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-MUMBEDAH CREEK.
+===== Mumbedah Creek. =====
 - Ross Laird,
-Party:- Beverly Price Frank Barr Brian Anderson
-Geoff Wags David Brown Jim Holloway
+Party:- Beverly Price, Frank Barr, Brian Anderson, Geoff Wagg, David Brown, Jim Holloway,
-Ross Laird Jim Hooper
+Ross Laird, Jim Hooper.
-It all started coming back in the train from Melbourne when we decided that if the crew at home hadn't organised a trip for the long weekend we would get them all to do Mumbedah Creek with us. As fate would have it they hadn't any special trip in mind and were quite willing to (3.()T1 Mumbedah, especially as we promised spectacular water falls, cool dips in tranquil pools beneath waving gum and ti tree, a lounge on the Cox and Breakfast Creek before climing up the historic Red Ledge on to Narrow Neck.... Little did we know!
-Whether some people have powers to foretell the future I do not know, but, as the time approached to say goodbye to a city throbbing with people fast becoming madly enthusiastic over the Queen's visit, first Yvonne pulled out, swiftly followed by Judy, then by Allen,
+It all started coming back in the train from Melbourne when we decided that if the crew at home hadn't organised a trip for the long weekend we would get them all to do Mumbedah Creek with us. As fate would have it they hadn't any special trip in mind and were quite willing to "do" Mumbedah, especially as we promised spectacular water falls, cool dips in tranquil pools beneath waving gum and ti tree, a lounge on the Cox and Breakfast Creek before climing up the historic Red Ledge on to Narrow Neck.... Little did we know!
-June and lastly Grace. Meantime Geoff, our leader, sent a reply-paid telegram to Mt. Victoria asking for ,transport for a now muchly reduced party of eight to Cunninghams Clearing. The reply cam back in due time confirming our booking, so with some of us hitching and the rest travelling by train we journeyed to Mt. Victoria an the Friday night. Upon arrival we were told by our driver that he couldritt convey us to Cunninghams that night as he'd mistaken it for somewhere down in Megalong Valley. As his car was only small he had intended to make two trips of it, but upon realising the real location was well
-.
+Whether some people have powers to foretell the future I do not know, but, as the time approached to say goodbye to a city throbbing with people fast becoming madly enthusiastic over the Queen's visit, first Yvonne pulled out, swiftly followed by Judy, then by Allen, June and lastly Grace. Meantime Geoff, our leader, sent a reply-paid telegram to Mt. Victoria asking for transport for a now muchly reduced party of eight to Cunninghams Clearing. The reply came back in due time confirming our booking, so with some of us hitching and the rest travelling by train we journeyed to Mt. Victoria on the Friday night. Upon arrival we were told by our driver that he couldn't convey us to Cunninghams that night as he'd mistaken it for somewhere down in Megalong Valley. As his car was only small he had intended to make two trips of it, but upon realising the real location was well past Jenolan Caves he had contacted Siedlecky who had agreed to take us out the next morning.
-Jenolan Caves he had contacted Siedlechy who had agreed to take it the next morning.
-After a dry night, if not a frightfully warm one, spent in the local tennis shed, we started our car trip about 7.30 a m. in what had settled down to be a steady heavy drizzle. The weather gradually improved, and by the time the Caves House loomed up through the Grand Arch the rain had stopped, although it was very dull and depressing. A welcome break in the waiting shed at Jenolan allowed us to stretch cramped legs and hear the latest gossip from friends who had just returned from an all night session in the ''Temple of Baal". On again till the old broken-down bark hut on Budthingeroo Creek was spotted and we were there. Sid was duly paid, and the more serious, although cheaper, business of feeding eight very hungry walkers was attended to.
+After a dry night, if not a frightfully warm one, spent in the local tennis shed, we started our car trip about 7.30 a.m. in what had settled down to be a steady heavy drizzle. The weather gradually improved, and by the time the Caves House loomed up through the Grand Arch the rain had stopped, although it was very dull and depressing. A welcome break in the waiting shed at Jenolan allowed us to stretch cramped legs and hear the latest gossip from friends who had just returned from an all night session in the "Temple of Baal". On again till the old broken-down bark hut on Budthingeroo Creek was spotted and we were there. Sid was duly paid, and the more serious, although cheaper, business of feeding eight very hungry walkers was attended to.
-It was something to eleven when we finally set out from the clearing for the way through the Crumble-Bungle ranges to Mumbedah. These were negotiated easily, and with little difficulty, apart from the fact that it was raining cats and dogs again and gave no indication of ever stopping. Eventually the ridge between Whalanrs Creek and Wombats was found and followed for about two miles. It is at the junction of these two creeks that Mumbedah starts on her race down through really spectacular gorges, and along rocky but pretty stretches of turning and twisting valley floors until it leaps down to join Harry's River in its rush for the mighty Cox.
-After the first sensational wading of the creek (which incidently proved to be the only reasonable way to follow its course), we soon became as wet beneath our groundsheets as we were on top. About one and a half to two miles of the creek had been covered When by common agreement a halt was called for lunch, the time being 3.30 p m. This break, which went far totards lifting wet and sodden spirits, also gave a cool breeze which had sprung up a chance to set about its dirty work, so after about twenty minutes packs were again lifted and we set off down the creek.
+It was something to eleven when we finally set out from the clearing for the way through the Crumble-Bungle ranges to Mumbedah. These were negotiated easily, and with little difficulty, apart from the fact that it was raining cats and dogs again and gave no indication of ever stopping. Eventually the ridge between Whalan's Creek and Wombats was found and followed for about two miles. It is at the junction of these two creeks that Mumbedah starts on her race down through really spectacular gorges, and along rocky but pretty stretches of turning and twisting valley floors until it leaps down to join Harry's River in its rush for the mighty Cox.
-About twenty minutes later signs of a great drop became noticable in front of us. Around a corner and along a flat stretch for some thirty yards and there she was - a series of wonderful cascades falling away beneath us for about two hundred feet! To climb down the falls was out of the question so one of the sides had to be chosen to sidle around. The left-hand bank going down stream was picked and the job started. One and a quarter hours later and three quarters of a mile further down stream a halt was called and the situation seriously discussed. What' appeared to be a never-ending ridge of prickly holly forever disappearing into the rain and mist decided us that an effort should be made to reach the stream bed; it was time to be thinking of camping and a night spent stuck on the side of that ridge was a situation to be avoided at all costs if possible. Down the ridge we charged, only to be stoored by a wall some fifty feet high between us and the river. Frank and Brian climbed down together, but it was voted-too slow so out cane the rope that Col Putt had lent us and a fixed rope was set up. It was nearly six o'clock when all the'rarty was assembled an the lower level, and we decided to camp
-.
+After the first sensational wading of the creek (which incidently proved to be the only reasonable way to follow its course), we soon became as wet beneath our groundsheets as we were on top. About one and a half to two miles of the creek had been covered when by common agreement a halt was called for lunch, the time being 3.30 p.m. This break, which went far towards lifting wet and sodden spirits, also gave a cool breeze which had sprung up a chance to set about its dirty work, so after about twenty minutes packs were again lifted and we set off down the creek.
-tr,rt and there. On loo17..nE round we found that, after clearing away
-t. nettles aftd fInd removin,E the six to nine inches of
+About twenty minutes later signs of a great drop became noticable in front of us. Around a corner and along a flat stretch for some thirty yards and there she was - a series of wonderful cascades falling away beneath us for about two hundred feet! To climb down the falls was out of the question so one of the sides had to be chosen to sidle around. The left-hand bank going down stream was picked and the job started. One and a quarter hours later and three quarters of a mile further down stream a halt was called and the situation seriously discussed. What appeared to be a never-ending ridge of prickly holly forever disappearing into the rain and mist decided us that an effort should be made to reach the stream bed; it was time to be thinking of camping and a night spent stuck on the side of that ridge was a situation to be avoided at all costs if possible. Down the ridge we charged, only to be stopped by a wall some fifty feet high between us and the river. Frank and Brian climbed down together, but it was voted too slow so out came the rope that Col Putt had lent us and a fixed rope was set up. It was nearly six o'clock when all the party was assembled on the lower level, and we decided to camp then and there. On looking round we found that, after clearing away the nettles and undergrowth and removing the six to nine inches of sodden leaves and bark from each individual campsite, a reasonable home for the night could be made beneath the bigger trees. While some pitched tents and colleced bark and bracken for sleeping on, others attempted to light a fire. In a place where everything has rotted through and through this task proved to be difficult, if not irksome. But patience and perseverance won, and after much blowing and careful handling a fire was started. The whole of this operation had taken close on one and a half hours.
-sccn leaves f o10,ivq,;a1 campsite, a reasonable
-hoLl.-) for the the bigger trees. While some
+Rain - rain - rain. Gosh, wouldn't it ever stop? It certainly didn't look like it. The bare essentials were cooked for tea that night, and in our case a large billy of apples and rice was brewed for breakfast next morning to save having to go through the fire lighting procedure again.
-pitched tent,:, ana ana bracken for sleeping on, others
-attempted to light a fit(- f: o place where everything has rotted
+After a really comfortable night Sunday dawned wet and dull. Time was spent downing our apples and rice (cold - ugh!) and vainly trying to discourage the leeches which luckily had apparently gone to sleep that night during the rain, no casualties being reported. We then packed and moved off at 7.30.
-through an d through this rc:-/d to be difficult, if not irksome.
-But patiencr; and perseveralc,-, and after much blowing and careful
+Straight down into the creek and on we went. Brian and Jim (S.B.W.) were both at this stage suffering badly from chafe, so after conferring with Bev, it was decided that they walk in their undergarments only, as long as they wore their groundsheets. It was just on an hour later when we were again stopped by huge falls. Upon further investigation these proved to be more than we could handle under prevailing conditions, so off we went once more sidling those cursed ridges. On and on we went, sometimes climbing up, other times down, but keeping at a fairly constant level till at last a halt was called and a conference declared open. The result of the discussion was that the party should get to the top of the ridge as quickly and easily as possible, and from there attempt to follow the crown of the ridges back to the Kanangra Road. Yes - we were pulling out. We were doing much less than one mile per hour, and the distance to go measured against the time available to do it in just didn't work out. So, as none of us for more reasons than one could afford to be overdue we had reached the only possible solution.
-handling a was star. The whole of this operation had taken
-close on one r d a half hours.
+Up and up we went; up the ridge of loose, very loose, boulders, continually on the lookout for falling stones. There'd be a yell from up front and a huge boulder would career madly down the hill to disappear over the ridge, banging and smashing everything in its path till at last it either reached the creek or met something bigger and stronger than itself which ended its swift and sudden race.
-Rain - raln - rain; ao:',h, wouldn't it ever stop? It certainly divt, look like The bare essentials were cooked for
-tea that nift, and in OUT case a large billy of apples and rice was brewed for :6Lakfast next morning to save having to go through the fire lightin procedure again.
+Left, right and centre people were knocktng themselves on rocks. Frank scored a super long deep cut down one leg, and I a deep cut on the right knee cap. It was Brian who came off worst though. In trying to stop a rock from gathering too much momentum he cut his left hand rather badly along the outer edge. This had to be attended to immediately as the amount of blood he was losing gave everyone visions of carrying him out, and we all know he's not worth that much effort or energy. Acriflavine and crepe bandages temporarily fixed that, and progress was resumed up the ridge.
-After a really comfortable night Sunday dawned wet and dull. Time was steni; downing our apples and rice (cold - ugh!) and vainly trying to discourage the leeches which luckily had apparently gone to ,sleep that night during the rain, no casualties being reported. We then packed and moved off at 7.30..
-f3traig1; (7,',own into the creek and on we went. Brian and Jim .
+The top was eventually reached as all summits must be reached at some time or another, and we turned and started along the crown towards the road. At one stage we nearly whizzed off in the wrong direction at a fork in the ridge, but this was rectified and we plodded on, gradually regaining lost spirits as it hadn't rained for about two hours. Lunch in a saddle and we were off again with a huge black cloud dogging our footsteps. Upon reaching a small summit along the ridge our friend the cloud opened up and treated us to a most spectacular hail storm. One would have been reminded of a mob of draught horses to see us all standing, backs turned to the storm, under a dead tree in the middle of a rocky clearing. There was nothing we could do but stand and wait, and what difference any way - we were as wet as it was possible to be. The storm passed and we started again, to discover a few yards further on an old timber track running in our direction. This led on to a newer track. At the junction we felt justified in cutting an arrow in a tree to mark the turn-off for future trips. A few miles on and we reached the road, about one and a half miles up road from where we had left it the morning before.
-'-oth at this stage suffering badly from chafe, sd after conferring Bev, it was decided that they walk in their under-
-garments onls, as long as they wore their groundsheets. 11t was just on an hour laer when we were again stopped by huge falls. Upon further inveb'5igation these proved to be more than we could handle under prevailing conditions, so off we went,once,more,sidling those cursed rldre. Pn and on we went, sometimes climbing up, other
-times dcn, but keeping at fairly constant level till at last a halt was called and a conference declared open.. The result of the discussion was that the party should get to the top of the ride
-as quickly and easily as possible; and from there attempt to follow the crown of the ridges back to the Kanangra Road. Yes - we were Pulling out. I've were doing much less than one mile per hour, arid the distance to go measured agd inst the time available to do it in just didn't work out. So, as none of us for more reasons thcn one could afford to be overdue we had reached the only possible solution.
-Up and up we went; up the ridge of loose, very loose, boulders, continually on the lookout for falling stcnes.. There'd be a yell from up front and a huge boulder would career madly down the hill to
- disappear over, the ridge, banging and smashing everything in its path till at last it either reached the creek or met something bigger id, stronger-than itself whidh ended its swift and sudden race.
-Left, right and centre people were knocktng themselves on rocks. Frank scored a super lOng deep cut down one leg, and I a deep cut an the right knee cap. It was Brian who came off worst though. In trying to stop a rock from gathering too much momentum he cut his left hand rather badly along the outer edge. This had to be attended to immediately as the amount of blood he was losing gave everyone visions of carrying him out, and we all know he's not worth that much
- effort or energy. Acriflavine and crepe bandages temporarily fixed
-and progress was resumed up the ridge.
-The top was eventually reached as all summits must be reached at some time or another, and we turned and started along the crown towards the road. At one stage we nearly whizzed off in the wrong
-direction at a fork in the ridge, but this was rectified and we
-plodded on, gradually regaining lost spirits as it hadn't rained for about two hours. Lunch in a saddle and we were off again with a
-huge black cloud doging our footsteps. -Upon reaching a small summt
-along the ridge our friend the cloud opened up and treated us to a most spectacular hail storm. One would have been reminded of a mob
-of draught horses to see us all standing, backs turned to the storm, under a dead tree in the middle of a rocky clearing. There was noth-
-ing we could do but stand and wait, and what difference any way -
-we were as wet as it was possible to be. The storm passed and we started again, to discover a few yards further on an old timber track
-running in our direction. This led on to a newer track. At the
-junction we felt justified in cutting an arrow in a tree to mark the
--turn-off for future trips. A few miles on and we reached the road, about one and a half miles up road from where we had left it the
-morning before.
 We camped that night in glorious weather on the verandah of a galvanised iron hut in Cunninghams Clearing. Clothes and gear were dried in the remaining sunlight whilst all our surplus food was cooked and we partook of a minor feast, Geoff and I excelling ourselves in drinking six pints of tea, a thing we've never done before.
-Monday was fine and hot, and the prospect of eleven-odd miles
-road bash into Caves House wasn't particularly pleasing. Half a mile along the road Bev. stopped a ute and we were given a lift to the Oberon turnoff, leaving two miles down hill to our goal. Here we gave the tourists the treat of their lives by just acting our normal
+Monday was fine and hot, and the prospect of eleven-odd miles road bash into Caves House wasn't particularly pleasing. Half a mile along the road Bev. stopped a ute and we were given a lift to the Oberon turnoff, leaving two miles down hill to our goal. Here we gave the tourists the treat of their lives by just acting our normal natural selves. I'm sure they thought of us as being either from the bowels of the earth or from another world. Grudgingly we were given seats back to Mt. Victoria on the Government bus, and from there to Central we passed the time eating Mrs. Brown's cakes and solving all the problems the Club might have ever had or be likely to come across.
-natural selves. I'm sure they thought of us as being either from the bowels of the earth or from another world. Grudgingly we were
-given seats back to Mt. Victoria on the Government bus, and from
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-there to Central we passed the time eating Mrs. Brown's cakes and
-solving all the problems the Club might have ever had or be likely to come across.
-N.1........dmarlmiNSp1111.1Mar m.lcmg..MAMO
 Looking up our Dictionary of Standard Phrases (1955 edition) we find the following:
-TO DO A HOLLAND: A phrase coined in 1954, meaning to perpetrate
-a Bushwalking bungle so preposterous it is unbelievable.
+To do a Holland: A phrase coined in 1954, meaning to perpetrate a Bushwalking bungle so preposterous it is unbelievable.
-HOW TO TOUGHEN THE FEET: Scrub then daily with a nail brush,
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-"gubstitarEg a scrubbiHg brush and sandsoap as the skin toughens.
-(We have it on good authority that this is also an excellent treatment
+__How to toughen feet__: Scrub then daily with a nail brush, substituting a scrubbing brush and sandsoap as the skin toughens. (We have it on good authority that this is also an excellent treatment for juvenile pimples on the face and elsewhere.)
-for juvenile pimples on the face and elsewhere.)
-Ken Meadows (following the Liquor Debate at the last General
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-Meeting) wishes it to be known that he wasn't amongst those at our Re-union who 'weaved' down to the river (See Ross's article, Page 16, last line).
-.
+Ken Meadows (following the Liquor Debate at the last General Meeting) wishes it to be known that he wasn't amongst those at our Re-union who "weaved" down to the river (See Ross's article, Page 16, last line).
-IF YOU ARE GOING PLACES CONTACT
-SCENIC MOTOR TOURS,
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-DAILY TOURS BY PiRLOR COICH TO THE WORLD FAMOUS JENOLAN CAVES AED ALL BLUE MOUNTAIN SIGHTS.
+=== Scenic Motor Tours. ===
-TRANSPORT BY COACHES FOR PARTIES OF BUSH- WALKERS TO KANANGRA WALLS, GINKIN OR OTHER SUITABLE POINTS BY ARRANGEMENT,
-FOR ALL INFCRWITION
+If you are going places, contact Scenic Motor Tours, Railway Steps, Katoomba.
-WRITE TO P.O. BOX 60, KATOOMBA
-' TELEPHONE 60, KATOOMBA_,
+Daily tours by parlor coach to the world famous Jenolan Caves and all Blue Mountain sights.
-AT OUR 'MONTHLY DOGFIGHT.
-A clash with the 'Bone and three short barks brought silence to the yapping pack, and the Drown retriever declared the meeting open.
+Transport by coaches for parties of bushwalkers to Kanangra Walls, Ginkin or other suitable points by arrangement.
-The pleasant little silky by his side read the mindies of the Annual General Meeting, which were duly. confirmed. She then gave a musical yap in the direction of a long-legged Graceful Airedale Who stood to attention as newly appointed Assistant Secretary.
-On the announcement that Committee has appointed a Public Relations Officer, a large shar4gy putty-coloured Labrador called Colin lurched to his feet and showed all his teeth (bar the one lost in a fight with a polar bear an some distant snowfield).
+For all information, write to P.O. Box 60, Katoomba. Telephone 60, Katoomba.
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+===== At Our Monthly Dogfight. =====
+A clash with the Bone and three short barks brought silence to the yapping pack, and the Brown retriever declared the meeting open.
+The pleasant little silky by his side read the minutes of the Annual General Meeting, which were duly confirmed. She then gave a musical yap in the direction of a long-legged Graceful Airedale Who stood to attention as newly appointed Assistant Secretary.
+On the announcement that Committee has appointed a Public Relations Officer, a large shaggy putty-coloured Labrador called Colin lurched to his feet and showed all his teeth (bar the one lost in a fight with a polar bear on some distant snowfield).
 The news that it would be too costly, and unnecessary, to form ourselves into a corporate body was received with sighs of relief; old dogs don't like to change their habits, let alone their bodies.
-Now the important matter of finding a new club room came UP for comment. A roam with dimensions and facilities of our present roam (say 90 x 30 ft. and 2 posts) seems to be what's wanted, with the added proviso that it be clean (no fleas), and of reasonably good appearance. What about a restaurant as in the good old days of No.5 Hamilton Street, in which we might have our dinner at night and then carry on as a Club room after closing hours?
-Roll up! Roll up! Roll up! Digby Rigby, the only tree
+Now the important matter of finding a new club room came up for comment. A room with dimensions and facilities of our present room (say 90 x 30 ft. and 2 posts) seems to be what's wanted, with the added proviso that it be clean (no fleas), and of reasonably good appearance. What about a restaurant as in the good old days of No.5 Hamilton Street, in which we might have our dinner at night and then carry on as a Club room after closing hours?
--
-climbing canine in captivity rises on his hind legs and suggests we would get a better room if we were Prepared to pay more than 25/- per
+Roll up! Roll up! Roll up! Digby Rigby, the only tree-climbing canine in captivity rises on his hind legs and suggests we would get a better room if we were prepared to pay more than 25/- per night; how much higher sub. are we prepared to pay? (Silence, and then again silence.) Well then, perhaps a small subscription could be taken up at Social Meetings. Again silence, and Digby resumed his seat, the low growling in his throat sounding suspiciously like "Bushwalkers are a lousy lot".
-Be
-; how much higher sub0 are we prepared to pay? (Silence, and th. again silence.) Well then, perhaps a small subscription could be'taken up at Social Meetings. Again silence, and Digby resumed his seat, the low growling in his throat sounding suspiciously like "Bushwalkers are a lousy lot".
 Moved by Dog Colley that every member, hunting alone or in packs, sniff round for a room as specified, and that no action be taken for a month. Carried.
-Re the 440 from the Era Trust Fund being invested in the current Security Loan - it is now too late for this, and anyhow the Trustees are not altogether in favour. So it was moved by Scotch-terrier McGregor that said bones be maintained in the Commonwealth Dan, together with accumulated interest. In this way the Fund is readily available. Carried.
-Now comes Correspondence: The organisers of the Remembrance
+Re the £440 from the Era Trust Fund being invested in the current Security Loan - it is now too late for this, and anyhow the Trustees are not altogether in favour. So it was moved by Scotch-terrier McGregor that said bones be maintained in the Commonwealth Bank, together with accumulated interest. In this way the Fund is readily available. Carried.
-'Drive have been asked to plant a native tree for us. (Whole-hearted barks of approval. Hurrah! More trees!)
-Letter from David Ingram re resignation of the Old Fox Roley Cotter and his itty bitsy pal Peggy Bransden, suggesting the meeting should register thanks for their past services to the Club, particular-. ly the way they welcomed new members, and the interest they took in the Photographic Competition. Moved by Malcolm to this effect.
+Now comes Correspondence: The organisers of the Remembrance Drive have been asked to plant a native tree for us. (Whole-hearted barks of approval. Hurrah! More trees!)
-Carried.
-Now were read and received in quick succession the Treasurer's
+Letter from David Ingram re resignation of the Old Fox Roley Cotter and his itty bitsy pal Peggy Bransden, suggesting the meeting should register thanks for their past services to the Club, particularly the way they welcomed new members, and the interest they took in the Photographic Competition. Moved by Malcolm to this effect. Carried.
-Report by British Bulldog Binns, the Federation Report, Conservation
-Report, Social Report - all without comment. A few restive hounds
+Now were read and received in quick succession the Treasurer's Report by British Bulldog Binns, the Federation Report, Conservation Report, Social Report - all without comment. A few restive hounds up the back felt they were being cheated and growled their disappointment, "Where's Dormo?"
-up the back felt they were being cheated and growled their disappointment, "Where's Dormo?"
-And now Any General Business?" barked the Drown retriever.
+And now "Any General Business?" barked the Brown retriever.
-The meeting was asked to offer to the Public Relations Officer suggestions for increasing membership. Suggestions forthcoming were that we should be kind to prospectives - make them feel one of the
-pack both on walks and in the Clubroom. Any further developments in the policy of Publicity were left to the genius of Father Time and Colin Putt.
+The meeting was asked to offer to the Public Relations Officer suggestions for increasing membership. Suggestions forthcoming were that we should be kind to prospectives - make them feel one of the pack both on walks and in the Clubroom. Any further developments in the policy of publicity were left to the genius of Father Time and Colin Putt.
-At this stage the door swung open and in trotted a small weather- beaten terrier - Dormo! The restive element whimpered with delight and settled down in anticipation.
-Frank Ashdown is now on his hind legs complaining about hooliganism at the Federation Reunion due to liquor, and evidence in the shape
+At this stage the door swung open and in trotted a small weather-beaten terrier - Dormo! The restive element whimpered with delight and settled down in anticipation.
-of empty spirits bottles found lying outside tents next morning. Recollecting his humiliation at the thought of little girl pups
-especially being subject to such coarseness he moved that if such dogs when likkered upli insisted on behaving like gentlemen(well men), they should not be allowed off the chain, in fact expulsion from the Federation Pack was too good for them. sack Wren agreed that the
+Frank Ashdown is now on his hind legs complaining about hooliganism at the Federation Reunion due to liquor, and evidence in the shape of empty spirits bottles found lying outside tents next morning. Recollecting his humiliation at the thought of little girl pups especially being subject to such coarseness he moved that if such dogs when "likkered up" insisted on behaving like gentlemen (well men), they should not be allowed off the chain, in fact expulsion from the Federation Pack was too good for them. Jack Wren agreed that the behaviour had been distinctly over the fence. Brian the Lion (Anderson), said he had nosed in on all the parties  (of course) and found them O.K. The one that smelt he left of his own accord, and anyone else who didn't like it was free to do likewise. At this stage an excited little yaller dog yelped "The S.B.W. will have to participate in spinach juice!" (Howls of delight, especially from that vegetarian anomaly, Hallstrom.). In a quiet cultivated voice a noble red setter with "Moppett" engraved on his dog-collar said we should lead the way by example and not by complaint. Certainly no evidence should be left lying about - that is in keeping with our policy of "Burn, Bash and Bury", though of course there is no need to bash the old bottle in public. Amid the roar of approval at this sally the cultured voice could be heard continuing, "That, of course, should be done quietly in the privacy of one's tent". The President summed up "Lest the S.B.W. be branded as a miserable complaining lot of hounds let us not write to Federation. Frank may make his protest as an individual but not a Club member".
-.
-PUCTOGRAPHY ! I
+Now followed a lively debate on the proposed alienation of Domain parkland for the erection  of an Opera House. Dormo with hackles bristling spoke long and violently on the subject of walking and culture but was final1y restrained at the third attempt by the President who complained there were too many irrelevancies. When the whole affair was sorted out and Dormo's motion with amendments, and amendments of anendments carried to the fourth decimal place finally clarified, we found we were all agreed on the motion "that we write to the Parks and Playgrounds Movement endorsing their action in trying to prevent the construction of an Opera House in the Domain, and suggest that an alternative site not involving use of public lands be found".
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-behaviour had been distinctly over the fence. Brian the Lion (Anderson), said he had nosed in on all the.Part ies  (of course) and found them. O.K. The one that smelt. he left of his own accord, and anyone else who didn't like it was free to do likewise. At this stag e,..f kn excited little. yaller dog yelped 'The S.B.W. will have to participate in spinach juice!li (Howls of delight, especially from  that vegetarian anomaly', Hallst.,rom.). In a quiet cultivated voice a noble red setter with "Moppettl" engraved, on his dog-collar said 'we should. lead the Way by example and not by complaint.', Certainly no evidence should be left lying about_ - that Is in keeping with our policy of hBurn,-Bash and Bur?, thaugh of course there. is no need  to bash, the old bottle in public.. Amid the roar of approval at this sally the 'cultured Voice could be heard continuing,n'Tha t, of course, should be done quietly in the privacy of one's tent1'.. The President summed up ''Lest the S.D..W. be branded as a miserable complaining lot of hounds let Us not write to Federation. Frank may Make his
-prote8t as an individual but not E.1 Club member. .
-. Now followed' a 'lively. debate , on the proposed alienation Of Domain parkland for the. erection  of an, Opera House. Dormo with hackles bristling stoke long and .violently on the  subject of walking and culture but was final1y,..restrained at  the third attempt by the President who compla ined there were too many- irrelevancies. When the
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-w-..:,-- affair as sorted out andiJornotsmotion LLtn aillenaments, and ar..H.,:.Thents of anendments carried to the fourth decimal place finally
-we found we were all agreed on the motion "that we write
-to 1;he Parks and Playgrounds Movement endorsing their action in trying to prevent the construction of an Opera House in the Domain, and suggest that an alternative site not involving use of public lands be found". .
 "Good", barked bull terrier Brian remembering a plate of meat scraps awaiting him in his refrigerator, "that's finished. Now let's go home".
-'All agreed' did I say? Not so! The one called Moppett disagree s and rises to a point of order: "After all that discussion I think the matter is out of order. The Constitution states, etc. etc...."
-Now McGregor leaps to his feet "Mr. MoPpett's point of order is out of order. My interpretation of the Constitution is etc. etc...."
+'__All__ agreed' did I say? Not so! The one called Moppett disagrees and rises to a point of order: "After all that discussion I think the matter is out of order. The Constitution states, etc. etc...."
-Athid scenes of devilish disorder the two past-Presidents fight it out, what time bull-terrier 'Brian yaps his solo plaint "Let's go home!" The two panting contestants eventually subside with tongues hanging out, the motion is carried, and the Done declared the meeting closed at 5 to 100
-TOURISTS IN TRAVAIL.
+Now McGregor leaps to his feet "Mr. Moppett's point of order is out of order. My interpretation of the Constitution is etc. etc...."
-- Geoff Wagg. A Final GlimEsa_of the Bus in Tasmania (Part III).
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+Amid scenes of devilish disorder the two past-Presidents fight it out, what time bull-terrier Brian yaps his solo plaint "Let's go home!" The two panting contestants eventually subside with tongues hanging out, the motion is carried, and the Bone declared the meeting closed at 5 to 10.
-We have all read in stories of Himalayan expeditions of the pleasure of the return through the mountains with the luxuries of
-civilisation appearing one by one. This was our experience which began when the Hobart bus stopped for us atyrenchman's turnoff and the driver Peered timidly out and asked, "Are there any snakes in that grass?" Frank, who was standing knee deep in this grass, replied
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-obligingly, "Mir mate". In spite of this we arrived in Hobart and
-attached ourselves to the G.P.O., from which base we made our various foraging expeditions. Last and most enjoyable of these was our search for a cafe to supply our first fresh meal for weeks - just steak and eggs, but it tasted delicious. Thus fortified we crossed the river to take up residence in the Youth Hostel at Dellerive.
+===== Tourists In travail. =====
-Next morning those two carefully nurtured horticultural triumphs,
-Frank's and David's beards, went down before the razor and the two of them appeared looking remarkably clean and shiny, while Ross and I, whose beards were made of sterner stuff, decided to cherish our fungus for a week or so longer. Later on we looked up Ron Parkes who was working then at the Hobart "Mercury", and took him to lunch - he paid of course. While eating we talked furiously, all at once, Bush- walker style, until Ron had to go back to work, and we, to prove what absolute tourists we had become, went to the pictures.
+- Geoff Wagg.
-.
-On Saturday morning we collected Ron and made a photographic sortie on the summit of Mt. Wellington. The following day we vSsited Hastings Cove, then on Monday morning left by service coach for Port Arthur. This trip is really an experience bebause you stop at alrmt every shack and shanty delivering mail, bread, or miscellaneous merchandise. Thus you have ample time to survey. the country and philosophise on the 'Tasmanian way of life. We covered the sixty odd miles in five hours, arriving about lunch time. After lunch and all through the golden afternoon our shutters were clicking happily in that photograPher!s paradise - mellow stone, scarlet flowers and brilliant blue water. ' Fortea we tried that new taste thrill, salted Mellah! Of course we didnit mean it to be. salted, but as our billy
+=== A Final Glimpse of the Boys in Tasmania (Part III). ===
-of Mellah was cooling in the bay the tide care in. Next day we walked out to Safety Cove and then to the Remarkable Cave. This latter was originally a blowhole but is now so enlarged that it would function only in exceptionally high seas. The ever-thoughtful Tourist Dureau
-has provided Steps right down into the spout of the hole, and the
-tunnel leads from this a hundred yards or so to a little sandy beach at the mouth. The waves wash here and echo through the cave, so what with the hard Wet sand underfoot, the seaweed on the walls, and the generally salty tang, the whole thing has very much the dim atmosphere of Davey Jones' locker.
+We have all read in stories of Himalayan expeditions of the pleasure of the return through the mountains with the luxuries of civilisation appearing one by one. This was our experience which began when the Hobart bus stopped for us Frenchman's turnoff and the driver peered timidly out and asked, "Are there any snakes in that grass?" Frank, who was standing knee deep in this grass, replied obligingly, "Yair mate". In spite of this we arrived in Hobart and attached ourselves to the G.P.O., from which base we made our various foraging expeditions. Last and most enjoyable of these was our search for a cafe to supply our first fresh meal for weeks - just steak and eggs, but it tasted delicious. Thus fortified we crossed the river to take up residence in the Youth Hostel at Bellerive.
-Back at Port Arthur that afternoon Frank and Snow fell in with a group of Y.H.A. girls, and consequently the four of us were invited to the hostel that evening for supper. Free eats! The hostel in Port Arthur is a rusty old relic set among the rains and was once the domicile of a long deceased political prisoner, Smith OfBrien. We - arrived at dusk aid were just settling down by the fire to be sociable when there was a terrific crash on the verandah and Ross and Lavinia, who were bitting by the window, leapt bodily across the roam and landed in each otherls laps. Ross said that a-great stick had been flung across the verandah and hit a post.. Frank poked his head out of the window and said, 'That's going, on?'' Another crash greeted his challenge, thereupon he withdrew his head with more haste than dignity and shut the window. A brief council of war concluded that it muSt be the locals disporting themselves and it would be best to ignore them.' This we did, and the evening progressed with no further manifestations until we left (after supper) about eleven. The rest
-of the tale we got next morning It seems that the boys were fast asleep in the attic and the girls were undressing for bed when one of them, saw a face at the window. She screamed and presently the two boys came bundling down fram the attic more asleep than awake and bounded out the door in time to see a tall figure disappearing into the gloom. That was the finish';, the boys had to leave their warm beds upstaira and move into the same 'room ab the girls.
+Next morning those two carefully nurtured horticultural triumphs, Frank's and David's beards, went down before the razor and the two of them appeared looking remarkably clean and shiny, while Ross and I, whose beards were made of sterner stuff, decided to cherish our fungus for a week or so longer. Later on we looked up Ron Parkes who was working then at the Hobart "Mercury", and took him to lunch - he paid of course. While eating we talked furiously, all at once, Bushwalker style, until Ron had to go back to work, and we, to prove what absolute tourists we had become, went to the pictures.
-Next morning we returned to Hobart and spent the afternoon having our last lor_ik around this little city whose simplicity had won our hearts. As we were starting early in the morning for Queenstown we decided to sleep the night in the Queen's Domain, and Ron forsook his cosy bed at the Y.M.C.A. to join us under a pine tree in the park. Early in the morning we were awakened by a friendly little black Pooch who, licking tongue and wagging tail, attempted to explore the interior of Snow's sleeping bag. As we-were having breakfast he stayed, then went fast asleep on a ground sheet where he stayed until
-.
+On Saturday morning we collected Ron and made a photographic sortie on the summit of Mt. Wellington. The following day we visited Hastings Cove, then on Monday morning left by service coach for Port Arthur. This trip is really an experience because you stop at almost every shack and shanty delivering mail, bread, or miscellaneous merchandise. Thus you have ample time to survey the country and philosophise on the Tasmanian way of life. We covered the sixty odd miles in five hours, arriving about lunch time. After lunch and all through the golden afternoon our shutters were clicking happily in that photographer's paradise - mellow stone, scarlet flowers and brilliant blue water. For tea we tried that new taste thrill, salted Mellah! Of course we didnit mean it to be salted, but as our billy of Mellah was cooling in the bay the tide care in. Next day we walked out to Safety Cove and then to the Remarkable Cave. This latter was originally a blowhole but is now so enlarged that it would function only in exceptionally high seas. The ever-thoughtful Tourist Bureau has provided Steps right down into the spout of the hole, and the tunnel leads from this a hundred yards or so to a little sandy beach at the mouth. The waves wash here and echo through the cave, so what with the hard wet sand underfoot, the seaweed on the walls, and the generally salty tang, the whole thing has very much the dim atmosphere of Davey Jones' locker.
-unttl we had to pack it up and go on our way.. Regretfully he said
-G -;ie, and our last glimpse was of him not being quite a gentleman, pigeons off his Dark.
+Back at Port Arthur that afternoon Frank and Snow fell in with a group of Y.H.A. girls, and consequently the four of us were invited to the hostel that evening for supper. Free eats! The hostel in Port Arthur is a rusty old relic set among the rains and was once the domicile of a long deceased political prisoner, Smith O'Brien. We arrived at dusk and were just settling down by the fire to be sociable when there was a terrific crash on the verandah and Ross and Lavinia, who were sitting by the window, leapt bodily across the room and landed in each other's laps. Ross said that a great stick had been flung across the verandah and hit a post. Frank poked his head out of the window and said, "What's going on?" Another crash greeted his challenge, thereupon he withdrew his head with more haste than dignity and shut the window. A brief council of war concluded that it must be the locals disporting themselves and it would be best to ignore them. This we did, and the evening progressed with no further manifestations until we left (after supper) about eleven. The rest of the tale we got next morning. It seems that the boys were fast asleep in the attic and the girls were undressing for bed when one of them saw a face at the window. She screamed and presently the two boys came bundling down from the attic more asleep than awake and bounded out the door in time to see a tall figure disappearing into the gloom. That was the finish; the boys had to leave their warm beds upstairs and move into the same room as the girls.
-When we boarded our bush for Queenstown we realised that we were
-or ,-ur way hone at last. The miles slipped by. Hobart, the suburb,
+Next morning we returned to Hobart and spent the afternoon having our last look around this little city whose simplicity had won our hearts. As we were starting early in the morning for Queenstown we decided to sleep the night in the Queen's Domain, and Ron forsook his cosy bed at the Y.M.C.A. to join us under a pine tree in the park. Early in the morning we were awakened by a friendly little black pooch who, licking tongue and wagging tail, attempted to explore the interior of Snow's sleeping bag. As we were having breakfast he stayed, then went fast asleep on a ground sheet where he stayed until unttl we had to pack it up and go on our way. Regretfully he said Goodbye, and our last glimpse was of him not being quite a gentleman, chasing pigeons off his park.
-th(vt the green fields of hops at New Norfolk., the yellow hills and
-ch,olate cultivation of Ouse, and soon the dusty road and dreary
+When we boarded our bus for Queenstown we realised that we were on our way home at last. The miles slipped by. Hobart, the suburbs, then the green fields of hops at New Norfolk, the yellow hills and chocolate cultivation of Ouse, and soon the dusty road and dreary scrub with its H.E. construction camps. A few miles before Derwent Bridge we blew one of our back tyres and did a brake line, so we crowded in, in rather a sorry state. After lunch we caught another bus going our way, but alas, all our luggage remained on the cripple. About mid-afternoon we came in view of the dead hills of Queenstown and soon our cameras were clicking happily once more. We called in to see if our luggage had arrived, but it wasn't expected till 6.30, so we had our tea and went over the mine and came back, but still no luggage. Then began a long wait, rewarded about twelve o'clock, long after everyone who had the luxury of a hotel bed had given up. As it was so late we asked the driver if we could sleep in the bus and he said "Yes. Wait at the garage just round the corner, I'll be parking it there". So round the corner we went and waited in the garage. A few minutes after we arrived a car drove up and two men got out and went into the garage office just across from us. They put on the light and we could see them peering out at us and obviously wondering what we were up to. Presently they put out the light, got into the car and drove away, but they came round the block a second time to see if we were still there. About ten minutes later a policeman arrived and stood on the opposite side of the road and watched us. In the meantime, however, we had decided to doss down in the bus where it was, so the P.C. had no sooner arrived than we upped packs and off up the street, the puzzled observer following at a discreet distance. He was even more puzzled when we piled into the bus with obvious intentions of staying. But before he had time to do anything the driver arrived, slammed the door, said "Oh, I see you're here", and drove away leaving the unfortunate policeman standing on the footpath scratching his head.
-scIi,b with its H.E. construction =DS. A few miles before Derwent Brl-io we blew one of our back tyres and did a brake line, so we cr,,w:ed in, in rather a sorry state. After lunch we caught another
-oing our way, but alas, all our luggage remained on the cripple.
+In the morning, after an anusually prolonged hunt for breakfast, we caught our bus along the dusty road to Zeehan. The inside of the bus was hot as an oven, and the fine grey dust filtered through every gap to coat upholstery and passengers. Zeehan is one of those places dead enough to be a ghost town but it just refuses to lie down. The railway station there suffers from the same lackadaisical attitude and no one but we four seemed even slightly amazed when the porter announced that the train would be starting an hour late. Fortunately our sleepy locomotive finally struggled into action and, setting its listlessness aside, started to wear away the weary miles of dreary bush between us and Burnie. At last we were there, and we set out in the grey of the late afternoon in search of a spot to erect our domicile. We soon found it - the public camping ground - a deserted half acre near the beach, swept by a bleak sea wind and hiding its shame behind a row of bill boards. Here we slept, our dreams punctuated by the shrieks of hysterical engines that puffed along the foreshore. Next morning we cooked our own breakfast - a thing we hadn't done for ages - and then, folding our tents, silently slipped away without paying our camping fee. Soon it was time to catch the airway's bus around to Wynyard for the 'plane. This left at about 12 o'clock, and we had cunningly calculated it to be the lunch plane, this latter fact being much dwelt upon. Nor were we disappointed, for soon the hostie was around looking for likely cantidates to dine. Although pretending to be tourists we were still bushwalkers at heart, and told the dear girl our views on free food. Then, before we realised it, we were slipping from cool Tasmania into the midday heat of a mainland sunner day. A hot wind blew the dust off the tarmac to meet us, and we knew that we were back. And that was that. Melbourne. Then the miles of brown grass, only no longer fields but paddocks. Then with mounting excitement the suburbs, the City, and then Home Sweet Home.
-mid-aftern-on we came in view f tho dead hills of Queenstown our cameras were clicking 1ipily once more. We called in
-to if our luggage had arrived, but it wasn't expected till 6.30,
+----
-so ::lad our tea and went over the mine and came back, but still no
-lurre. Then began a long wait ,rewarded. about twelve o'clock, long
-after everyone who had the luxury of a hotel bed had given up. As it was so late we asked the driver if we could sleep in the bus and he
-said ' Yes. Tait at the garage just round the corner, I'll be parking
-it there". So round the corner we went and waited in the garage. A few minutes after we arrived a car drove up and two men got out and went into the garage office just across from us. They put on the light and we could see them Deering out at us and obviously wondering what we were up to Presently they Put out the light, got into the
-car and drove away, but they came round the block a second time to see
-if we were still there, About ten minutes later a policeman arrived and stood an the opposite side of the road and watched us. In the
-meantime, however, we had decided to doss down in the bus where it was, so the P.C. had no sooner arrived than we upped packs and off up
-the street, the puzzled observer following at a discreet distance. He was even more puzzled when we piled into the bus with obvious
-intentions of staying. But before he had time to do anything the driver arrived, slammed the door, said "Oh, I see you're here", and drove away leaving the unfortunate policeman standing on the footpath scratching his head.
-In the morning, after an anusually prolonged hunt for breakfast, we caught our bus along the dusty road to Zeehan. The inside of the bus was hot as an oven, and the fine grey dust filtered through every gap to coat upholstery and passengers. Zeehan is one of those places dead enough to be a ghost town but it just refuses to lie down. The railway station there suffers from the sane lackadaisical attitude and no one but we four seemed even slightly amazed when the porter announced that the train would be starting an hour late. Fortunately our sleepy locomotive finally struggled into action and, setting its listlessness aside, started to wear away the weary miles of dreary bush between us and Burnie. At last we were there, and we set out in the grey of the late afternoon in search of a spot to erect our domicile. We soon found it - the public camping ground - a deserted half acre near the beach, swept by a bleak sea wind aid hiding its shame behind a row of bill boards. Here we slept, our dreams punctuated by the shrieks of hysterical engines that puffed along the foreshore. Next morning we cooked our own breakfast - a thing we hadn't done for ages - and then, folding our tents, silently slipped away without paying our camping fee. Soon it was time to
-.
-catch the airway's bus around to Wynyard for the 'plane. This left at abriat 12 oiciock, and we had cunntng]y 3aloulated it to be the this latter far;:c, dwelt upon. Nor were we
-di;-..aimpo7intc d, for soon thc) looking for likely
-canai,lc, to di ne. Alishown preter,,f,f1-, to tourists we were still
-b-a3hwa:11=s at heart, and told n e ga* oar views on free food. Then, before we realised it, we -vera :-1Ippi:-Irs from tlool Tasmania into
-the midday heat of aanainland 11 hot wind blew the dust off the tarmac to meet us, and we L:17y-% That we were back. And that was-that. Melbourne. Then the miles of brown, grass, only no longer fields but ;addockc-.. Than with mounting excitement the suburbs, the City, and then Home Swee'o Home.
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