gap via the road a well-intentioned farmer
-met them and offered them the shelter of his barn, but it was discovered that the pigs had moved in first, so they went their ways to pitch their tents in the storm. This is, of course, ample proof that their behaviour at Newnes was beyond reproach for, as everyone knows : You can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses - and the pig got up and slowly walked away".
+The party which spent Anzac Weekend in the Newnes-Glen Davis country angrily deny that their walk became a pub crawl. They point to about forty miles of honest-to-goodness foot slogging, while admitting to a night spent in the Newnes hostelry sheltering from the unkind elements.
+It seems that the Newnes pub could offer refuge but no victuals, so the party cooked their own on the kitchen range to the amusement of the lady of the house.
+En route to Wolgan Gap via the road a well-intentioned farmer met them and offered them the shelter of his barn, but it was discovered that the pigs had moved in first, so they went their ways to pitch their tents in the storm. This is, of course, ample proof that their behaviour at Newnes was beyond reproach for, as everyone knows: "You can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses - and the pig got up and slowly walked away".
 In this case the walkers slowly walked away.
-THE FACTORY WAS WARN:ED.
+[Editorial note by Geoff Goodyer...
+The quote above is taken from a poem. In full, the poem goes:
+'Twas the pig fair last September,\\
+the day I well remember,\\
+I was walking up and down in drunken pride.\\
+When my knees began to flutter\\
+and I sank down in the gutter\\
+and a pig came up and lay down by my side.
+As I lay there in the gutter,\\
+thinking thoughts I could not utter,\\
+I thought I heard a passing lady say,\\
+"You can tell the man who boozes\\
+by the company that he chooses."\\
+And with that the pig got up and walked away.]
+----
+=====The Factory Was Warmed.=====
 Paddy entertained some 25 or 30 walkers at this factory in Harris Street on the evening of May 9th. Probably there would have been more had the weather been less forbidding or Harris Street better protected by awnings.
-Despite a blackout which prevented running some of the plant until after 6.30, all present seened quite fascinated with the gadgets which turn out packs,sleeping bags and all the assorted paraphernalia of bushwalking. During this stage of the evening the visitors interested themselves in operating the manually-actuated machinery - the various leather punches, the array of sewing machines, the cunning device which cuts out a hole in fabric and plugs in eyelets all in one stroke.
+Despite a blackout which prevented running some of the plant until after 6.30, all present seemed quite fascinated with the gadgets which turn out packs, sleeping bags and all the assorted paraphernalia of bushwalking. During this stage of the evening the visitors interested themselves in operating the manually-actuated machinery - the various leather punches, the array of sewing machines, the cunning device which cuts out a hole in fabric and plugs in eyelets all in one stroke.
 When the power authorities relented we were able to see the strap cuter ripping out a variety of strips of leather of assorted thicknesses, the emery wheel on which sections of tube for rucksack frames are cut, and the electric cutter which was driven through some thirty or forty thicknesses of duck (destined to become packs) already pegged out and scribed in chalk with mysterious patterns. For the life of me I couldn't make out where one or two of the crescentic cuts of material belonged in a rucksack, but I daresay the gent who marked-off the material knew.
-Finegrain
-Developing
+After refreshments served by May Pallin and several assistants, the visitors reluctantly dragged themselves away, Elsa McGregor consoling herself with the thought that, as Malcolm was away down the South Coast, he couldn't be present and so would not be hankering after facsimiles of the Pallin equipment.
-!Sparkling
-Prints
+----
-Perfect
-Enlargements
+=====B.O. Areas.=====
-PHOTOGRAPHY !
-You press the button, we'll do the rest I.
+Areas which were burnt out in the summer fires are swiftly resuming a pleasantly green appearance, so that it is unlikely we shall have to report further for the present. That is to say, until neglect, thoughtlessness and stupidity create next summer's hazard... However -
-LEICA
-PHOTO
+====Kanangra Tops:====
-SERVICE
-Macquarie Place
+No damage evident from the Walls, and most of the areas bordering the road out from Jenolan Caves undamaged (Anzac report).
-SYDNEY N.S.W.
-.
+====Warrumbungles:====
-Your
-Rollfilms
+Fires have raced up some of the ridges between Timor Rock and Pincham's Farm, but the area is rapidly recovering (Easter).
-or
-Leica films
+====Cowan - Gunyah Bay:====
-deserve the
-best SERVICE
+No evidence of fires along the ridge usually taken.
-$.
-After refreshments served by May Pallin and several assistants, the visitors reluctantly dragged themselves away, Elsa McGregor consoling herself with the thought that, as Malcolm was away down the South Coast, he couldn't be present ani so would not be hankering after facsimiles of the Pallin equipment.
+====Barren Ground:====
-....,.r.....1.=rmialdmnal main. www ww.1
-B.O. AREAS.
+Fires have been across the tops south from Barren Ground Trig, but only remaining evidence is charred underbrush. Reeds and grasses restored (mid - May).
-out in the appearance, for the pr stupidity
-Areas which were burnt resuming a pleasantly green shall have to report further neglect, thoughtlessness and However -summer fires are swiftly
+====Nepean Lookout:====
-so that it is unlikely we esent. That is to say, until create next summerts hazard ..
-KANANGRA TOPS: No damage evident from the Walls, and most of the
+No trace of fires for about 1 mile north-east from Euroka Clearing, but burnt out, and dirty walking toward the Lookout. Glenbrook Gorge appears to be unspoiled (early May).
-areas bordering the road at from Jenolan Caves undamaged (Anzac report)
-WARRUMBUNGLES: Fires have raced up some of the ridges between Timor Rock TE7-15-27Miam's Farm, but the area is rapidly recovering (Easter).
+----
-COWAN-GUNYAH  BAY: No evidence of fires along the ridge usually taken.
-BARREN GROUND: Fires have been across the tops south from Barren 7roundg, but only remaining evidence is charred underbrush. Reeds and grasses restored (mid - May).
- NEPEAN LOOKOUT: No trace of fires for about 1 mile north-east from 77roa-7177757g, but burnt out, and dirty walking toward the Lookout. Glenbrook Gorge appears to be unspoiled (early May).
-.mirmErm.....mwwalimmt.iwirrommia.M.Ammlmml
 MECHANISED DEPARTMENT. In contradistinction to the previously mentioned 77owg7717777me Groupthe Club has now a closely knit Mctorised Section. Its first official outing was to Kanangra Walls at Anzac Iveekend, and When the weather proved unkind it degenerated into an outright motor tour, complete with caves inspection at Jenolan, followed by a camp in clearing weather at the Lett River crossing. It is understood that the group has not yet chosen its name, but in acknowledgment of its parent organisation, it is believed S.B.W. (standing  for Sybarite Bush Walkers) is favoured. A small metal wheel worn below the flannel flower will indicate membership. Occasional walking trips will be carried out to avoid the hazard of atrophy in the lower limbs coupled with extreme deposition of flesh at the base of the spine.
 GIRLS! GIRLS: GIRLS! It appears that only advertising splurge for the Tiv. can hone nT7 advertise taus nowadays - follows the lament of one lonely male: hLadies: Ladies! On the day walks of Sunday 20th April the attendance was all male except one young lady (a Irospective member). On Sunday 4th and 11th May another young lady (a visitor) graced the party of men who attended on each occasio n.