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 Daylight revealed the fact that we were bedded down among a miscellany of rusty tins with red-backed spiders webbing in their dim recesses. "If there's a town rubbish dump you can trust the Bushwalkers to find it!" No breakfast till we hit the river, so while people packed up, back went the car to collect any further stragglers, but 7 a.m. revealed no more bods. Actually we passed Dick Hoffman and his mirror-image Bob both going and coming. They were in the local cemetery sharing the sacred ground with those who had drunk their cup a round or two before. Our two worthies were also dead to all effects till after 8 a.m. and so didn't see our car pass, and the spotter in the car was unable to make any distinction between who was what in the serried ranks of death. Don and Neil also were wiped off as a dead loss; as a matter of fact they didn't make Marulan till mid-day, so went on to Young (via Prune Vale!) for the weekend.
-We locked the car and left her standing and all headed off for the ridge leading to Cedar Flat. On our second wrong ridge Snow was informed he had left his climbing rope back at the car. While he wen' to retrieve it we selected a third ridge Which proved to be IT. Snow rejoined us and we didn't take more than half an hour to scoot down tc the river, and then breakfast. By 10 a m. we were ready to go places, Was it to be the Block-up, 6 miles each way, i e. 12 miles? Or was it to be Bungonia Gorge, 4 or 5 miles return? The vote was cast in favour of the Block-up so off we set without packs - never mind about lunch, we've just had breakfast! We walked a hundred, maybe two hundred, yards to the bank of the river. What a mighty place for
+We locked the car and left her standing and all headed off for the ridge leading to Cedar Flat. On our second wrong ridge Snow was informed he had left his climbing rope back at the car. While he went to retrieve it we selected a third ridge which proved to be IT. Snow rejoined us and we didn't take more than half an hour to scoot down to the river, and then breakfast. By 10 a.m. we were ready to go places. Was it to be the Block-up, 6 miles each way, i.e. 12 miles? Or was it to be Bungonia Gorge, 4 or 5 miles return? The vote was cast in favour of the Block-up so off we set without packs - never mind about lunch, we've just had breakfast! We walked a hundred, maybe two hundred, yards to the bank of the river. What a mighty place for a swim! What a bon-O pool! What an utterly magnificent set-up to sabotage the proposed hot dry walk! Needless to say we got no further. On with the makeshift swim costumes and ah for a wonderful morning swimming and sunbaking on the sand.
-a swim! What a bon-0 pool! What an utterly magnificent set-up to
-sabotage the proposed hot dry walk! Needless to say we got no further. On with the makeshift swim costumes and ah for a wonderful morning swimming and sunbaking on the sand.
 Garth wanted a raft. The three engineers discussed the project but in the absence of a crosscut or axe his hopes looked like being blighted. However Garth had begun to feel that a raft was essential. While the rest of us sunbaked on a high rock he could be seen on the far bank pushing over and dragging a couple of dead trees into the river. Things began to look promising so in goes Putt, splash! to give assistance. They rowed them up river and worked off quite a lot of surplus energy.
-After lunch, feeling that the S.B.W. is primarily a walking club, we all set out to Bungonia Gorge. We had much fun boulder hopping and scrambling over the huge chunks of limestone, and a
-tentative climb up part of the side walls. There was a small hole about 15 feet up a sheer wall which could have been an entrance to a cave, so employing the sane tactics as the Tigers used on the first ascent of Carlon's Head, to wit, a pyramid of bodies 3 layers high up which the climber scrambles to reach the objective, we managed to get one lightweight bod up to the hole. Ian, being top man, was then given an ankle to hold and hauled up too. The support structure now thought it was time to relieve the strain on sunburnt shoulders so dismantled itself, leaving US stranded in this hole in the wall While they threatened to walk off. The milk of human kindness, however, hac not completely dried up and they reformed the scaffolding ald allowed us to slide down. Then back to camp, an the way discovering that Geof had sprained an ankle which caused a bad limp and a sad slowing down of his native friskiness.
+After lunch, feeling that the S.B.W. is primarily a walking club, we all set out to Bungonia Gorge. We had much fun boulder hopping and scrambling over the huge chunks of limestone, and a tentative climb up part of the side walls. There was a small hole about 15 feet up a sheer wall which could have been an entrance to a cave, so employing the same tactics as the Tigers used on the first ascent of Carlon's Head, to wit, a pyramid of bodies 3 layers high up which the climber scrambles to reach the objective, we managed to get one lightweight bod up to the hole. Ian, being top man, was then given an ankle to hold and hauled up too. The support structure now thought it was time to relieve the strain on sunburnt shoulders so dismantled itself, leaving us stranded in this hole in the wall while they threatened to walk off. The milk of human kindness, however, had not completely dried up and they reformed the scaffolding and allowed us to slide down. Then back to camp, on the way discovering that Geof had sprained an ankle which caused a bad limp and a sad slowing down of his native friskiness.
-After tea we all foregathered around a beautiful campfire. Pat and Ian were the last to arrive, bearing a large billy of fruit punch concocted by master hands and liberally laced with rum, also a huge fruit cake. Amazed at such liberality at a S.B.W. camp, we were aboui,
-to put it down to just another delightful trait of these charming New Zealanders, when Ian said, Oh, by the way, Pat and I have become engaged and this is to celebrate the announcement'. Did we celebrate with enthusiasm! There followed an evening of song and Maori haka, hesitant performers being urged to jog their memories by taking a swic from the rum bottle. This worked every time.
+After tea we all foregathered around a beautiful campfire. Pat and Ian were the last to arrive, bearing a large billy of fruit punch concocted by master hands and liberally laced with rum, also a huge fruit cake. Amazed at such liberality at a S.B.W. camp, we were about to put it down to just another delightful trait of these charming New Zealanders, when Ian said, "Oh, by the way, Pat and I have become engaged and this is to celebrate the announcement". Did we celebrate with enthusiasm! There followed an evening of song and Maori haka, hesitant performers being urged to jog their memories by taking a swig from the rum bottle. This worked every time.
-It was a glorious starry night, and despite pitched tents nearly everyone slept out under the sky. Not Dave though. He had knocked
-over the rum bottle in the tent and spilt half the contents on the
+It was a glorious starry night, and despite pitched tents nearly everyone slept out under the sky. Not Dave though. He had knocked over the rum bottle in the tent and spilt half the contents on the ground. He retired to his rum-soaked couch and slept solidly in an atmosphere of alcohol fumes, regaling us in the morning with some talk about being an Antarctic petrel which vomits at anyone who approaches too close.
-ground. He retired to his rum-soaked couch and slept solidly in an atmosphere of alcohol fumes, regaling us in the morning with some
-talk about being an Antarctic petrel which vomits at anyone who approaches too close.
+While preparing breakfast we were initiated into a prime New Zealand lurk for halting the rot in meat. You take your meat, which is beginning to suffer from B.O., and dip it in boiling water for a few minutes, and then rush it down and cool it rapidly in the river. Repeat every couple of days; this way it will keep for months. (All
-While preparing breakfast we were initiated into a prime New
-Zealand lurk for halting the rot in meat. You take your meat, which is beginning to suffer from B.O., and dip it in boiling water for a few minutes, and then rush it down and cool it rapidly in the river. Repeat every couple of days; this way it will keep for months. (All
 right! All right! Don't believe me; try it yourself!)
-Tcday was to be spent caveing. Taking lunch, torches and-rope we rock-hopped up the Gorge once again, then via a side creek to the Loo-z a out. In the semi-civilized shanbles of an "improved" beauty spot we found a bushwalker tent, erected (you're right again!) in the middle of a heap of rusty tins. In possession were two bearded gentlemen who when we had penetrated their disguises, were revealed as Hoffo and Bob They had resurrected themselves the previous morning, walked out from their cemetery straight across country a sad mistake - and had not yet recovered. They had located several of the caves shown on the map and led us off to see them. A depression in the ground with an 10 crack in it caused whoops of delight - they had stumbled across a new sink-hole. It smelt like  it smelt like,. Have you ever
-smelt a dirty sardine tin Which has been putrefying on a beach in th.-; hot summer sun? Have you ever smelt cattle at the slaughter yard, drooling at the mouth and rolling their eyes upward to where death
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-lurks, just between the horns? Have Tou ever smelt - well, never mind - Hoffo said it was the carbide. To ne it smelt like fear.
+Today was to be spent caveing. Taking lunch, torches and rope we rock-hopped up the Gorge once again, then via a side creek to the Lookout. In the semi-civilized shambles of an "improved" beauty spot we found a bushwalker tent, erected (you're right again!) in the middle of a heap of rusty tins. In possession were two bearded gentlemen who when we had penetrated their disguises, were revealed as Hoffo and Bob. They had resurrected themselves the previous morning, walked out from their cemetery straight across country - a sad mistake - and had not yet recovered. They had located several of the caves shown on the map and led us off to see them. A depression in the ground with an 18" crack in it caused whoops of delight - they had stumbled across a new sink-hole. It smelt like... it smelt like... Have you ever smelt a dirty sardine tin which has been putrefying on a beach in the hot summer sun? Have you ever smelt cattle at the slaughter yard, drooling at the mouth and rolling their eyes upward to where death lurks, just between the horns? Have you ever smelt - well, never mind - Hoffo said it was the carbide. To me it smelt like fear.
-We will now, health, danger, public ordinances and other circumstances notwithstanding, take you an a tour of this stink hole (sorry - sink hole!). Outside the sunlight dreamed atop the craggy slopes, the hillsides rang with birdsong, there was a faint 'whisper
- of leaf on leaf and the scent of eucalyptus drifted tantalisingly on the hot dry air as we crammed our ten troglodyte elves through the entrance and with the aid of fixed ropes, torches, acetylene lamps and Grace's enthusiasm began our perilous descent into the dank carcase of the earth. To those of us waiting our turn to descend, snatches of conversation cane whispering eerily up from the void "We'll need a rope - someone pass down a rope - mind my la= -
+We will now, health, danger, public ordinances and other circumstances notwithstanding, take you an a tour of this stink hole (sorry - sink hole!). Outside the sunlight dreamed atop the craggy slopes, the hillsides rang with birdsong, there was a faint whisper of leaf on leaf and the scent of eucalyptus drifted tantalisingly on the hot dry air as we crammed our ten troglodyte selves through the entrance and with the aid of fixed ropes, torches, acetylene lamps and Grace's enthusiasm began our perilous descent into the dank carcase of the earth. To those of us waiting our turn to descend, snatches of conversation came whispering eerily up from the void "We'll need a rope - someone pass down a rope - mind my lamp - do you think it'll go?" Tense minutes pass. From about two galleries down the cultured voice of Ian floats up, "I say Grace old girl, don't cone down yet - I'm in a devil of an awkward position just here!" One last look at the sunlight and at Don and Tine who have no pride and are not coming in, then I wriggle after Snow's disappearing rear, rather wishing I had a torch.
-do you think it'll go?" Tense minutes pass. From about two galleries down the cultured voice of Ian floats up, "I say Grace old girl, don't cone down yet_ - I'm in a devil of an awkward position just here!" One. last look at the sunlight and at Don and Tine who have no pride and are not coming in, then I wriggle after Snow's disappearing rear, rather wishing I had a torch.
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+Colin had told us of testers at I.C.I. chemical works who crawl into the boilers through a narrow squeeze hole so that they may bang on the inside with an iron hammer and listen to the WHANG. Sometimes panic sets in and they are unable to get out. The technique then is to urge them to divest themselves of their clothes, what time you play a jet of cold water on them from a hose telling them it will shrink them sufficiently to enable them to squeeze out again. When they are sufficiently uncomfortable they come to accept as truth this asinine piece of reasoning and squeeze out again. But how, I ask you, is one to carry out such a procedure in a cave? The only thing is not to be behind a big bloke who is likely to get stuck. But if you're in front of him going, you're behind him on the return, so where does it get you? Oh well... press on, regardless!
-Colin had told us of testers at chemical works Who crawl into the boilers through a narrow squeeze hole so that they may bang on the inside with an iron hammer and listen to the WHANG. Sometimes panic sets in and they are unable to get out. The technique then is to urge them to divest themselves of their clothes, What time -
-you play a jet of cold water on them from a hose telling them it will shrink them sufficiently to enable them to squeeze out again. When they are sufficiently uncomfortable they come to accept as'truth this asinine piece of reasoning and squeeze out again. But haw, I ask you is one to carry out such a procedure in a cave? The only thing is
+About a hundred feet down in the pitch darkness we encountered (guess what?) blowflies!!! These polyphiloprogenitives, which feast upon putrefaction, what did they have down below to make them buzz so contentedly? (On second thoughts, don't tell me!)
-not to be behind a big bloke who is likely to get stuck. But if you're in front of him going, you're behind him on the return, so Where does it get you? Oh well .. Press on, regardless!
-About a hundred feet down in the pitch darkness we encountered (guess what?) blowflies!!! These polyphiloprogenitives, which feast upon putrefaction, what did they have down below to make them buzz SQ contentedly? (On second thoughts, don't tell me!)
+After several hours, when we had used up all the 250 ft. of rope and wriggled through a narrow sewer for some 50 ft., it seemed to be time to retrace our footsteps. Half the party has disappeared on its way back and I would like to be with them, but Dave has found a string leading off into the void. Should one try to catch up with the others, or should one follow Dave? Dave has the torch, I'll stick with him. Grace and some other unidentified person is also with us. We wriggle for 30 ft. across a low-roofed cavern which eventually offers a neat black hole in the floor. Down this I prepare to go and get half way down a well without much in the way of foot or handholds. Suddenly the light swings away - Dave has gone to see what the others are up to. Dense pitch blackness washes over everything. A wail from the darkness "Snow, where's the light!" Then authoritatively, trying to still the quaver in the voice: "DAVE! COME BACK HERE WITH THAT LIGHT!" Dave returns wearing a faint grin. "What's up, Dotty?" he says. Eventually we get out. Ah, the miracle of sunlight. And isn't fresh air wonderful stuff. Caves! Ugh!
-After several hours, when we had used up all the 250 ft. of rope and wriggled through a narrow sewer for some 50 ft., it seemed to be time to retrace our footsteps. Half the party has disappeared on its way back and I would like to be with them, but Dave has found a string leading off into the void. Should one try to catch up with the others, or should one follow Dave? Dave has the torch, I'll stick with him. Grace and some other unidentified person is also with us. We wriggle for 30 ft. across a low-roofed cavern which eventually offers a neat black hole in the floor. Down this I prepare to go and get half way down a well without much in the way of foot or handholds
-Suddenly the light swings away - Dave has gone to see what the otherare up to. Dense pitch blackness washes aver everything. A wail fro::
+In the remaining daylight we dropped down the hot dry ridge to the river and so back to camp. A swim, followed by a meal of the deodorized steak and a gathering by the camp fire till 10 p.m., and then sleep. Kookaburras, whip birds and lyre birds woke us early next morning and the camp was soon astir. We hung a rope from a high branch of a red cedar tree and Colin and Garth demonstrated the intricacies of Prussic slings, used by mountaineers to get themselves out of crevasses they have fallen in - if they're very lucky. The boys then warmed up with field sports - shot putt, caber toss, discus hurling and so on. Tine and Don were meanwhile settling a little domestic difference. The devout couple was or were chasing each his better half round the blackthorn bushes with a full water bucket. Why did Geof barge in? He was sorry the moment he'd done it as he collected the contents of a water bucket over his head, followed at rapid intervals by the carbide waste from Snow's caveing lamp, somebody's coffee grounds, and the scrapings from someone else's porridge billy. "Now, hold it a minute", said Snow. "I want a photo of that. Someone be ready with a billy of water to throw in his face just as I snap it. That was fine. Thanks Geof, old man. Now what about going away for a swim - you stink!"
-the darkness "Snow, where's the light!" Then authoritatively, trying to still the quaver in the voice: "DAVE: CCNE BACK HERE WITH THAT LIGHT!" Dave returns wearing a faint grin. "What's up, Dotty?" he says. Eventually we get out. Ah, the miracle of sunlight. And isn't fresh air wonderful stuff. Caves! Ugh!
-In the remaining daylight we dropted down the hot dry ridge to the river and so back to camp. A swim, followed by a meal of the deodorized steak and a gathering by the camp fire till 10 p m., and then sleep. Kookaburras, whip birds and lyre birds woke us early next morning and the camp was soon astir  We hung a rope from a high branch of a red cedar tree and Colin and Garth demonstrated the intricacies of Prussic slings, used by mountaineers to get themselves out of crevasses they have fallen in - if they're very lucky. The boys then warmed up with field sports - shot putt, caber toss, discus hurling and so on. Tine and Don were meanwhile settling a little domestic difference. The devout couple was or were chasing each his better half round the blackthorn bushes with a full water bucket. Why did Geof barge in.? He was sorry the moment he'd done it as he collected the contents of a water bucket over his head, followed at rapid intervals by the carbide waste from Snow's caveing lamp, somebody-'s coffee grounds, and the scrapings from_ someone else's porridge billy. "Now, hold it a minute", said Snow. "I want a photo of that. Someone be ready with a billy of water to throw in his face just as I snap it. That was fine. Thanks Geof, old man. Now what about going away for a swim - you stinks"
+A swim, did someone say? That's a great thought, and soon we were all down an the far bank. We brought a rope over, and selecting a likely-looking dead tree overhanging the river we kicked off all the surplus dead branches and made a swing. All the morning was spent on this. We tried it forwards, backwards and sideways, right way up and upside down, and in a wide circular sweep, terminating each swing with a crash into the water. When all the solo tricks were exhausted someone thought up doublers. This naturally made us think of the engaged couples, so Pat and Ian were urged into position both holding on to the stick, and launched into the deep. It was a mighty performance. Next it was Tine and Don's turn, but Tine refused to be bullied so we made do with the two heavyweights, Colin and Garth. Over the sand they came at a gallop - Colin, 18 hands high, 200 lbs. paddock weight, the Pride of the Pampas, with Garth on his back as it were. The swing's full momentum carried them well out over the river, and letting go simultaneously they plummeted towards the aqua, Garth crashing in no uncertain manner on Colin's sunburnt back. The party on the sand roard its appreciation. Ian was convulsed with laughter. "That was priceless", he gasped, "now I've seen everything!" "By no means", said Colin. "You never made a greater mistake, excuse yourself. That is the least of my injuries. Wait till I come out." And sure enough, as Colin emerged Ian realised that he hadn't till now seen everything - Garth had neatly sheared off the whole seat of Colin's pants. A careful exit from the water, the wrapping of a wide multi-coloured scarf as a lap-lap, and modesty was served.
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-A swim, did someone say? Thatte a great thought; and soon we were all down an the far bank. We brought a rope over, and selecting a likely-looking dead tree overhanging the river we kicked off all the surplus dead branches and made a swing. All the morning was spent on this. We tried it forwards, backwards and sideways, right way up and upside down, and in a wide circular sweep, terminating each swing with a. crash into the water. When all the solo trioks were eXhausted someone thought up doublers. This naturally made us think of the engaged couples, so Pat and Ian were urged into position both holding on to the stick, and launched into the deep. It was a mighty performance. Next it was Tine and Don's turn, but Tine refused to be bulliec. so we made do with the two heavyweights, Colin and Garth. Over the sand they came at a gallop - Colin, 18 hands high, 200 lbs. paddock weight, the Pride of the Pampas, with Garth on his back as it were. The swing's full momentum carried them well out over the river, clad letting go simultaneously they plummeted towards the aqua, Garth crashing in no uncertain manner an Colin's sunburnt back. The party on the sand roard its appreciation. Ian was convulsed with laughter. "That was priceless", he gasped, "now I've seen everything:" "By no means", said Colin. "You never made a greater mistake, excuse yourself. That is the least of my injuries. Wait till I come out.' And sure enough, as Colin emerged Ian realised that he hadn't till now seen everything - Garth had neatly sheared off the whole seat of Colin's pants. A careful exit from the water, the wrapping of a wide multi-coloured scarf as a lap-lap, and modesty was served.
+When hunger called we returned for lunch, then packed up and departed up the ridge carrying a couple of full water-buckets for the car. Colin drove the hitchers out to the road while the others walked on, then picked up the final load and so back along Route 31 in a steady stream of traffic. Later this thinned out so we could speed along singing, lights gleaming along the road, dark trees etched against the sky flitting past, and our thoughts dwelling softly on yet mother holiday of happy companionship and laughter.
-When hunger called we returned for lunch, then packed up and departed up the ridge carrying a couple of full water-buckets for the car. Colin drove the hitchers out to the road while the others walked on, then picked up the final load and so back along Route 31 in a steady stream of traffic. Later this thinned out so we 'toad speed along singing, lights gleaming along the road, dark trees
-etched against the sky flitting past, and our thoughts dwelling soft17 on yet mother holiday of happy companionship and laughter.
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+=== the Sydney Bushwalkers Annual Christmas Party. ===
-The Social Secretary, The Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476, G.P.O.,
-SYDNEY.
+Friday 10 December. R.S.L. Hall, Elizabeth St., Sydney.
-Please send me   tickets for the Annual Christmas Party.
-Name
+Dancing 8 - 12 midnight. Dress optional.
-Full Postal Address
-Amount Enclosed E,
+Tickets 15/-. All liquid refreshements available right prices.
+... Detach and Mail ...
+The Social Secretary, The Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476, G.P.O., Sydney.
+Please send me ... tickets for the Annual Christmas Party.
+Name ...
+Full Postal Address ...
+Amount Enclosed £ : : d.
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-IF YOU ARE GOING PLACES CONTACT
+=== Scenic Motor Tours. ===
-SCENIC MOTOR TOURS,
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+If you are going places, contact Scenic Motor Tours, Railway Steps, Katoomba.
-KATOOMBA.
-DAILY TOURS BY PARLOR COACH TO THE WORLD FAMOUS JENOLAN CAVES AND ALL BLUE MOUNTAIN SIGHTS.
+Daily tours by parlor coach to the world famous Jenolan Caves and all Blue Mountain sights.
-TRANSPORT BY COACHES FOR PARTIES OF BUSH- WALKERS TO KANANGRA WALLS, GINKIN OR OTHER MUTABLE POINTS BY ARRANGENENT,
-FOR ALL INFORMATION
+Transport by coaches for parties of bushwalkers to Kanangra Walls, Ginkin or other suitable points by arrangement.
-WRITE TO P.O. BOX 60; KATOOMBA. TETRPHONE 60, KATOOMBA.
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+For all information, write to P.O. Box 60, Katoomba. Telephone 60, Katoomba.
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+=== Photography!?!?! ===
+You press the button, we'll do the rest!
+Finegrain Developing. Sparkling Prints. Perfect Enlargements. Your Rollfilms or Leica films deserve the best service.
+Leica Photo Service.
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-FEDERATION NOTES _- OCTOBER.
+===== Federation Notes - October. =====
 - Allen A. Strom.
-BUSHFIRE  FIGHTING SQUAD FOR NATIONAL PAW: Five Clubs submitted
-thirty five names fo77717777177-777717esident of Federation has
+=== Bushfire Fighting Squad for National Park: ===
-discussed arrangements with Mr. M.E. Messer, ChaLrman of The Bushfire Committee, and will hand on the names submitted to the Sutherland Shire Bushfire Brigade; it is contemplated that a Training School will now be organised.
-DO YOU WANT A  FEDERATION BALL T There is no Convener for the Social Committee. If you are interested in a Ball you may care to undertalTe the job of Convenor  or use your influence to persuade one of your friends.
+Five Clubs submitted thirty five names for this Squad. The President of Federation has
-FEDERATION REEMION: This will continue to take place on the Second
+discussed arrangements with Mr. M.E. Messer, Chairman of The Bushfire Committee, and will hand on the names submitted to the Sutherland Shire Bushfire Brigade; it is contemplated that a Training School will now be organised.
-Weekend-7727ZETter. club Secretaries will be informed that the Federation requests no liquor to be consumed at the Reunion and that
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+=== Do You want a Federation Ball? ===
-offenders may be asked to leave the campsite.
-SEARCH AND RESCUE SECTION SECRETARY: Mr. Peter Cameron of the 7777-77-7777d to 717-5777757.
+There is no Convener for the Social Committee. If you are interested in a Ball you may care to undertake the job of Convenor... or use your influence to persuade one of your friends.
-FRAZER PARK. The Lands Department will advise the Trustees (Wyong sE777771=1) that no new quarry should be opened WO.,
+=== Federation Reunion: ===
+This will continue to take place on the Second Weekend Before Easter. Club Secretaries will be informed that the Federation requests no liquor to be consumed at the Reunion and that offenders may be asked to leave the campsite.
+=== Search and Rescue Secretary: ===
+Mr. Peter Cameron of the C.M.W. was elected to this position.
+=== Frazer Park. ===
+The Lands Department will advise the Trustees (Wyong Shire Council) that no new quarry should be opened up.
 The October Meeting of the Fauna Protection Panel agreed to recommend to the Minister that 30,000 acres of Crown Land in the Nadgee Area should be dedicated a Faunal Reserve.
-PROTECTION  AND PREBBRVATION OF ABORIGINAL RELICS: There has recently E757reFeTed acTIVIE7-7771777-1707717717n enaMd on this matter. It is proposed that a Panel should be set IVO to administer theAct.
-BUNGONIA GORGE: A recent visit to the area has shown that mining ECTY7rErg7 have moVed no closer to the Gorge proper. A letter has been sent to the Trust of the Bungonia Caves asking Whether they are Prepared to make approaches to the Department. of Mines. Overtures have also been made to the Commonwealth Tourist Authorities.
+=== Protection and Preservton of Aboriginal Relics: ===
-BARRINGTON: An interim report concerning a National Park in the area 777-7717Feceived from the Northern Parks and Playgrounds Movement. It is also known that a Forestry Officer working under a UNESCO Grant has recently completed a survey of the Tops.
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+There has recently been renewed activity to have legislation enacted on this matter. It is proposed that a Panel should be set up to administer the Act.
+=== Bungonia Gorge: ===
+A recent visit to the area has shown that mining activities have moved no closer to the Gorge proper. A letter has been sent to the Trust of the Bungonia Caves asking whether they are prepared to make approaches to the Department of Mines. Overtures have also been made to the Commonwealth Tourist Authorities.
+=== Barrington: ===
+An interim report concerning a National Park in the area has been received from the Northern Parks and Playgrounds Movement. It is also known that a Forestry Officer working under a UNESCO Grant has recently completed a survey of the Tops.
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 - Frank Rigby.