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-ROCK CLIMBING AT KANANGRA WALLS.
+===== Rock Climbing At Kanangra Walls. =====
 - Dot Butler.
-The Putt Rock-Olimbing Expedition! - There has never been anything like it before in all the joyful swoops and swirls of time Fun and laughter filled the Crowded hours, and weaving in and out of two days of Photographic perfection were the various rock-climbing incidents........ Let me begin at the beginning.
-- Friday night, 6 p m. In the lane outside the Clubroom three
+The Putt Rock-Climbing Expedition! - There has never been anything like it before in all the joyful swoops and swirls of time! Fun and laughter filled the crowded hours, and weaving in and out of two days of photographic perfection were the various rock-climbing incidents... Let me begin at the beginning.
-cars awaited us. Packs and people piled in, some with the evening mea. inside them, others (in particular Snow) with stomachs howling plaintively for food. As our car sped along the Great Westernjlighway with Colin at the wheel there piped up a voice dripping with eagerness; "Just along here a bit is the best hamburger joint on the road?. Colin: "Where? Near tilat red light?" Snow, (salivating in anticipation): "Thatts it". ti Right"! says Colin, and accelerates with a Powerful roar which nevertheless fails to drown the sufferer's wails of angOsh. With similar acceleration we passed roadside shops whose signs Eats", 'Fish and Chips", etc. winced and twitched in unison with Snow's yearning innards. The Whole glittering galaxy of food advertisements between Parramatta and Katoomba were read out in an increasingly mournful voice by our poor starved youngling before Colin Pulled into the kerb at Katoamba outside Snow's place, and a kind Mother saw that her little boy had a bite to eat, not to mention tea and toast for the rest of us.
-On again till midnight through a pale mischievous fog which flitted past the white road posts like wraiths among tombstones. At length we pulled in off the road just over the Morong Bridge, and very soon Alan and Ken arrived with their qaota of Passengers. We all rolled into our sleeping bags and with the Putt marquee pulled over us
+Friday night, 6 p.m. In the lane outside the Clubroom three cars awaited us. Packs and people piled in, some with the evening meal inside them, others (in particular Snow) with stomachs howling plaintively for food. As our car sped along the Great Western Highway with Colin at the wheel there piped up a voice dripping with eagerness; "Just along here a bit is the best hamburger joint on the road". Colin: "Where? Near that red light?" Snow, (salivating in anticipation): "That's it". "Right"! says Colin, and accelerates with a powerful roar which nevertheless fails to drown the sufferer's wails of anguish. With similar acceleration we passed roadside shops whose signs "Eats", "Fish and Chips", etc. winced and twitched in unison with Snow's yearning innards. The whole glittering galaxy of food advertisements between Parramatta and Katoomba were read out in an increasingly mournful voice by our poor starved youngling before Colin pulled into the kerb at Katoomba outside Snow's place, and a kind Mother saw that her little boy had a bite to eat, not to mention tea and toast for the rest of us.
-as a coverlet we slept.
-We awake to see a skyful of sunrise and wafting mists. All had
+On again till midnight through a pale mischievous fog which flitted past the white road posts like wraiths among tombstones. At length we pulled in off the road just over the Morong Bridge, and very soon Alan and Ken arrived with their quota of Passengers. We all rolled into our sleeping bags and with the Putt marquee pulled over us as a coverlet we slept.
-an early breakfast from the communal porridge trough. The scattered
-Aetsam from 16 packs made the camp site look like a beach at low tide.
+We awoke to see a skyful of sunrise and wafting mists. All had an early breakfast from the communal porridge trough. The scattered jetsam from 16 packs made the camp site look like a beach at low tide. "Ten minutes to go!" called Colin, and with incredible speed everything was stowed into packs and cars and off we went seven miles to Kanangra Tops. Kanangra Tops! that great expanse of earth's upper-crust which the slow centuries have weathered down to the plateau so beloved of Bushwalkers. Below the Walls milk-white mist filled the deep silent valleys, and through it dark peaks stood up in vivid contrast. It was all new to quite a number of the Party. We did a sightseeing tour of the Tops and many photographs were taken, then back to pick up our three ropes and away to a steep wall of rock for the main business of the day.
-Ten minutes to go!' called Colin, and with incredible speed everything was stowed into packs and cars aid off we went seven miles to Kanangra Tops, Kanangra Tops t that great expanse of earth's upper- crust which the slaw centuries have weathered down to the plateau so beloved of Bushwalkers. Below the Walls milk-white mist filled the deep silent valleys, and through it dark peaks stood up in vivid contrast. It was all new to quite a number of the Party. We did a sightseeing tour of the Tops and many photographs were taken, then back to pick up our three ropes and away to a steep wall of rock for the main business of the day.
-While we sat on a warm sundazzled slope Colin gave a talk on knots and belays. Suddenly up from Murdeid_ng Gully came shouts which shattered the still air; Geof and Alan had got themselves mislayed phasing our echoes and had a long climb back to rejoin the tarty. Now with Dot leading one rope, Colin another, and Ian another, soon the rockface was festooned with climbers and Ken's movie camera whirred and clicked. A lot of excellent climbing practice and ropework filled in the bright morning hours.
+While we sat on a warm sundazzled slope Colin gave a talk on knots and belays. Suddenly up from Murdering Gully came shouts which shattered the still air; Geof and Alan had got themselves mislayed chasing our echoes and had a long climb back to rejoin the party. Now with Dot leading one rope, Colin another, and Ian another, soon the rockface was festooned with climbers and Ken's movie camera whirred and clicked. A lot of excellent climbing practice and ropework filled in the bright morning hours.
-.
-Back to base for the noonmeal By, this time Rodger 's car had
+Back to base for the noonmeal By this time Rodger's car had arrived with his passengers and the party was complete.
-arrived with his passengers and the Party was complete.
-Off now with new worlds to conquer. We spent the afternoon disporting with and without ropes on a huge conglomerate rock - a relic of the fossil years - with the texture of a toad's hide, studded with pebbles which at times could be 3ifted out and discarded down the slope despite the leader's facetious warning "All handholds should be replaced!" The party was eager to try barefoot climbing, and quite a deal of rasped epidermis was the result.
+Off now with new worlds to conquer. We spent the afternoon disporting with and without ropes on a huge conglomerate rock - a relic of the fossil years - with the texture of a toad's hide, studded with pebbles which at times could be lifted out and discarded down the slope despite the leader's facetious warning "All handholds should be replaced!" The party was eager to try barefoot climbing, and quite a deal of rasped epidermis was the result.
-With the smell of evening in the air, back to the cars we trouped, roues on shoulders and feeling mighty fine. We returned down the road some 6 miles to a clearing on the creek for the night's camp. Here saneone had seen a likely-looking hut, but it proved to be an architectural mingling of a sawmill and a stable so we decided to sleep outside. Some put tents up, and soon cooking fires were gleaming through the gathering dusk. Ian and Garth were very tickled at the Australian Bushwalker's habit of each cooking his awn meal on his own separate fire in hi's own separate and miniature billy. We watched with fascination as Geof, Snow and Don mixed flour and sultanas with water and dropped it into a bath of highly diluted golden syrup. The resulting glue was called (0 horror!)syrup dumplings! (For breakfast next morning the remains of this sad goo were cooked up in a frying pan, the final degradation being called (God forgive them) Johnny Cakes!) While the Putt menage tore at hunks of meat like Christians eating lions, there these three sat chewing away contentedly, converting cellulose and starch into bloodasugar. They even pressed samples of it on to protesting onlookers: But just try. it,a begged Snow.
-That night we had a super carp fire - 14 of us Australians with our Bushwalking songs, the two Tasmanian girls, Fay and Melva, with a year of wandering in Tasmania and New Zealand tucked under their belts, and the three New Zealanders, Colin, Ian and Garth, with great stretches of snowfields, crags and peaks in their backward perspective, and New Zealand mountaineering songs and anecdotes of undergraduate fun to enliven the camp fire.
+With the smell of evening in the air, back to the cars we trouped, ropes on shoulders and feeling mighty fine. We returned down the road some 6 miles to a clearing on the creek for the night's camp. Here someone had seen a likely-looking hut, but it proved to be an architectural mingling of a sawmill and a stable so we decided to sleep outside. Some put tents up, and soon cooking fires were gleaming through the gathering dusk. Ian and Garth were very tickled at the Australian Bushwalker's habit of each cooking his own meal on his own separate fire in his own separate and miniature billy. We watched with fascination as Geof, Snow and Don mixed flour and sultanas with water and dropped it into a bath of highly diluted golden syrup. The resulting glue was called (O horror!) syrup dumplings! (For breakfast next morning the remains of this sad goo were cooked up in a frying pan, the final degradation being called (God forgive them) Johnny Cakes!) While the Putt menage tore at hunks of meat like Christians eating lions, there these three sat chewing away contentedly, converting cellulose and starch into blood sugar. They even pressed samples of it on to protesting onlookers: "But just __try__ it," begged Snow.
-o'clock, our singtime sung, folk began drifting aff to bed. Scorning the shelter of the trees the Putt marquee was spread out in the middle of the open ground. A dozen or so bods bedded down an one half of it and the other half was pulled up over them by the last man in. The night was still and crystal clear. The stars looked down from their infinite heights on a camp now drowned in dreams. Suddenly from out the sleeping heap comes Snow's voice frO gee Mum!", to be followed by the voice of Don no doubt living in the same dream of heights and unplumbed depths, "0 God!", with immense feeling.
-Caine the dawn. We opened our eyes and our eyebrows crackled. Our tent covering was white with frost. All the open ground was frozen over, billies and water buckets carried a sheet of ice. This proved a temptation too great for Geof to resist, and he deftly slipped a slice of ice down Colin's neck. We were now treated to a Sight well worth watching - the huge, hefty Putt in his Tibetan bonnet rolled broad at the base, making it look like a yak herdsman's behind, two kiwis emblazoned on his sky-blue bosom, surging over the
+That night we had a super camp fire - 14 of us Australians with our Bushwalking songs, the two Tasmanian girls, Fay and Melva, with a year of wandering in Tasmania and New Zealand tucked under their belts, and the three New Zealanders, Colin, Ian and Garth, with great stretches of snowfields, crags and peaks in their backward perspective, and New Zealand mountaineering songs and anecdotes of undergraduate fun to enliven the camp fire.
-clearing like a high-powered excavating machine pursuing a rabbit,
-and there, frisking over the landscape well out of reach was the young Wagg, his body rich with unspent life, his legs encased in long white underpants hue a ballet. dancer's tights if you prefer to think of it that way, but actually more like long white underpants. These two finished up sinking their differences and taking it out on Abernethy who had indiscreetly butted in on the fray,
+o'clock, our singtime sung, folk began drifting off to bed. Scorning the shelter of the trees the Putt marquee was spread out in the middle of the open ground. A dozen or so bods bedded down on one half of it and the other half was pulled up over them by the last man in. The night was still and crystal clear. The stars looked down from their infinite heights on a camp now drowned in dreams. Suddenly from out the sleeping heap comes Snow's voice "O gee Mum!", to be followed by the voice of Don no doubt living in the same dream of heights and unplumbed depths, "O God!", with immense feeling.
-Breakfast over we packed up, and at scheduled time Coin's car drove off through the bit of swamp that was the creek, on to the road and so back to the Walls. Again the deep valleys filled with mist. In the singing silence we spread an eiderdown and lay basking in the sun While we waited. And we waited - and waited - but no sign of the other three cars. Just as we were fearing the worst Ken drove up and confirmed our fears - Alan's hired car would not start, despite all their wheedling and combined know-how. So back went Colin, and of
- course the car was started.
+Came the dawn. We opened our eyes and our eyebrows crackled. Our tent covering was white with frost. All the open ground was frozen over, billies and water buckets carried a sheet of ice. This proved a temptation too great for Geof to resist, and he deftly slipped a slice of ice down Colin's neck. We were now treated to a sight well worth watching - the huge, hefty Putt in his Tibetan bonnet rolled broad at the base, making it look like a yak herdsman's behind, two kiwis emblazoned on his sky-blue bosom, surging over the clearing like a high-powered excavating machine pursuing a rabbit, and there, frisking over the landscape well out of reach was the young Wagg, his body rich with unspent life, his legs encased in long white underpants like a ballet dancer's tights if you prefer to think of it that way, but actually more like long white underpants. These two finished up sinking their differences and taking it out on Abernethy who had indiscreetly butted in on the fray.
-All together again. The programme was to be more rope work on
-the same rock as yesterday, but this sombre decaying hunk of conglomerate was now on the cold side of the day, and to one who likes her rocks hot it was not very inviting. Across the gully warm golden sunshine bathed the Walls. Where 'the most photographed rock at
+Breakfast over we packed up, and at scheduled time Colin's car drove off through the bit of swamp that was the creek, on to the road and so back to the Walls. Again the deep valleys filled with mist. In the singing silence we spread an eiderdown and lay basking in the sun while we waited. And we waited - and waited - but no sign of the other three cars. Just as we were fearing the worst Ken drove up and confirmed our fears - Alan's hired car would not start, despite all their wheedling and combined know-how. So back went Colin, and of course the car was started.
-Kanangra' juts out from the Walls appeared a likely-looking chimney
-which attracted like a magnet too powerful to resist. 'Who's coming to have a look at that crack?' Snow and Don agreed, and without more
+All together again. The programme was to be more rope work on the same rock as yesterday, but this sombre decaying hunk of conglomerate was now on the cold side of the day, and to one who likes her rocks hot it was not very inviting. Across the gully warm golden sunshine bathed the Walls. Where "the most photographed rock at Kanangra" juts out from the Walls appeared a likely-looking chimney which attracted like a magnet too powerful to resist. "Who's coming to have a look at that crack?" Snow and Don agreed, and without more ado we dashed off along the downward curving track, calling to Geof to come too. Below the overhanging rock face stretched a ledge with the merest garnish of grass, but it was continuous all the way to the chimney so what more was needed? We got on to it right at the point where Murdering Gully meets the track, and found the going easy enough. On the way we inspected a wind-weathered cave on the face of the cliff, with two little mud nests in it.
-ado we dashed off along the downward curving track, calling to Geof to come too. Below the overhangiry;rock face stretched a ledge with
-the merest ,garnish of grass, but it was continuous all the way to
+It did not take long to reach our goal. The chimney proved to be negotiable without ropes and safer than it looked from a distance. First Dot wormed her way up the pebble-encrusted slit, to be followed by Geof and Snow and Don. By this time several others who had been watching us from the track decided to try themselves out on this first-class test. Here now comes Beryl, all tripping and sunny, up the crack in her yellow socks, her boots having been discarded below as superfluous.
-the chimney so what more was needed? We got on to it right at the
-Point where Murdering Gully meets the track, and found the going easy enough. On the way we inspected a wind-weathered cave on the face of the cliff, with *two little mud nests in it.
+At 11 o'clock we all dashed back over the Tops for an early lunch, clearing the low bushes like a herd of springbok. While unprotesting stomachs were hurriedly filled with the necessary fuel for working muscles, Colin decided that everyone should come over and give the chimney a try from the top. No sooner said than done, and soon most of the party were over on the photogenic slab of rock peering down the chimney. One glance was enough to make the novices curl up at the edges - the black crack disappearing from sight round an outward bulge - the almost imperceptible ledge below it on to which they must climb, with Heaven-knows-how-many feet of sheer rock above it and as much or more below, falling away steeply into the cleft called Murdering Gully. It was quite understandable that those who dislike anything in any way approaching the perpendicular chose to sit on the top and watch while Colin, as dependable and as firmly placed as the Rock of Gibralta, belayed the beginners down to the safety of the ledge. The warm airs romped round them as they backed down, with wholesale lots of nothing underneath. Contrasting their perilous position with that of their people all snug and safe at home they felt the surge of adventure beat wildly through their veins. Some even enjoyed it so much they had to come up again just for the experience.
-It did not take long to reach our goal. The chimney proved to be
-negotiable without ropes and safer than it looked from a distance. First Dot wormed her way up the pebble-encrusted slit, to be followed by Geof and Snow and Don. By this time several others who had been watching us from the track decided to try themselves out on this first- class test. Here now comes Beryl, all tripping and sunny, up the
-crack in her yellow socks, her boots having been discarded below as superfluous.
-At 11 o'clock we all dashed back over the Tops for an early lunch, clearing the low bushes like a herd of springbok. While unprotesting stomachs were hurriedly filled with the necessary fuel for working
-muscles, Colin decided that everyone should come over and give the chimney a try from the top. No sooner said than done, and soon most
-of the party were over on the photogenic slab of rock peering down the chimney. One glance was enough to make the novices curl up at the edges - the black crack disappearing from sight round an outward
- bulge - the almost imperceptible ledge below it on to Which they must climb, with Heaven-knows-how-many feet of sheer rock above it and as much or more below, falling away steeply into the cleft called Murdering Gully. It was 'quite understandable that those Who dislike anything in any way approaching the Perpendicular chose to sit on the
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-top and watch while Colin, as dependable and as firmly placed as the Rock of Gibralta, belayed the beginners down to the safety of the ledge. The warm airs romped round them as they backed down, with wholesale lots of nothing underneath. Contrasting their perilous position with that of their people all snug and safe at home they felt the surge of adventure beat wildly through their veins. Some even enjoyed it so much they had to come up again just for the experience.
 Far off on our practice slope of conglomerate rock several of the girls were roping themselves up and down. Fay's White jumper stood out in sharp contrast against the dark rock.
-"Look, doesn't that look like a patch of snow over there'! said someone. Up the chimney wafted the plaintive voice of Dave, There's
-a patch of Snow down here too - I've just barked my shin on a rockl'' 9
+"Look, doesn't that look like a patch of snow over there", said someone. Up the chimney wafted the plaintive voice of Dave, "There's a patch of Snow down here too - I've just barked my shin on a rock!"
-As bodies wriggled up and down the chimney the hours wriggled imperceptibly on towards 4 o'clock, our scheduled time of departure. So gathering up boots and cameras and rones, back we went to the cars and were soon on our way, those new to the country honing they might see a bit of it before dark descended.
-Through the sparse timber the setting sun filtered in tiger shadows on the road as we sped towards Caves House. Here we refuelled the car and Fay and Melva left us to find a camping place for the night; as they were to spend a few days here caveing.
+As bodies wriggled up and down the chimney the hours wriggled imperceptibly on towards 4 o'clock, our scheduled time of departure. So gathering up boots and cameras and ropes, back we went to the cars and were soon on our way, those new to the country hoping they might see a bit of it before dark descended.
-Stars were beginning to open their bright eyes in the western sky, but soon the mist enveloped all and stayed with us for the remainder of the journey. Somewhere along the mountain road the car developed a cardiac murmur and slowed down to a stop in the creeping mist. Colin upped with the bonnet, the three engineers held a consultation, Cohn tied something to something with a bootlace and we continued. At Katoomba we stopped in at the Florida for steak and eggs - all very nice, then non-stop for home by midnight.
-. The trip is over and we are left with our thoughts - warm rich thoughts now gone to inhabit the endless forest of the mind.
+Through the sparse timber the setting sun filtered in tiger shadows on the road as we sped towards Caves House. Here we refuelled the car and Fay and Melva left us to find a camping place for the night, as they were to spend a few days here caveing.
-OL.Mit
-GO ALL SOCIAL IN JULY _WITH:
+Stars were beginning to open their bright eyes in the western sky, but soon the mist enveloped all and stayed with us for the remainder of the journey. Somewhere along the mountain road the car developed a cardiac murmur and slowed down to a stop in the creeping mist. Colin upped with the bonnet, the three engineers held a consultation, Colin tied something to something with a bootlace and we continued. At Katoomba we stopped in at the Florida for steak and eggs - all very nice, then non-stop for home by midnight.
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-JULY 14TH. After the General Meeting, "MURDER AT THE MEETING".
+The trip is over and we are left with our thoughts - warm rich thoughts now gone to inhabit the endless forest of the mind.
-Yes, the big Metro-Goldwyn-McGregor production you have been waiting for. Filmed on location in grimly picturesque Ingersoll Hall, with a cast of at least 40 or 50. The greatest Whodunnit since Hamlet.
-JULY 21ST. FANCY DRESS DANCE. No holds barred.
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-, Bring your ow t supner and refreshments.
-JULY 28TH. COLOUR SLIDE EXHIBITION. Competition slides to be with Social Secretary by July 14th. Limit, G slides per
+===== Go All Social In July. =====
-member.
-.
+July 14th: After the General Meeting, "Murder at the Meeting". Yes, the big Metro-Goldwyn-McGregor production you have been waiting for. Filmed on location in grimly picturesque Ingersoll Hall, with a cast of at least 40 or 50. The greatest Whodunnit since Hamlet.
-TRY COUNTING BARR LAMBS.
-Gecf Wagg.
+July 21st. Fancy Dress Dance. No holds barred. Bring your own supper and refreshments.
-Frank mumbles in his sleep. Though sunk in slumber deep
-He mumbles in his sleep.
+July 28th. Colour Slide Exhibition. Competition slides to be with Social Secretary by July 14th. Limit, 6 slides per member.
-Brian shivers with the cold,
-But this is cured, Itm told By Ross, (I'm sure he knows) With sharp abdominal blows; So he is not so bad
+----
-As this infernal cad
-Who mumbles in his sleep. At first you do not care - Pretend he isn't there
+===== There's Danger On The Road!! =====
-Almumbling in his sleep.
-Itts coming clearer though - You hear some names you know -
+Motorists and passengers alike, can avail themselves of the Motorist's Personal Accident Policy which covers them whilst driving, riding in, attending to, repairing or whilst alighting from or lawfully entering any Motor Car, (but excluding taxis, busses or motor-cycles.)
-What's that about old Snow? You listen tense, but no!
-Frank mumbles in his sleep. Your chance of sleep is gone;
+__Particulars of Benefits.__
-You listen till the dawn For mumbles in his sleep. The problem is all yours;
-Frank soothes you with his Snores
+  * Death by Accident: £500
-He doesnit care, the creep! Just mumbles in his sleep.
+  * Loss of Two limbs (hands or feet) or both eyes, or one limb or one eye: £500
-  ..
+  * Loss of One Limb, or one eye: £250
-THERE'S DANGER ON THE ROAD I !
+  * Temporary Total Disablement by Accident - Weekly Compensation - limit 52 weeks: £7
-MOTORISTS & Pr_SSEIIGIERS alike, can avail themselves of the MOTORIST'S PERSONAL ICCIDENT POLICY which covers them whilst driving, riding in, attending to, repairing or whilst alighting from or lawfully entering any Motor Car, (but excluding taxis, busses or motor-cycles.)
+  * Temporary Partial Disablement by Accident - Weekly Compensation - limit 52 weeks: £2
-PIRTICUL,'_RS OF BENEFITS
-Death by Accident 500
+Premium - £1/2/6d . Double Benefits £2/5/0.  Treble £3/7/6d.
-Loss of Two limbs (hands or feet) or both
-eyes, or one limb or one eye 500
+For full particulars, see Club Member, Brian G. Harvey. Telephones BU5039, BU5660, Private M1462. 12 Mahratta Avenue, Wahroonga or BOX 3688 G.P.O. Sydney.
-Loss of One Limb, or one eye 250
-Temporary Total Disablement by Accident -
+----
-Weekly Compensation - limit 52 weeks 7
-Temporary Partial Disablement by Accident
+===== Try Council Barr Lambs. =====
-Weekly Compensation - limit 52 weeks
+Geof Wagg.
-Premium - Z1/2/6d
-Double Benefits 2/5/0.  Treble Z3/7j6d0
+Frank mumbles in his sleep.\\
-For full particulars, see Club Member.. Brian G. Harvey
+Though sunk in slumber deep\\
-Telephones 3U5039, B1J5660, Private M1462
+He mumbles in his sleep.\\
-Mahratta Avenue, Wahroonga or BOX 3688 G.P.O. Sydney.
+Brian shivers with the cold,\\
-.
+But this is cured, I'm told\\
+By Ross, (I'm sure he knows)\\
+With sharp abdominal blows;\\
+So he is not so bad\\
+As this infernal cad\\
+Who mumbles in his sleep.\\
+At first you do not care -\\
+Pretend he isn't there\\
+A'mumbling in his sleep.
+It's coming clearer though -\\
+You hear some names you know -\\
+What's that about old Snow?\\
+You listen tense, but no!\\
+Frank mumbles in his sleep.\\
+Your chance of sleep is gone;\\
+You listen till the dawn\\
+For mumbles in his sleep.\\
+The problem is all yours;\\
+Frank soothes you with his snores.\\
+He doesn't care, the creep!\\
+Just mumbles in his sleep.
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 FEDERATION NCTES - JUNE MEETING.
 - Allen A. Strom