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+====Mechanised Department.====
+In contradistinction to the previously mentioned "Lower Income Group" the Club has now a closely knit Motorised Section. Its first official outing was to Kanangra Walls at Anzac Weekend, 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.
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+====Girls! Girls! Girls!====
+It appears that only advertising splurge for the Tiv. can honestly advertise thus nowadays - follows the lament of one lonely male: "Ladies! Ladies! On the day walks of Sunday 20th April the attendance was all male except one young lady (a prospective member). On Sunday 4th and 11th May another young lady (a visitor) graced the party of men who attended on each occasion.
+Really girls, apart from the desirability of your attendance to assist and advise prospectives and visitors, and conceding that you can't be in two places at once, when may we expect to see more than one of the "gentle" sex on a day walk?
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-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.
-Really girls, apart from the desirability of your attendance to assist and advise prospectives and visitors, and conceding that you canIt be in two places at once, w1-.en may we expect to see more than one of the "gentle sex on a day walk?
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 Another report on the doings of the motorised detachment at Anzac Weekend :-
 The Lett River was running fairly high after the Anzac Day rain. In crossing some sloping stones, Edna Stretton dropped her scarf in the rapids and it started to float away in the rush of water. Forward the male! In an instant one of the male members of the party had shed his shoes and socks and plunged into the swirling water - just too late. The current had whisked the scarf out of reach.
-Nothing daunted, he shouted a suitable warning, and off came his
-trousers. The ladies of the party, with late Victorian decorum, sat with eyes averted, but the strain of not knowing how the scarf was getting on proved too much. Each had several surreptitiouL, peeps. How luckTit was that the man of the hour, F..., wore underpants and a long-tailed shirt!
+Nothing daunted, he shouted a suitable warning, and off came his trousers. The ladies of the party, with late Victorian decorum, sat with eyes averted, but the strain of not knowing how the scarf was getting on proved too much. Each had several surreptitious peeps. How lucky it was that the man of the hour, F..., wore underpants and a long-tailed shirt!
 P.S. - the scarf was recovered."
-BY ANY OTHER NAME ..
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-Among the interesting things we learned from Thistle Steadfs illustrated lecture on Australian flora and trees (May 16th) was why
-a bloom like, say, Chloanthes Stoechadis, has no common name. It
+====By Any Other Name...====
-seems we have such a superabundance of species of wild flowers that there arenrt enough popular names to go around.
-Apart from the more-or-less technical slides illustrating the form of some of the flowers she discussed, Mrs. Stead had been
+Among the interesting things we learned from Thistle Stead's illustrated lecture on Australian flora and trees (May 16th) was why a bloom like, say, Chloanthes Stoechadis, has no common name. It seems we have such a superabundance of species of wild flowers that there aren't enough popular names to go around.
-fortunate rough to obtain some exquisite colour slides from a
-Mr. Reeves in Melbourne, and it is certain we have not before seen such a varied display in the wild flower field.
+Apart from the more-or-less technical slides illustrating the form of some of the flowers she discussed, Mrs. Stead had been fortunate enough to obtain some exquisite colour slides from a Mr. Reeves in Melbourne, and it is certain we have not before seen such a varied display in the wild flower field.
-Emphasising that climate and soils produced not only the wide
-variety of vegetation found in this continent, but rung changes on
+Emphasising that climate and soils produced not only the wide variety of vegetation found in this continent, but rung changes on the same species spread over different regions, Mr. Stead explained that there was something practical we could do towards conservation of native flora. While it would be difficult to persuade the authorities that a total ban on sale of wildflowers was necessary, evidence that a particular species was in danger of extinction may produce a measure to protect that plant. For example, the Native Rose (Boronia Serrulata, according to Mrs. Stead's own book) was under review. It would be important, of course, to have quite definite information that the plant we sought to protect was really becoming rare.
-the same species spread over different regions, Mr. Stead explained that there was something practical we could do towards conservation of native flora. While it would be difficult to persuade the authorities that a total ban on sale of wildflowers was necessary, evidence that a particular species was in danger of extinction may produce a measure to protect that plant. For example, the Native Rose (Boronia Serrulata, according to Mrs. Stead/s own book) was under review. It would be important, of course, to have quite definite information that the plant we sought to protect was really becoming rare.
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+=====Trundling Down The Cox.=====
 Brian G. Harvey.
 To avoid unfavourable comment, I thought it better to carry out the whole trip in dead secrecy from the earliest preparations until this article went to press.
 During my home-building operations I had acquired one of those pneumatic-tyred metal wheel barrows and had noted the case with which 250 pounds of bricks could be wheeled about the job - up narrow sloping planks or bounced over low obstacles.
-Later, this gave me an idea. Had not fully grown men been pushed in wheel barrows from Sydney to Melbourne and vice versa, for wagers? Had not the intrepid Myles Dunphy pushed a perambulator, loaded with gear, food and a then young family eighteen miles from the Oberon Road to Kanangra Walls before the advent of the present road? Why should I not trundle a barrow-load of camping gear and succulent food along the grassy banks of the Cox River, downhill to Burragorang? Of course, it would have been another case of putting the cart before the horscl
-The Chinese arc credited with the first barrow, I believe, but their models have the wheel more centred so that most of the weight is taken up by the wheel. For some reason ours have the wheel well forward - probably for greater ease in steering - but with the
+Later, this gave me an idea. Had not fully grown men been pushed in wheel barrows from Sydney to Melbourne and vice versa, for wagers? Had not the intrepid Myles Dunphy pushed a perambulator, loaded with gear, food and a then young family eighteen miles from the Oberon Road to Kanangra Walls before the advent of the present road? Why should I not trundle a barrow-load of camping gear and succulent food along the grassy banks of the Cox River, downhill to Burragorang? Of course, it would have been another case of putting the cart before the horse!
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-great disadvantage of sharing the load fifty-fifty with the pusher".
+The Chinese are credited with the first barrow, I believe, but their models have the wheel more centred so that most of the weight is taken up by the wheel. For some reason ours have the wheel well forward - probably for greater ease in steering - but with the great disadvantage of sharing the load fifty-fifty with the "pusher".
-S o I had the wheel assembly cut off and rewelded Lbout a foot further back, thereby greatly easing the downward pull on the handles. Paddy was taken into confidence, and in the dead of night produced a harness incorporating the ruczsack frame, two loops being slipped under the handles and buckled securely to "D"s welded on to the handles for that purpose. With the waist-strap done up, the "horse" was complete and could push or "whoa" at will. The handles were made comfortable with sponge-rubber grips borrowed from the handle-bars of my push-bike. I was sorely tempted also to borrow the rear-reflector. A coat of dark green paint smartened the outfit.
-I had a week's holiday owing from earlier years, ana I chose early May for the experiment. The barrow was quietly wheeled to Hornsby station, with forwarding arrangements to Megalong by service car. At the same time a box of the heavier gear, food ana a length of light rope was railed, all nicely time in advance of the mechanical propulsion section, to wit, shanks' pony, clad of course in hob nail boots instead of the traditional horseshoes.
+So I had the wheel assembly cut off and rewelded about a foot further back, thereby greatly easing the downward pull on the handles. Paddy was taken into confidence, and in the dead of night produced a harness incorporating the rucksack frame, two loops being slipped under the handles and buckled securely to "D"s welded on to the handles for that purpose. With the waist-strap done up, the "horse" was complete and could push or "whoa" at will. The handles were made comfortable with sponge-rubber grips borrowed from the handle-bars of my push-bike. I was sorely tempted also to borrow the rear-reflector. A coat of dark green paint smartened the outfit.
-We duly took delivery at Megalong and wore accorded dubious looks. Nothing loth, the barrow was wheeled out of sight and loaded with the rucksacks and the box after lunch. By packing the concentrated weight well forward, there was little downward pull on the handles.
-With the total load of about 105 pounds, we started off down the open six-foot track and had no trouble making Gibraltar Creek before dark. Next day, before going very long "rocks ahead" was signalled and here the rope was used from the front to encourage the wheel up
+I had a week's holiday owing from earlier years, and I chose early May for the experiment. The barrow was quietly wheeled to Hornsby station, with forwarding arrangements to Megalong by service car. At the same time a box of the heavier gear, food and a length of light rope was railed, all nicely timed in advance of the mechanical propulsion section, to wit, shanks' pony, clad of course in hob nail boots instead of the traditional horseshoes.
-the sloping rocks or low step-ups. When the going was too difficult the load was"portaged" as they say in the best canoe clubs, and picked up on the other side of the obstacles. In the more convenient spots, whore the river was shallow and sandy close to the bank I merely wheeled in and splashed in boots and all after it. Having high metal sides the load was perfectly protected, and having passed the blockade, came ashore like the amphibious duck of war-time vintage. Just above Harryls River it was necessary for us to make our first crossing to the right bank and here came the great flotation test of the open water. The load was placed 'amidships and covered with a groundsheet, secured round the rim of the tray, and a light rope affixed forYard. Jean went in ahead and slightly upstream and the horse and cart entered the somewhat fast running Cox, still a bit "up" from the fresh of Anzac Weekend. Hero tho river is wide and fairly shallow, the bottom being smooth-polished water-worn granite. There arc several casuarinas growing in the stream, forming tiny islands. Jean made for one of these and secured the rope to a tree, which was just as well as the full force of the water was more than I had bargained for and before I had gone any distance I was slithering about on the smooth bottom, wet from head to toe, but the barrow was riding gaily like the "Queen Mary" in mid-atlantic. I could see it was futile endeavouring to maim a direct crossing, so just worked round gradually through the arc of the tethered rope until I was directly downstream of the tree. Here the water was slacker and more shallow. I fished out a length of cord under the groundsheet, end tied the loose ond to the front of the flchassis" and throw the ball to Jean. She exchanged the cord far the rope, and crossed with the latter to the next "island", and again I swung across the current. After releasing the cord from the first tree, we again repeated the operation and then, with a straight pull, landed high and no-so-dry on the far bank, and so onwards downstream.
-Harrys River was running strongly, and was negotiated in a single swing. From this spot the bank was abominably rocky, with trees close together, jamming progress. All the gear and food was carried down to where the cattlepad recomrtnced, necessitating two trips. The barrow wasP then lugged, pulled, carried on its side and cursed generally for about 400 yards until the open-going again was reached.
+We duly took delivery at Megalong and were accorded dubious looks. Nothing loth, the barrow was wheeled out of sight and loaded with the rucksacks and the box after lunch. By packing the concentrated weight well forward, there was little downward pull on the handles.
-Not wishing to start the next day with another water-jump, we decided to cross back just at Breakfast Creek, where the Cox is sandy bottomed. We tied tho rope and cord together, secured it on the other side, and swung across, and wheeled the ship up the gravel at the mouth of the creek. Deciding it was a day, we camped and dried out our wet clothes.
-From here the banks were a treat, the rock patches becoming further apart, although on the bends Where the stoop slopes came
+With the total load of about 105 pounds, we started off down the open six-foot track and had no trouble making Gibraltar Creek before dark. Next day, before going very long "rocks ahead" was signalled and here the rope was used from the front to encourage the wheel up the sloping rocks or low step-ups. When the going was too difficult the load was "portaged" as they say in the best canoe clubs, and picked up on the other side of the obstacles. In the more convenient spots, where the river was shallow and sandy close to the bank I merely wheeled in and splashed in boots and all after it. Having high metal sides the load was perfectly protected, and having passed the blockade, came ashore like the amphibious duck of war-time vintage. Just above Harry's River it was necessary for us to make our first crossing to the right bank and here came the great flotation test of the open water. The load was placed "amidships" and covered with a groundsheet, secured round the rim of the tray, and a light rope affixed for'ard. Jean went in ahead and slightly upstream and the horse and cart entered the somewhat fast running Cox, still a bit "up" from the fresh of Anzac Weekend. Here the river is wide and fairly shallow, the bottom being smooth-polished water-worn granite. There are several casuarinas growing in the stream, forming tiny islands. Jean made for one of these and secured the rope to a tree, which was just as well as the full force of the water was more than I had bargained for and before I had gone any distance I was slithering about on the smooth bottom, wet from head to toe, but the barrow was riding gaily like the "Queen Mary" in mid-atlantic. I could see it was futile endeavouring to make a direct crossing, so just worked round gradually through the arc of the tethered rope until I was directly downstream of the tree. Here the water was slacker and more shallow. I fished out a length of cord under the groundsheet, and tied the loose end to the front of the "chassis" and threw the ball to Jean. She exchanged the cord for the rope, and crossed with the latter to the next "island", and again I swung across the current. After releasing the cord from the first tree, we again repeated the operation and then, with a straight pull, landed high and not-so-dry on the far bank, and so onwards downstream.
-right down to the river edge it was ncessary to cross. The mechanical marvel was riding well on the cattlepads, being as easy on the shoulders as a good ono-day pack. The constant gripping on the handles to maintain balance and guidance was a little tiring however. It left Jean free of any burden whatever which gave mo the idea that a party of,say, three husky young gents could take their turn in the shafts in shifts and thus have a very enjoyable trip in similar country. I could also visualise a certain bushwalking club which conducts an annual marathon walk putting an a wheel barrow race next year:
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+Harrys River was running strongly, and was negotiated in a single swing. From this spot the bank was abominably rocky, with trees close together, jamming progress. All the gear and food was carried down to where the cattlepad recommenced, necessitating two trips. The barrow was then lugged, pulled, carried on its side and cursed generally for about 400 yards until the open-going again was reached.
-Before Konangaroo Clearing was reached, the river was crossed seven times. The crossings were selected with great cunning, generally above the rapids where the bottom was most shallow, and then by Jean taking the line across first the single swingh was all that was necessary.
+Not wishing to start the next day with another water-jump, we decided to cross back just at Breakfast Creek, where the Cox is sandy bottomed. We tied the rope and cord together, secured it on the other side, and swung across, and wheeled the ship up the gravel at the mouth of the creek. Deciding it was a day, we camped and dried out our wet clothes.
+From here the banks were a treat, the rock patches becoming further apart, although on the bends where the steep slopes came right down to the river edge it was ncessary to cross. The mechanical marvel was riding well on the cattlepads, being as easy on the shoulders as a good one-day pack. The constant gripping on the handles to maintain balance and guidance was a little tiring however. It left Jean free of any burden whatever which gave me the idea that a party of, say, three husky young gents could take their turn in the shafts in shifts and thus have a very enjoyable trip in similar country. I could also visualise a certain bushwalking club which conducts an annual marathon walk putting an a wheel barrow race next year!
+Before Konangaroo Clearing was reached, the river was crossed seven times. The crossings were selected with great cunning, generally above the rapids where the bottom was most shallow, and then by Jean taking the line across first the single "swing" was all that was necessary.
 There were a couple of lads camped an Konangaroo when we arrived, but we had the forethought not to display our club badge and so saved the Club the day. As it was twelve years since I last was there we decided to spend two nights enjoying the area. With washing to do, we just wheeled the barrow down the bank of the Kanangra, filled up with Rinso suds, washed, rinsed out, all very convenient. We thought of using the barrow as a water cart to save filling the water bags, but the taste of the fresh paint didn't appeal.
-Next day saw us at the Kowmung Junction for lunch, and we negotiated the river without shipping drop. Black Dog Rock now loomed ahead, an insurmountable rocky barrier, falling sheer into the water. Here we all three got properly afloat in the chilly waters, nudging the barrow along parallel to the bank and out again as scan as possible to recover our breath. We made a cup of tea to warm ourselves and proceeded to a camp at the foot of the Policeman Range where the bank presented a broad couch-grass flat, with a lovely bank of driftwood right on hand for the fire. We found some nice juicy
-worms under a rotten log, and tried out our nylon line without success.
+Next day saw us at the Kowmung Junction for lunch, and we negotiated the river without shipping a drop. Black Dog Rock now loomed ahead, an insurmountable rocky barrier, falling sheer into the water. Here we all three got properly afloat in the chilly waters, nudging the barrow along parallel to the bank and out again as soon as possible to recover our breath. We made a cup of tea to warm ourselves and proceeded to a camp at the foot of the Policeman Range where the bank presented a broad couch-grass flat, with a lovely bank of driftwood right on hand for the fire. We found some nice juicy worms under a rotten log, and tried out our nylon line without success. However we were quite content with a three-course meal without a fish entree. Gee, what appetising meals one can have out of tins - goodbye forever to the dehydrated tucker!
-However we were quite content with a three-course meal without a fish entree. Gee, what appetising meals one can have out of tins - goodbye forever to the dehydrated tucker:
-With no greater obstacles than wire fences we picked up the A_d road at Moody's next day, and at dusk reached McMahon's, having
+With no greater obstacles than wire fences we picked up the old road at Moody's next day, and at dusk reached McMahon's, having remained on the right bank since Konangaroo.
-remained on the right bank since Konangaroo.
-Heavy rain had set in, and we were glad to accept the offer of civilised accommodation for the night, with prospects of fresh bread,
+Heavy rain had set in, and we were glad to accept the offer of civilised accommodation for the night, with prospects of fresh bread, cream and milk, not to mention the luxury of a bed. We found there was a service car leaving for Camden next morning at 8 a.m. from King's, about four or five miles down the road, and arranged for the barrow to be taken back to Camden on top of a bus next day, with subsequent railing back to Hornsby. As it was necessary to make la early start we would cook our own breakfast, and to obviate oversleeping borrowed an alarm clock. As its shrill notes rang out in the pre-dawn dark next morning we awoke with a start, just as you dear reader will awake when you realise nothing of the foregoing ever happened.
-cream and milk, not to mention the luxury of a bed. We found there was a service car leaving for Camden next morning at 8 a.m. from
-King's, about four or five miles down the road, and arranged for the barrow to be taken back to Camden on top of a bus next day, with subsequent railing back to Hornsby. As it was necessary to make la
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-early start we would cook our own breakfast, and to obviate oversleeping borrowed an alarm clock. As its shrill notes rang out in the pre-dawn dark next morning we awoke with a start, just as you dear reader will awake when you realise nothing of the foregoing ever
-happened.
+====The Quarter Century Party (The event of the Century).====
-THE ApARTER CENTURY PARTY. (The event of the Century
-THE PLACE   THE "DUNGOWAN"
+  - The place - the "Dungowan".
-THE TIME ---- FRIDAY, OCTOBER 17th, 1952. THE PARTY ---- ALL MEMBERS, PAST & PRESENT,
+  - The time - Friday, October 17th, 1952.
-FRIENDS, RELATIVES, & WHAT-HAVE-YOU. THE PRICE 77"' 17s. 6d. per head.
+  - The party - all members, past adn present, friends, relatives, and what-have-you.
-KEEP IN TOUCH WITH THE SOCIAL SECRETARY & HFR MINIONS.
+  - The price - 17s. 6d. per head.
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+Keep in touch with the Social Secretary and her minions.
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 THE UNOFFICIAL OFFICIAL EASTER TRIP.
 By "Eenaweenn" and John Boohluck.