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-GREEN GROW TEE WATTLES, 0!
+=====Green Grow The Wattles, O!=====
-By Jim Brawn.
-I'll sing you one ha!
+By Jim Brown.
-Green grow the wattles, 01
-What is your one ho?
+I'll sing you one ho!\\
+Green grow the wattles, O!\\
+What is your one ho?\\
 One is the Creek in Burragorang that I wanted long to follow.
 Over the past three years, practically every winter programme has contained a threat to the isolation of Green Wattle Creek. Time and again it has appeared, under the aegis of various leaders: "Yerranderie - Bull Island Gap - Green Wattle Creek - Cox's River - Bimlow". Time and again it has not been done. One party actually set out, but the flooded state of the Wollondilly halted them before they started walking. On other occasions bad weather, or counter attractions or lack of starters blocked it. So far as our Club was concerned, Green Wattle hadn't been "done" in something like 8 or 10 years. It was reaching the stage where one wanted to scream "Don't just sit there! Do something!" I decided to give it a fly.
-I'll sing you two ho!
-Green grow the Wattles, 01
+I'll sing you two ho!\\
-What is your two hol
+Green grow the Wattles, O!\\
+What is your two ho!\\
 Two, two, the men I sought to make the dash from Bimlow.
-Three is the minimum safety number on a walk of that kind. I wanted two men, reasonably robust, but not so rugged as to make me wilt, who were not committed to the official walk of that week-end (May 31st to June 2nd). I found them in Frank Rigby and Neil Schafer. They were duly cautioned that it may not be easy; that frankly I thought two days was not enough time; that we may be overdue. They were willing. Frank was in the ranks of thedisemployed" and elected to ride his motor cycle to Central Burragorang and join us there. Because there is no regular 'bus service to Yerranderie an Friday night, we reversed the trip, going in from Bimlow.
-I'll sing you three hol Green grow the Wattles 0/ What is yotar'three ho? Three, Three, United ..
+Three is the minimum safety number on a walk of that kind. I wanted two men, reasonably robust, but not so rugged as to make me wilt, who were not committed to the official walk of that week-end (May 31st to June 2nd). I found them in Frank Rigby and Neil Schafer. They were duly cautioned that it may not be easy; that frankly I thought two days was not enough time; that we may be overdue. They were willing. Frank was in the ranks of the "disemployed" and elected to ride his motor cycle to Central Burragorang and join us there. Because there is no regular 'bus service to Yerranderie on Friday night, we reversed the trip, going in from Bimlow.
-I was a worried little boy on the 5.20 ex town that Friday for
-I hadn't spotted Neil. Somehow I missed him at Campbelltown, too, and it wasn't until we mutually appeared on adjoining carriage platforms as the train crept into Camden that I felt happy, The driver of the Bimlow bus told 112 that the Sunday afternoon trip from Yerranderie had been wiped about a fortnight before - so it looked like a special hiring or some hitch-hiking. Well, forward!
+I'll sing you three ho!\\
-Frank was waiting for us at the store near Spring Corner, having parked his "two-stroke" there. It had been a grim ride over the corrugated road, with his lights dimming inconveniently an the pass. What the papers that week-end described as htornadic squalls" lashed at the 'bus as we jaunted down the valley. A big black cloud swelled over the western walls as we de-bussed at Bimlow.
+Green grow the Wattles O!\\
-.
+What is your three ho?\\
-I'll sing you four ho! .. etc. Four for the miles on Friday.
+Three, Three, United...
-Ifve scurried off along the road, while the moon dropped behind the valley wall and the wind grew wilder and the night darker. We were within a mile of Cox Junction when the rain came, gently as first,
-  so that we had time to pull an our groundsheets, then rattling on the stiff-cold material, driven lie shot by the veering gale. It was still raining smartly when we came to the last turn before the junctior and found a tumble-down shanty with gloriously dry brown earth underneath. We crawled in and made it our bivouac for the night. The rain stopped, but the wind continued to brawl around and through the interstices of the slab hut. It was cold, the ground hard and sprinkled with pebbles, but we slept.
+I was a worried little boy on the 5.20 ex town that Friday for I hadn't spotted Neil. Somehow I missed him at Campbelltown, too, and it wasn't until we mutually appeared on adjoining carriage platforms as the train crept into Camden that I felt happy. The driver of the Bimlow bus told us that the Sunday afternoon trip from Yerranderie had been wiped about a fortnight before - so it looked like a special hiring or some hitch-hiking. Well, forward!
-I'll sing you five ho l .. etc. .. Five for the hours before we lunched.
-We moved briskly an Saturday morning, considering it was almost seven when we tossed our gear into our packs and hurried down to the Junction. The sky was a painted blending of blue clad stormy cloud, but the wind had eased as we breakfasted in haste and made off shortly after 8. Half an hour up the Cox and we were in the valley of Green Wattle Creek, aptly named for its closely grown slender, tall wattles.
+Frank was waiting for us at the store near Spring Corner, having parked his "two-stroke" there. It had been a grim ride over the corrugated road, with his lights dimming inconveniently on the pass. What the papers that week-end described as htornadic squalls" lashed at the 'bus as we jaunted down the valley. A big black cloud swelled over the western walls as we de-bussed at Bimlow.
-The road shown on the Jenolan map was there, but in ruinous shape, as were the several buildings marked an the map. It was a wide valley and we made fair time along the lower stretches, emerging after a time from the green canopy of wattle into a more open kind of forest, and passing through patches which must have been loasture, now overgrown with weed and bracken. We were in the big clearing at the junction of Fritz Creek for a halt at 10.30. It is rather a lovely spot, hemmed about by fine tawny cliffs, but its beauty was somewhat marred for us
-  by the cloud driven up before a savage westerly gale, which was roaring like surf in the cliff top trees 1,500 feet above.
+I'll sing you four ho!... etc...\\
+Four for the miles on Friday.
+We scurried off along the road, while the moon dropped behind the valley wall and the wind grew wilder and the night darker. We were within a mile of Cox Junction when the rain came, gently as first, so that we had time to pull on our groundsheets, then rattling on the stiff-cold material, driven like shot by the veering gale. It was still raining smartly when we came to the last turn before the junction and found a tumble-down shanty with gloriously dry brown earth underneath. We crawled in and made it our bivouac for the night. The rain stopped, but the wind continued to brawl around and through the interstices of the slab hut. It was cold, the ground hard and sprinkled with pebbles, but we slept.
+I'll sing you five ho!... etc...\\
+Five for the hours before we lunched.
+We moved briskly on Saturday morning, considering it was almost seven when we tossed our gear into our packs and hurried down to the Junction. The sky was a painted blending of blue clad stormy cloud, but the wind had eased as we breakfasted in haste and made off shortly after 8. Half an hour up the Cox and we were in the valley of Green Wattle Creek, aptly named for its closely grown slender, tall wattles.
+The road shown on the Jenolan map was there, but in ruinous shape, as were the several buildings marked on the map. It was a wide valley and we made fair time along the lower stretches, emerging after a time from the green canopy of wattle into a more open kind of forest, and passing through patches which must have been pasture, now overgrown with weed and bracken. We were in the big clearing at the junction of Fritz Creek for a halt at 10.30. It is rather a lovely spot, hemmed about by fine tawny cliffs, but its beauty was somewhat marred for us by the cloud driven up before a savage westerly gale, which was roaring like surf in the cliff top trees 1,500 feet above.
 During the next hour and a half we donned and doffed our capes half a dozen times as the wind cleared and clouded the sky with unbelievable rapidity. Our way was still along a long-disused road, which was quite clear in places, and almost obscured in others. We mislaid it a few times, but the going through reedy grasses was never difficult. At noon we made our lunch halt. We were about 10 miles up the creek, and the valley was still wide and open, flanked by far cliffs.
-I'll sing you six ho! etc.  9  Six for our six tired ankles.
-The scene began to change rapidly When we pushed on at 1 p.m. First the grassy flats disappeared, so that we rock-hopped along the creek for a while. The scrub on the banks was thicker. After an hour came the cascades, where the creek descended through a layer of slanting rock (possibly quartzite). We passed, scrambling, by three small waterfalls, and once were driven up the hillside by a little gorge. It began to rain in earnest and the cliffs, still distant from
+I'll sing you six ho!... etc...\\
-f
+Six for our six tired ankles.
-.
-the creek, became grey-misted capes jutting into the valley. We returned to the stream, now flowing through a rift within the wider gorge.
+The scene began to change rapidly when we pushed on at 1 p.m. First the grassy flats disappeared, so that we rock-hopped along the creek for a while. The scrub on the banks was thicker. After an hour came the cascades, where the creek descended through a layer of slanting rock (possibly quartzite). We passed, scrambling, by three small waterfalls, and once were driven up the hillside by a little gorge. It began to rain in earnest and the cliffs, still distant from the creek, became grey-misted capes jutting into the valley. We returned to the stream, now flowing through a rift within the wider gorge.
-We were above the rough by 3.30, but it was bush-pushing now, scrubby stuff, a mixture of ti-tree, small wattle and sapling gum between bigger timber. The creek made many U bends, Which we followed around the arc because we didnit know we were on a curve. We had probably made about 15 miles up the creek, but the going was slow, and we were noticeably tiring. In a spell between showers, with a clear sky, we halted in a good spot at 4.30. There was a branching of the creek and, if the Blue Mountains-Burragorang map could be believed, it was at such a branch that one turned left into Bull Island Gap.
+We were above the rough by 3.30, but it was bush-pushing now, scrubby stuff, a mixture of ti-tree, small wattle and sapling gum between bigger timber. The creek made many U bends, which we followed around the arc because we didn't know we were on a curve. We had probably made about 15 miles up the creek, but the going was slow, and we were noticeably tiring. In a spell between showers, with a clear sky, we halted in a good spot at 4.30. There was a branching of the creek and, if the Blue Mountains-Burragorang map could be believed, it was at such a branch that one turned left into Bull Island Gap.
 Barely had cooking operations ended when the rain returned, and we lay quietly in the tent, listening to its drumming on the taut japara for a couple of hours. Some time after 8 it dwindled to a drizzle, we lowered our abdulling and turned in. The wind piped up and once during the night blew down the tent. We put it up again and slept.
-Ill sing you seven ho! .. etc. ..
+I'll sing you seven ho!... etc...\\
 Seven for the un-mapped creeks we crossed.
-It may have been six (or eight, or nine) but we crossed quite a swag of creeks next morning. It happened this way. We decided to go up the divide between the main and branch streams, directly behind our camp, until we could see the shape of the lard. We pushed through dry labyrinth-like scrub, up, down, up, down, up, over a succession of ridges and through a tracery of unmapped creeks, with the goal of the Gap more or less in sight ahead from each crest. Then we could see we were veering too far toward the cliffs, so we plunged down to the main creek again. We were definitely on the east branch of the headwaters now, and it was creeping around a rocky pinnacle (not mapped) towards the Gap.
+It may have been six (or eight, or nine) but we crossed quite a swag of creeks next morning. It happened this way. We decided to go up the divide between the main and branch streams, directly behind our camp, until we could see the shape of the land. We pushed through dry labyrinth-like scrub, up, down, up, down, up, over a succession of ridges and through a tracery of unmapped creeks, with the goal of the Gap more or less in sight ahead from each crest. Then we could see we were veering too far toward the cliffs, so we plunged down to the main creek again. We were definitely on the east branch of the headwaters now, and it was creeping around a rocky pinnacle (not mapped) towards the Gap.
 The going on the creek was not too bad - provided one used the creek as track. Going on the bank was too slow - too bushy. It was never deeper than six or eight inches, so we paddled. Ye Gods! It was cold. At 10.30 we could see where the walls broke down, and there was a blue line of sky not far above, and at 11 a.m. we sat in the saddle, looking out to the Peaks and Yerranderie.
-sing you eight ho! .. etc. .. Eight for the tateful cliff face ..
-Our idea, by general consent, was to find a ridge which ran right down to the Tonalli. Good. We flanked around to the west and picked a ridge which promptly did a Deter on us. We took the next ridge west, and it was going sweetly - until we emerged on top of a cliff. The next ridge east was the same: so was the next west, but farther west was a spur which looked good. But to get to it ... oh! We backtracked until the cliffs below us broke down, but by this time the creeks intervening had also broken down, so that we went down and up, down and up, half a dozen times to reach that desired ridge. More than an hour it took us, and our forward progress perhaps 200 yards. But
+I'll sing you eight ho!... etc...\\
-a
+Eight for the 'ateful cliff face...
-.
-the ridge did take us right through to the Tonalli River for a deferred lunch at 1 p.m.
+Our idea, by general consent, was to find a ridge which ran right down to the Tonalli. Good. We flanked around to the west and picked a ridge which promptly did a peter on us. We took the next ridge west, and it was going sweetly - until we emerged on top of a cliff. The next ridge east was the same: so was the next west, but farther west was a spur which looked good. But to get to it ... ah! We back-tracked until the cliffs below us broke down, but by this time the creeks intervening had also broken down, so that we went down and up, down and up, half a dozen times to reach that desired ridge. More than an hour it took us, and our forward progress perhaps 200 yards. But the ridge did take us right through to the Tonalli River for a deferred lunch at 1 p.m.
-We picked a good ridge into Yerranderie - about half a mile down the river, then up-hill. Oddly enough, most of our way into torn, we couldntt descry Bull Island Gap. A mixture of mist and the unmapped cliff beyond the saddle baffled us completely. It was just 3.15 when we walked up to the Silver Mines Hotel,
-sing you nine ho! . etc. ..
+We picked a good ridge into Yerranderie - about half a mile down the river, then up-hill. Oddly enough, most of our way into town, we couldn't descry Bull Island Gap. A mixture of mist and the unmapped cliff beyond the saddle baffled us completely. It was just 3.15 when we walked up to the Silver Mines Hotel.
+I'll sing you nine ho!... etc...\\
 Nine was the hour of our roadside wait.
-We enquired about transport at the "Silver Mines". No, there was no respectable way out of town, but yes, there was a truck "going down the valley" later, and the driver would probably take us. Presently we interviewed the driver, who 6couldn't say when he was going" but was willing to carry us to the bridge at Upper Burragorang. From that point we may score a further lift, could even walk to Spring Corner. Frank would then have his ?two stroke" and Neil and I (at
-worst) could join the early 'bus from the Coal Mine.
+We enquired about transport at the "Silver Mines". No, there was no respectable way out of town, but yes, there was a truck "going down the valley" later, and the driver would probably take us. Presently we interviewed the driver, who "couldn't say when he was going" but was willing to carry us to the bridge at Upper Burragorang. From that point we may score a further lift, could even walk to Spring Corner. Frank would then have his "two stroke" and Neil and I (at worst) could join the early 'bus from the Coal Mine.
-It was going to be cold on the trayof that truck, we considered, so we rugged up in balaclavas, gloves and all. Neil pointed to the virtues of a beard. We squatted in p. little hollow where gravel had
-been scooped out for surfacing the road, a handred yards east of the
+It was going to be cold on the tray of that truck, we considered, so we rugged up in balaclavas, gloves and all. Neil pointed to the virtues of a beard. We squatted in a little hollow where gravel had been scooped out for surfacing the road, a handred yards east of the "Silver Mines". It was blowing Heavens hard, with cloud whipping across the greying sky.
-"Silver Mines". It was blowing Heavens hard, with cloud whipping across the greying sky.
-At 7 p.m., when we were still by the road, Neil decided that you
+At 7 p.m., when we were still by the road, Neil decided that you left Yerranderie only when you were carried out. We had built a twiggy straggling fire, and had a bucket of water standing by for quenching it. We brewed up a mix of three different kinds of soup cubes and waited. The comings and goings of the truck periodically brought us to our feet, water bucket at the "alert".
-left Yerranderie only When you were carried out. We had built a twiggy
-straggling fire, and had a bucket of water standing by for quenching
+It began to rain at about 9 p.m., a misty spray in the wind at first, growing heavier until, in desperation, we cut and ran - a mile dawn to the creek which crosses the road. We heard our "lift" pass just after we had pitched the tent (with several hundredweight of stones to hold it against the tearing wind). The rain eased, and it blew clear during the night.
-it. We brewed up a mix of three different kinds of soup cubes aid waited. The comings and goings of the truck periodically brought us to our feet, water bucket at the Lllert".
-It began to rain at about 9 p.m., a misty spray in the wind at
+I'll sing you ten ho!... etc...\\
-first, growing heavier until, in desperation, we cut and ran - a mile dawn to the creek which crosses the road. We heard our "lift" pass just after we had pitched the tent (with several hundredweight of stones to hold it against the tearing wind). The rain eased, and it blew clear during the night.
+Ten for the ten-mile road-bash.
- sing you ten ho! ... etc. .. Ten for the ten-mile road-bash.
-Pooling remaining food we made breakfast, and bashed it out ten miles to the Wollondilly bridge. The river was lapping the decking, and surging through between the planks at tines.
+Pooling remaining food we made breakfast, and bashed it out ten miles to the Wollondilly bridge. The river was lapping the decking, and surging through between the planks at times.
-/111 sing you eleven ho! .. etc. GOO
+I'll sing you eleven ho!... etc...\\
 Eleven for the telephone lines that were down.
-Probably there wouldntt be 11 lines in the valley, but it fits
-the jingle, and they were all down. We were incommunicando. We bought lunch items at the Post Office - Store, basked in the wonderful calm sunlight, watched the yellow tide of the river flood by, and joined the
+Probably there wouldn't be 11 lines in the valley, but it fits the jingle, and they were all down. We were incommunicando. We bought lunch items at the Post Office - Store, basked in the wonderful calm sunlight, watched the yellow tide of the river flood by, and joined the afternoon 'bus. Frank left us at Spring Corner at 2.30, and Neil and I eventually arrived Sydney at 6.30.
-.
-afternoon 'bus. Frank left 112 at Spring Corner at 2.30, and Neil and I eventually arrived Sydney at 6.30.
+I,ll sing you twelve ho!... etc...\\
-I,11 sing you twelve ho! .. etc. u.. Twelve for the twelve enquiries.
+Twelve for the twelve enquiries.
-This number is also a fiction. The story had to be recounted half a hundred times to folk at work, and in answer to telephone calls from walkers who had heard how we had blotted our copy-book by being a day overdue. I was unduly sensitive about it   mu*ling about taking the pitcher too often to the well. Maybe it was worth it, though, just once - for one was the creek I wanted long to follow... and GREEN GROW THE WATTLES, 0!
-DEATH GP A TREE
+This number is also a fiction. The story had to be recounted half a hundred times to folk at work, and in answer to telephone calls from walkers who had heard how we had blotted our copy-book by being a day overdue. I was unduly sensitive about it... mumbling about taking the pitcher too often to the well. Maybe it was worth it, though, just once - for one was the creek I wanted long to follow... and Green Grow The Wattles, O!
-Author Not Known.
-(Submitted by John Noble. Speaking to one who needlessly cut down_a tree.
+----
+====Death Of A Tree.====
+Author Not Known. (Submitted by John Noble.)
+==Speaking to one who needlessly cut down a tree.===
 As I passed by I looked and saw what you had done. You had cut it a foot above the ground. All around lay the chunks of its white flesh, spattered from the axe. It fell so easily. It did not fight back at all. Its pride and majesty were so easily humbled, flung at your feet, a wreckage of broken branches and mangled leaves. Did you see the long shudder before its fall, I wonder? Did you hear the sigh of leaves, the wrenching cry as it strained then crashed before you?
-It exists no longer. But all around it, in the earth and in the air, war has been declared against you. The air for your breathing is less sweet than before. The birds have forsaken you, leaving the insect pests and rodents to their work of destruction. The win,'11 batter you more harshly. The rain will pelt the earth more y its fall unbroken by that leafy screen. The unanchored soil wi:1 be stolen away by the rivulets of wasted water .. That tree did not fight back, but its friends will fight for it. And long after the needless felling of the tree has been forgotten, their revenge will continue.
-IMPE1.16.1=1.1.110..041.06.101.011.211.11401.1.711..1.1.0111
+It exists no longer. But all around it, in the earth and in the air, war has been declared against you. The air for your breathing is less sweet than before. The birds have forsaken you, leaving the insect pests and rodents to their work of destruction. The wind'll batter you more harshly. The rain will pelt the earth more piteously, its fall unbroken by that leafy screen. The unanchored soil will be stolen away by the rivulets of wasted water... That tree did not fight back, but its friends will fight for it. And long after the needless felling of the tree has been forgotten, their revenge will continue.
+----
 New Zealand has 3 million acres of Reserves and National Parks - just under 5 per cent of the Dominion, and believed more than any other country. (Tararua Tramper, May, 1952.)
-"We spent the next four days weatherbound in Dart Hut, pondering the remarkable fact that, as the weather got worse, We gradually gained in altitude until, according to the barometer, we had climbed to the height of Snowy Saddle without leaving out'bunks". (From a story in "Alpinesport", June, 1952).
-.
+----
-FOR THE WARMER MONTHS-, 0
-MWMO,
+"We spent the next four days weatherbound in Dart Hut, pondering the remarkable fact that, as the weather got worse, we gradually gained in altitude until, according to the barometer, we had climbed to the height of Snowy Saddle without leaving out bunks". (From a story in "Alpinesport", June, 1952).
-YOU NEED DIFFERENT FOOD
-THE SANITARIUM HEALTH FOOD SHOP
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-3 HUNTER STREET, SYDNE Y.
-DRIED APRICOTS APPLE RINGS
+====Notices.====
-STERILISED SULTANAS NEW SEASON DATES
-THE GREAT RICE SUESTITUTE RYCOLA
+===Congratulations to:===
-FOR THE SNACK ON THE TRACK - APRICOT ROLLS TRIPLE-ILRLPPED ',,HEATFLAKE BISCUITS NUTMEAT - FOR SUMMER SALADS.
-NOTICES.
+Jim Hooper, whose engagement to Miss Pat Carroll was announced during September. (Since Miss Carroll is not - yet - a member, we can't carry out our threat of the September editorial - Editor.)
-CONGRATULATIONS TO Jim Hooper, whose engagement to Miss Pat Carroll was announced during September. (Since Miss Carroll is not - yet-
-.
+===Fun and Games Night.===
-a member, we can't carry out our threat of the September editorial - Editor.)
-FUN AND GAMES NIGHT.
+In lieu of the Usual Christmas Party, there will be a binge in the Club Room on the night of December 19th. Details to be worked out yet, but there will be (we understand) some dancing, games, perhaps community singing, and BYOG (Bring your own Grub).
-In lieu of the Usual Christmas Pxty, there will be a binge in
-the Club Room on the night of December 19th. Details to be worked out yet, but there will be (we understand) some dancing, games, perhaps community singing, and BYOG (Bring your own Grub).
+----
-BABY IT!S COLD OUTSIDE! Sparta had ics Spartans, Bondi has its ice-
-bergs, and S.B.W. has - what? On a recent combined walk, with a braw frosty night descending, one Nature Boy demonstrated his toughness and utter disdain for the elements, nonchalently tossed his sleeping bag into the fire and slEd3;(?) all same blackpfella on the bare ground. We hope Newcastle Walkers were suitably impressed.
+====Baby, It's Cold Outside!====
+Sparta had its Spartans, Bondi has its icebergs, and S.B.W. has - what? On a recent combined walk, with a braw frosty night descending, one Nature Boy demonstrated his toughness and utter disdain for the elements, nonchalently tossed his sleeping bag into the fire and sleps (?) all same blackpfella on the bare ground. We hope Newcastle Walkers were suitably impressed.
 Note: This habit could develop into serious Club rivalry and could easily cause Paddy to go out of business as walkers frantically scuttle sleeping bags, tents, groundsheets and other luxuries to be in the fashion.
-TURKISH FIGS GLACE FRUITS
-,OVER THERE TOO? "There were also too many persons put on Park Boards because they held some local body position, regardless of their suitability for National Park Management". (Tararua Tramper, April,
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-.)
-.
+===Over there, too?===
-FEDER,TION NOTES - SEPTEMBER.
-By Allen A. Strom. AFFILIATION APPLICATION was received from The Caloola Club,
+"There were also too many persons put on Park Boards because they held some local body position, regardless of their suitability for National Park Management". (Tararua Tramper, April, 1952.)
-SEARCH AD _RESCUE: There was an alert an September 8th but searchers were not necessary as the party returned unharmed. Once again parents of one of the lost party had no knowledge of the route of the trip. The Pamphlet prepared by the Section was going to print and should be available at the next meeting of the Council.
-Practice -Ceekend is being organised; Section would like to know how many members are likely to attend and what would be a convenient date. The place is to be kept secret until the weekend agreed upon, but it will be within the 8/- fare radiuc of Sydney.
+----
-THE FEDERATION BALL was reported to be a social and financial success.
-A fUTIer report Ta-II be presented to the October Meeting. Mr. J. Fletcher was appointed Acting Convener of the 1953 Ball committee in an attempt to have a hail booked in the near future.
+=====Federation Notes - September.=====
-MAPPING SECTION: A further meeting of this section had worked out =es, se of sheets, title blocks, etc. Four lectures over two field weekeads had been arranged. The order of preparing maps had been made somewhat along the following lines :-
-Wild Dogs, The Castle and Pigeon Haase, Kanangra Tops,
+By Allen A. Strom.
-Gangerangs, Wolgan-Capertee, Kangaroo River, Girraween,
-Butcher's Creek, Barrington North, South of the Shoalhaven. Ten pounds was granted to the Mapping section for the purchase of materials.
+===Affiliation Application:===
-INFORMATION: It was reported that the response of Clubs to appeals for TEFEEFTTE was poor. It seemed that too much work was being thrown onto Secretaries and the appointment of Special Information OffiCers was necessary.
-MAROUBRA RIFLE RANGE: The possibilities of reserving the Rifle Range ITITI-Fri="fiFFTE, following the suggestion of Mr. John Noble.
+Was received from The Caloola Club.
-BUSHWALKER /TNUAL: The Federation still requires the services of a BuZiness Manager before the work can comr:ence. Any takers?
-SELECTION COMMITTEE for Clubs wishing to affiliate: Since Mr. R. TEpagnoriii-g-n-loriger a delegate, his place on the Committee was declared vacant and Mr. A. Strom elected to fll the vacancy.
+===Search and Rescue:===
-COLONG CAVES: It was reported that it had been brought to the notice of 77777-7Miting Oolong Caves that the Trust Deed required proper supervision of parties entering the Caves. Permission should be first obtained from the Department of Lands and that a fee is payable. It was decided to ask the Secretary to check the information with the Department.
-ROVER RAMBLERS' BARBECUE: This will be held on October 11/12th at rEcquarie-Tren77-1770nation from Jim Prendergast, FX 2549.
+There was an alert on September 8th but searchers were not necessary as the party returned unharmed. Once again parents of one of the lost party had no knowledge of the route of the trip. The Pamphlet prepared by the Section was going to print and should be available at the next meeting of the Council.
+Practice Weekend is being organised; Section would like to know how many members are likely to attend and what would be a convenient date. The place is to be kept secret until the weekend agreed upon, but it will be within the 8/- fare radius of Sydney.
+===The Federaton Ball:===
+Was reported to be a social and financial success. A fuller report will be presented to the October Meeting. Mr. J. Fletcher was appointed Acting Convener of the 1953 Ball committee in an attempt to have a hall booked in the near future.
+===Mapping Section:===
+A further meeting of this section had worked out scales, size of sheets, title blocks, etc. Four lectures over two field weekends had been arranged. The order of preparing maps had been made somewhat along the following lines :-
+Wild Dogs, The Castle and Pigeon Haase, Kanangra Tops, Gangerangs, Wolgan-Capertee, Kangaroo River, Girraween, Butcher's Creek, Barrington North, South of the Shoalhaven.
+Ten pounds was granted to the Mapping section for the purchase of materials.
+===Information:===
+It was reported that the response of Clubs to appeals for information was poor. It seemed that too much work was being thrown onto Secretaries and the appointment of Special Information Officers was necessary.
+===Maroubra Rifle Range:===
+The possibilities of reserving the Rifle Range will be investigated, following the suggestion of Mr. John Noble.
+===Bushwalker Annual:===
+The Federation still requires the services of a Business Manager before the work can commence. Any takers?
+===Selection Committee:===
+For Clubs wishing to affiliate: Since Mr. R. Compagnoni is no longer a delegate, his place on the Committee was declared vacant and Mr. A. Strom elected to fill the vacancy.
+===Colong Caves:===
+It was reported that it had been brought to the notice of a party visiting Colong Caves that the Trust Deed required proper supervision of parties entering the Caves. Permission should be first obtained from the Department of Lands and that a fee is payable. It was decided to ask the Secretary to check the information with the Department.
+===Rover Ramblers' Barbecue:===
+This will be held on October 11/12th at Macquarie Fields. Information from Jim Prendergast, FX 2549.
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 PADDYNEWS.
 Paddy has just received an advance copy of 'Skyline" Magazine of the Launceston Walking Club. It is an excellent production and contains a number of articles well worth reading. It beats me how our brother walkers from the Southern Isle manage to produce these magazines when we in Sydney years ago gave away the production of an annual as a hopeless proposition. Copies are available at 2/6d.