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-TEE SYDNEY BUSED/VALKER.
+=====The Sydney Bushwalker=====
-A monthly bulletin of matters of.interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, C/- Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown St., Sydney BOX No.4476 G.P.O., Sydney.
-No 242 JANUARY 1955 PRICE 6D.
+A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, C/- Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown St., Sydney. BOX No.4476 G.P.O., Sydney.
-Co-Editors:. Dot Butler, Boundary Road,
-Wahroonga. (JW2208)
+====No.242 January 1955 Price 6d.====
-Gciof Waggs 19 Mary Street,
-Business Manager: Alex Colley (XAl255)
+|**Co-Editors**|Dot Butler, Boundary Road, Wahroonga. (JW2208). Geof Wagg, 19 Mary Street, Blacktown.|
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+|**Business Manager**|Alex Colley (XAl255).|
-CONTENTS.
+|**Sales & Subscriptions**|Jess Martin|
-Sales & Subs,: Jess Martin Typed by Jean Harvey. Blacktown.
+|**Typed by**|Jean Harvey.|
-Production: Alan Wilson - (FY2047
+|**Production**|Alan Wilson (FY2047).|
-Page
+=====Contents=====
+| | |Page|
+|The Merry Christmas Meeting| | 2|
+|Christmas Party - 1954|"Bon-Oh"| 3|
+|Who'd Be a Baulker|"Mulga"| 5|
+|Seven In a Boat, and Hooper|Don Newis| 6|
+|Parks and Playgrounds Report|W.L. Hume|10|
+|The 1954 Rudolph Cup|Dot Butler|12|
+|Ten Months in Christchurch|Keith Renwick|14|
+|Federation Notes - December|Allen A. Strom|16|
+|Kosciusko Invasion - Part III.|Ross Laird|17|
+=====Advertisements=====
-The Merry Christmas Meeting
-Scenic Motor Tours (Advertisement)
+|Scenic Motor Tours| 3|
-Christmas Party - 1954 - "Bon-011"
+|Leica Photo Service| 7|
-Wbold Be a Baulker - "Mulgau
+|Siedlecky's Taxi and Tourist Service| 9|
-Seven In a Boat, and Hooper - Don Newis Leica Photo Service (Advertisement)
+|Sanitarium Health Food Shop|11|
-Siedlecky's Taxi and Tourist Service (Advert.) Parks and Playgrounds Report W.L. Hume Sanitarium Health Food Shop (Advertisement) The 1954 Rudolph Cup - Dot Butler
+|Paddy's|20|
-Ten Months in Christchurch - Keith Renwick Federation Notes - December - Allen A. Strom Kosciusko Invasion - Part III. - Ross Laird Paddy's Advertisement
-TRAINS -
+=====Don't Forget=====
-DON'T FORGET
-PADDYtS 'BON VOYAGE PARTY
+====Paddy's "Bon Voyage" Party====
-ND JANUARY-7T 7.37=7
-AT THE HARVEY'S
+At the Harvey's, 12 Mahratta Avenue, Warrawee.
-Mahratta Avenue, Warrawee.
- and 7.13 p.m. from Central connect with bus.
+Trains: 6.43 and 7.13 p.m. from Central connect with bus.
-Av.,
-TICKETS to Warrawee - Sanitarium Bus to Mahratta
+Tickets to Warrawee - Sanitarium Bus to Mahratta Ave.
-SmaI1 Charge for Supper. 'Phone: JW14620 P.S. BRING MUG, GRODNDSBEET, AND SONG BOOKS.
+Small charge for Supper. 'Phone: JW1462.
-THE MERRY CHRISTMAS MEETING.
-The warm weather of November hatched out the biggest clutch of new members for a long time, and When our President finally got us into meeting order he promised us no less than 5. It eventuated however that only two had been able to come to the meeting, so we welcomed Shirley Dickson and Gordon Adam. After we had dealt with the minutes we found we could Pin on yet another badge, this time to Neil Monteith.
+P.S. Bring mug, groundsheet, and song books.
-Then with the correspondence came a threat to our peace on earth in the shape of a letter from Don Frost. -When it came to matters arising Don rose and sternly announced that he wished to move a motic, of censure on the leader and committee responsible for the cancellation of the function on Sunday, 6th December (the Kiddies' Christmas Treat). He also wanted to know why it had been cancelled as the weather at Otford had been fair enough and although the children were disappointed (no free eats) the 36 who did go enjoyed themselVes..
-In the awkward silence that followed while members shifted in their seats and studied their finger nails, Ken Meadows seconded the motion. Frank Rigby, eager for some meat for his keen analytical brain to work on; asked could we have the explanation. He wanted difacts! The President told us that on the Sunday morning in questic: he rang Jack Gentle, who was both leader and committee to the affair, as it was raining where he was and he wondered what would happen. He too wanted d'facts. Jack hadn't heard from anyone by then but When Kath rang later several others had let him know they thought it was too wet. Next we heard Jack's story. He said that on that parbicula: morning the weather on the harbour had been very foul, and that similar reports from suburbs north, west and south had led him to believe that conditions were generally unsuitable. He had; however, at his torn expense, prepared and posted a circular to all members concerned, explaining things and saying that they would hold the Treat the following week in conjunction with the Rudolph Cup. To this he added deferentially "if the Admiral doesn't object". The Admiral said it would be alright.
+=====The Merry Christmas Meeting.=====
+The warm weather of November hatched out the biggest clutch of new members for a long time, and when our President finally got us into meeting order he promised us no less than 5. It eventuated however that only two had been able to come to the meeting, so we welcomed Shirley Dickson and Gordon Adam. After we had dealt with the minutes we found we could pin on yet another badge, this time to Neil Monteith.
+Then with the correspondence came a threat to our peace on earth in the shape of a letter from Don Frost. When it came to matters arising Don rose and sternly announced that he wished to move a motion of censure on the leader and committee responsible for the cancellation of the function on Sunday, 6th December (the Kiddies' Christmas Treat). He also wanted to know why it had been cancelled as the weather at Otford had been fair enough and although the children were disappointed (no free eats) the 36 who did go enjoyed themselves.
+In the awkward silence that followed while members shifted in their seats and studied their finger nails, Ken Meadows seconded the motion. Frank Rigby, eager for some meat for his keen analytical brain to work on, asked could we have the explanation. He wanted d'facts! The President told us that on the Sunday morning in question he rang Jack Gentle, who was both leader and committee to the affair, as it was raining where he was and he wondered what would happen. He too wanted d'facts. Jack hadn't heard from anyone by then but when Kath rang later several others had let him know they thought it was too wet. Next we heard Jack's story. He said that on that particular morning the weather on the harbour had been very foul, and that similar reports from suburbs north, west and south had led him to believe that conditions were generally unsuitable. He had, however, at his own expense, prepared and posted a circular to all members concerned, explaining things and saying that they would hold the Treat the following week in conjunction with the Rudolph Cup. To this he added deferentially "if the Admiral doesn't object". The Admiral said it would be alright.
 Dot Butler opined that Jack had done the right thing as she had had no intention of venturing out with six children with the weather as it was.
-With all this the tension had visibly lessened and Brian Harvey pointed out that this was the season of goodwill and that he would like to see the motion withdrawn. In reply, Don yew fairly said that he was quite willing to withdraw the motion but he felt that in future similar functions shoilld not be cancelled. Ken unseconded the motion and the meeting heaved a sigh of relief and passed on to reports.
-Then followed general business of Which there was none except that the President announced that we had been invited by somc. Innocent lapidaries, unaware of the bushwalkers? felonious nature, to view their display of gets. Fortunately for these people hcwever the display ended at almost the same time as our meeting.
+With all this the tension had visibly lessened and Brian Harvey pointed out that this was the season of goodwill and that he would like to see the motion withdrawn. In reply, Don very fairly said that he was quite willing to withdraw the motion but he felt that in future similar functions should not be cancelled. Ken unseconded the motion and the meeting heaved a sigh of relief and passed on to reports.
-. G.W.
-.
+Then followed general business of which there was none except that the President announced that we had been invited by some innocent lapidaries, unaware of the bushwalkers' felonious nature, to view their display of gems. Fortunately for these people however the display ended at almost the same time as our meeting.
-CHRISTMAS PARTY - 2_954_
+G.W.
+=====Christmas Party - 1954=====
 - Bon-oh.
-Thinking over my repertoire of adjectives, my mind recalls words like "colossal", 'salubrious", "super", and even 'bon-oh", but actuoil there'is only one word that could possibly describe our Christmas Party, and with your Permission I would like to say, "WHAT A MIGHTY SHOW Yes, that's what you and I thought as we left the party, still too merry to realise that it was all over far another year, but of course everything must have an ending. It must have a beginning too. The beginning is simple enough; all you had to do was to hand your ticket to our doorman usually called the Social Secretary) that is, if you had a ticket. If you didn't a hand magically appeare and without even blinking an eyelid Rosso was saying "15/- Thank youh, I had been told that if you walk in backwards they think you are coming outs but our Ross is too smart to fall for this form of trickery. The people inside were treated to quite a show of strong- arm tactics on the part of the doorman, Snow in particular mahing fc1.1-r' or five attempts at invasion but each time being repelled most effectively. He finished up paying his l5/-.
-From this simple beginning time naturally marched on, as time waits for no man, not even a Bushwalker. Most people (now I wauldn't say everyone) were becoming very merry and carefree at this stage, Probably due to the unaccustomed effect of the stronger of the soft drinks or to Dot's fruit-cup, a brew of pawpaw, orange juice and cherry brandy so thick it wouldn't pour but had to be ejected by giving the bottle a smart smack on the rear end.
+Thinking over my repertoire of adjectives, my mind recalls words like "colossal", "salubrious", "super", and even "bon-oh", but actually there is only one word that could possibly describe our Christmas Party, and with your permission I would like to say, "**What a mighty show!**" Yes, that's what you and I thought as we left the party, still too merry to realise that it was all over far another year, but of course everything must have an ending. It must have a beginning too. The beginning is simple enough; all you had to do was to hand your ticket to our doorman (usually called the Social Secretary) that is, if you had a ticket. If you didn't a hand magically appeared and without even blinking an eyelid Rosso was saying "15/- Thank you". I had been told that if you walk in backwards they think you are coming out, but our Ross is too smart to fall for this form of trickery. The people inside were treated to quite a show of strong-arm tactics on the part of the doorman. Snow in particular making four or five attempts at invasion but each time being repelled most effectively. He finished up paying his l5/-.
-IF YOU ARE GOING PLACES CONTACT
-SCENIC MOTOR TOURS,
+From this simple beginning time naturally marched on, as time waits for no man, not even a Bushwalker. Most people (now I wouldn't say everyone) were becoming very merry and carefree at this stage, probably due to the unaccustomed effect of the stronger of the soft drinks or to Dot's fruit-cup, a brew of pawpaw, orange juice and cherry brandy so thick it wouldn't pour but had to be ejected by giving the bottle a smart smack on the rear end.
-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 SUITABLE POINTS BY ARRANGEMENT.
+The feature of the night was the dancing, something Bushwalkers seem to excel at, never hesitating to put their best foot forward. There were the usual spills and smashes, typical of all the best gatherings such as Vice-Regal Balls and Bushwalker Dances. These bright interludes were not due to overcrowding so much as to the long strides and slides taken by some of the couples. In the middle of the floor we see the lengthy Anderson whose unique timing ("To Hell with the orchestra!") had just caused Elsie to come to grief. As he stands surveying the wreckage of this fair craft Pat's voice rings out, "Don't you know the Admiral should always go down with his ship!"
-FOR ALL INFORMATION
-WRITE TO P.O. BOX 60; KATOOMBA. TELEPHONE 60, KATOOMBA.
+There was a very good showing of older members who, if they weren't quite so boisterous as the younger fry, enjoyed themselves just as much meeting again the old friends of their walking days.
-L .
-.
-The feature of the night was the dancing, something Bushwalkers seem to excel at, never hesitating to put their best foot forward. There were the usual spills and smashes, typical of all the best gatherings such as Vice-Regal Balls and Bushwalker Dances. These bright interludes were not due to overcrowding so much as to the long strides and slides taken by some of the couples. In the middle of th,, floor we see the lengthy Anderson whose unique timing("To Hell with the orchestra1") had just caused Elsie to come to grief. As he stand: surveying the wreckage of this fair craft Pat's voice rings out, Don't you know the Admiral should always go down with his ship!"
-There was a very good showing of older members Who, if they weren't qlite so boisterous as the yotmger fry, enjoyed themselves just as much meeting again the old friends of their walking days.
 Supper seemed to infiltrate among the merrymakers daring the dancing, and between dances sausage rolls, fish patties, sandwiches and the works were consumed, being washed gently down by soft cool liquids.
-During the evening our New Zealand friends, Ian and Garth, led a group in the performance of a Maori haka. It was truly good to hear, providing a wonderfal atmosphere.
-Did you see the boys "skoalling"? It was a contest for men of
+During the evening our New Zealand friends, Ian and Garth, led a group in the performance of a Maori haka. It was truly good to hear, providing a wonderful atmosphere.
-stamina. I won't say who put up the most excellent &awing, making the more experienced drinkers hang their heads in shame at the newcomer's achievement.
-Towards the end of the evening balloons seemed to show their contempt by making loud noises as they burst on people's heads aad backs, whilst streamers fell under the onslaught of the dancing mass, to be trampled underfoot.
+Did you see the boys "skoalling"? It was a contest for men of stamina. I won't say who put up the most excellent showing, making the more experienced drinkers hang their heads in shame at the newcomer's achievement.
-The refrain of "Auld Lang Syne" broke out on the hour of midni and was sung with great gusto and feeling, the dancers joining hands in the traditional style and moving to the rhyt1.,,1 of this stirring tune. As the refrain gradually faded away our ex-President was heard to say "And a Merry Christmas to you all", followed by the voices of several members saying "Here-here!" It was apparently time to go home, and I am sure there were 124 people Who really enjoyed themselves at the S.B.W's 1954 Christmas Party. Here's hoping the next year's party doesn't take too long to arrive, if it's going to be as good as this year's The whole thing can be summed up by Snow's classical remark: The only thing wrong with our Christmas Dx.rtywas
-that it ended too soon".
+Towards the end of the evening balloons seemed to show their contempt by making loud noises as they burst on people's heads and backs, whilst streamers fell under the onslaught of the dancing mass, to be trampled underfoot.
-.1410.10.141191.01.1111141111PHEM1411.1.41
-Congratulations to those who didn't go on a recent private weekend along Korrowal Buttress with a party of senior members. They wer, seen hiring a taxi at Katoomba at 10 p.m. on Sunday after the walk to drive to Penrith rather than await a mail train at 2.30 a.m. on Monday morninge Such extravagance amongst senior Bushwalkars is to b3 deprecated. What made them so late? Are the years catching up with them?
+The refrain of "Auld Lang Syne" broke out on the hour of midnight and was sung with great gusto and feeling, the dancers joining hands in the traditional style and moving to the rhythm of this stirring tune. As the refrain gradually faded away our ex-President was heard to say "And a Merry Christmas to you all", followed by the voices of several members saying "Here-here!" It was apparently time to go home, and I am sure there were 124 people who really enjoyed themselves at the S.B.W's 1954 Christmas Party. Here's hoping the next year's party doesn't take too long to arrive, if it's going to be as good as this year's. The whole thing can be summed up by Snow's classical remark: "The only thing wrong with our Christmas Party was that it ended too soon".
-.
-WHO'D BE A BAULEER.
+----
-"Mulga".
-"A long way off, in the fullness of time, Small white cones, - heaps of line - Will show where Speleos have trod, - A Speleo being an Atomic Age bod; Who of free will, in a boiler suit, Living on nuts and a little dried fruit, Would enter a caveiin and rant and rave 'Bout a dingy bole, a musty cave,
+Congratulations to those who didn't go on a recent private weekend along Korrowal Buttress with a party of senior members. They were seen hiring a taxi at Katoomba at 10 p.m. on Sunday after the walk to drive to Penrith rather than await a mail train at 2.30 a.m. on Monday morning. Such extravagance amongst senior Bushwalkers is to be deprecated. What made them so late? Are the years catching up with them?
-And slip and slither and tumble down Covered in mud, to land on his crown - Then gaze in wonder by acetylene light, Though all around was as dark as night, At the curious shapes of rod and shawl Which hung from roof and grew from wall -
-But back to the present, the time has come,
+=====Who'd Be A Baulker.=====
-To describe the explorings, the deeds of some, Who from our midst, adventurers bold
+- "Mulga".
+"A long way off, in the fullness of time,\\
+Small white cones, - heaps of lime -\\
+Will show where Speleos have trod,\\
+- A Speleo being an Atomic Age bod;\\
+Who of free will, in a boiler suit,\\
+Living on nuts and a little dried fruit,\\
+Would enter a cavern and rant and rave\\
+'Bout a dingy bole, a musty cave,\\
+And slip and slither and tumble down\\
+Covered in mud, to land on his crown -\\
+Then gaze in wonder by acetylene light,\\
+Though all around was as dark as night,\\
+At the curious shapes of rod and shawl\\
+Which hung from roof and grew from wall -
+But back to the present, the time has come,\\
+To describe the explorings, the deeds of some,\\
+Who from our midst, adventurers bold\\
 Have gone below. Let the tale be told."
-Those lines have been lying on ILLS, desk for months. They could have formed part of a proposed Revue which fell through because the Prospective writers had enough an their hands, and anyhow you know hol, hard it is to get people to rehearse and so on. After the terrific introductory build up, uttered by a back stage 'sepulchral voice, there would be a loud splash and a Speleo would creep across stage holding his dripping seat and muttering:
-"Brrr, my tale is told".
+Those lines have been lying on my desk for months. They could have formed part of a proposed Revue, which fell through because the Prospective writers had enough an their hands, and anyhow you know how hard it is to get people to rehearse and so on. After the terrific introductory build up, uttered by a back stage sepulchral voice, there would be a loud splash and a Speleo would creep across stage holding his dripping seat and muttering:
-The fact that the humour of this little act had to be laboriously explained to some of my acquaintances Whom I had credited with imagination and a lively sense of fun hardly augured well for the proposed but now defunct Revue.
-Then I thought I might use them as a prelude to an article on Caving (written by someone else, because I don't indulge in such daring feats myself), but none have come forward. I had the chance to go into"a sink hole on the wrong end Of a rope at Bungonia a few months ago, and had I raised the couragel my epic verse might well have preluded a scintillating article - "Mulga Plumbs the Depths" instead of the more appropriate title at the head of this page.
+"Brrr, my tale __is__ told".
-I do aver, though, that caving has more appeal than dangling on a rope over cliff faces or climbing up something really frightening when you can easily stroll up the adjoining gully. Take that Bungonta mob, sitting on the boulders at the Gorge entrance, gazing longingly at the cliffs an the South side and figuring out the easiest route to. fissure which might have led to a cave system. Why, a fly couldn't climb up there without suffering from vertigo!
-A Certain Party has ideas about rock climbing of the type daring enou to require rope. "There's nothing to it" so she tells me, "but of course if you don't like it just sdfer in silence, I dOn't mind, really." Anyhow, I boought a sixty-foot length of rope,
+The fact that the humour of this little act had to be laboriously explained to some of my acquaintances whom I had credited with imagination and a lively sense of fun hardly augured well for the proposed but now defunct Revue.
-.
-and a book on how to Olimb mountains, Tall off them and rescue injuredpeople fram crevasses, and if I can't woo her away from the sport by
+Then I thought I might use them as a prelude to an article on Caving (written by someone else, because I don't indulge in such daring feats myself), but none have come forward. I had the chance to go into a sink hole on the wrong end of a rope at Bungonia a few months ago, and had I raised the courage, my epic verse might well have preluded a scintillating article - "Mulga Plumbs the Depths" - instead of the more appropriate title at the head of this page.
-illustrating that it's not as easy as it looks, I can at least tie her to a handy tree while I sit peacefully in the sun and think how pleasant it is to be a Baulker.
-SEVEN IN A BOAT AD HOOPER.
+I do aver, though, that caving has more appeal than dangling on a rope over cliff faces or climbing up something really frightening when you can easily stroll up the adjoining gully. Take that Bungonia mob, sitting on the boulders at the Gorge entrance, gazing longingly at the cliffs an the South side and figuring out the easiest route to a fissure which might have led to a cave system. Why, a fly couldn't climb up there without suffering from vertigo!
+A Certain Party has ideas about rock climbing of the type daring enough to require rope. "There's nothing to it" so she tells me, "but of course if you don't like it just suffer in silence, I don't mind, really." Anyhow, I bought a sixty-foot length of rope, and a book on how to climb mountains, fall off them and rescue injured people from crevasses, and if I can't woo her away from the sport by illustrating that it's not as easy as it looks, I can at least tie her to a handy tree while I sit peacefully in the sun and think how pleasant it is to be a Baulker.
+=====Seven In A Boat, And Hooper.=====
 - Don Newis.
- Arriving at Turramurra*Station on the dot of 6.30 as arranged I found Bev Price, Betty Swain, Peter Stitt and Neil Monteith all waiting for inc. The taxi driver informed us that the other three, Brian Anderson, John Thornthwaite and Jim Hooper, had gone on and were waiting for us. We reached Bobbin Head... and also reached into our pockets to pay the taxi fare. As the boat, at first slowly then faster, drew away from the wharf many thoughts passed through our minds. "Here", I thought, "ends, all hope of a'peaceful relaxing weekend; also, what did our caMeranan, Mr. Hooper, and his partner in CRIME, Mr. Anderson, have in store for us?" With these thoughts to accompany us we proceeded along Cow= Greek.
-The girls, who were feeling the hunger pains more than the rest of us, suggested that tea would not be out of place, so while they were preparing the food Mr. Hooper, who could' not wait, said he must have a brew before his meal, to which all agreed. Had we known how many brews Jim can consume in a night we would have thrown the teapot ovetboard. Tea being finished the plates were stacked on the side of the sink to dry. Later, while we were passing anOther 30-footer, the wash encountered caused the boat to roll slightly, enough anyway to send six soup plates crashing to the floor whence only one was recovered in a condition fit to eat out of.'
+Arriving at Turramurra Station on the dot of 6.30 as arranged I found Bev Price, Betty Swain, Peter Stitt and Neil Monteith all waiting for me. The taxi driver informed us that the other three, Brian Anderson, John Thornthwaite and Jim Hooper, had gone on and were waiting for us. We reached Bobbin Head... and also reached into our pockets to pay the taxi fare. As the boat, at first slowly then faster, drew away from the wharf many thoughts passed through our minds. "Here", I thought, "ends all hope of a peaceful relaxing weekend; also, what did our cameraman, Mr. Hooper, and his partner in CRIME, Mr. Anderson, have in store for us?" With these thoughts to accompany us we proceeded along Cowan Creek.
-The Aldis lamp supplied by Jim was by this time attached to the power point and a powerful gleam of light probed into the blackness of the night: By the time wa reached the bridge we had had about 7 cups of tea. The person or persons who sat on the roof of the cabin holding the lamp and directing the,helmsnan where to gb were in a continuous frozen stupour. Is it any wonder we nearly ran aground on numerous occasions! Fortunately they mould wake in time' to direct the boat' frad the other side. -
-Past.Wiseman's Ferry, and the number of cups of tea ever rising. About 4 arm. Una-Vogue guest house was sighted and we decided to drop anchor 'and get some sleep, but first a cup of tea, bringing the number of cups of tea up to 19 since Bobbin Head. All is calm and quiet.- almost. Suddenly a hatch is thrown open and water cascades down on to pea0efu1 -Admiral Anderson. Like an enraged bull he stanps along the corridor uttering terrible oaths, heading towards the one who would interrupt his peaceful sleep. The culPrit, tho'was only of 'short stature compared with the Admiral (was, in fact, the smallest male on the boat), retreated to the dingy. But was he safe there? No! That is Why we see one young man with only one oar fast disappearing, downstream. After mastering the art of rowing with one oar
+The girls, who were feeling the hunger pains more than the rest of us, suggested that tea would not be out of place, so while they were preparing the food Mr. Hooper, who could not wait, said he must have a brew before his meal, to which all agreed. Had we known how many brews Jim can consume in a night we would have thrown the teapot overboard. Tea being finished the plates were stacked on the side of the sink to dry. Later, while we were passing another 30-footer, the wash encountered caused the boat to roll slightly, enough anyway to send six soup plates crashing to the floor whence only one was recovered in a condition fit to eat out of.
-.
-he again boards the boat, and taking the other oar goes rowing for about li hours at 4.30 in the morning - Ahl the sweet madness of Bushwalker stupidity. And now, slinking past the sleeping Anderson, etc., he resumes his position and leaves all his troubles behind in the peaceful oblivion of sleep.
+The Aldis lamp supplied by Jim was by this time attached to the power point and a powerful gleam of light probed into the blackness of the night. By the time wa reached the bridge we had had about 7 cups of tea. The person or persons who sat on the roof of the cabin holding the lamp and directing the helmsman where to go were in a continuous frozen stupour. Is it any wonder we nearly ran aground on numerous occasions! Fortunately they would wake in time to direct the boat from the other side.
-About 8 a.m. all were awakened by the sound of the Admiral making preparations for breakfast. As there were now no soup plates and we were supposed to eat cornflakes, Brian thoughtfully filled the glass tumblers with cornflakes and lots of tinned fruit, and amore pleasant-looking meal was never seen. The only query was, how mudh of one's daily food requirement is obtained from one glassful of Kellogg's Corn Flakes? After nothing more serious thal Betty falling down in the engine while the oil etc was being checked, we eventually reached a stretch of the Colo River suitable for swimming. The tide was fast running in, and all our efforts to swim against the torrent were useless - we would have to cling to the dingy While it towed us on the return trip to the boat.
-We grew tired of the battle against the tide and decided to
+Past Wiseman's Ferry, and the number of cups of tea ever rising. About 4 a.m. Una-Vogue guest house was sighted and we decided to drop anchor and get some sleep, but first a cup of tea, bringing the number of cups of tea up to 19 since Bobbin Head. All is calm and quiet - almost. Suddenly a hatch is thrown open and water cascades down on to peaceful Admiral Anderson. Like an enraged bull he stamps along the corridor uttering terrible oaths, heading towards the one who would interrupt his peaceful sleep. The culprit, who was only of short stature compared with the Admiral (was, in fact, the smallest male on the boat), retreated to the dingy. But was he safe there? No! That is why we see one young man with only one oar fast disappearing downstream. After mastering the art of rowing with one oar he again boards the boat, and taking the other oar goes rowing for about 1 1/2 hours at 4.30 in the morning - Ah! the sweet madness of Bushwalker stupidity. And now, slinking past the sleeping Anderson, etc., he resumes his position and leaves all his troubles behind in the peaceful oblivion of sleep.
-return to Wiseman's Ferry and the Hawkesbury. On arriving at WisemanFerry all except the smallest male adjourned to the house on the hill,
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+About 8 a.m. all were awakened by the sound of the Admiral making preparations for breakfast. As there were now no soup plates and we were supposed to eat cornflakes, Brian thoughtfully filled the glass tumblers with cornflakes and lots of tinned fruit, and a more pleasant-looking meal was never seen. The only query was, how much of one's daily food requirement is obtained from one glassful of Kellogg's Corn Flakes? After nothing more serious than Betty falling down in the engine while the oil etc. was being checked, we eventually reached a stretch of the Colo River suitable for swimming. The tide was fast running in, and all our efforts to swim against the torrent were useless - we would have to cling to the dingy while it towed us on the return trip to the boat.
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+We grew tired of the battle against the tide and decided to return to Wiseman's Ferry and the Hawkesbury. On arriving at Wiseman's Ferry all except the smallest male adjourned to the house on the hill, leaving me in contact with them by walkie-talkie radio. After refilling operations (themselves with drinks and the boat with petrol) they shot a few scenes of the movie. I was only told about this, and do not feel that sufficient information was passed on to me to write about it. Coming down the hill John and Brian were horseplaying when suddenly one of their most prized possessions - a bottle of lager - fell from between Brian's fingers and smashed on the road, causing deep concern to all.
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+After all had again boarded the boat it was decided that we would go up the MacDonald River as far as possible for the night, and in the morning we would shoot some of the scenes for Mr. Hooper's movie film which we had been promising to do all the week-end. We found a suitable place to drop the anchor for the night and settled down after tea on the roof of the cabin to enjoy the quiet and solitude of the wonderful summer's night. I am finding I am lacking in adjectives to tell you how wondrous was the night. The feeling of companionship was very strong as we lay there in the stillness of the evening. I feel it is such nights that make the fraternity of Bushwalkers so complete for each and every one of us.
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+We adjourned to our bunks about 10 o'clock and were awake fairly early. On the return trip to the Hawkesbury we commenced to shoot for Jim's movie. When we came upon a suitable stretch of water long enough and deep enough for doing numerous turns in, John and Neil were put in the dingy and cast off with strict orders to pick up Brian when he was dislodged from the boat. Imagine a long peaceful stretch of water. Ahead, lying on the water, is a rowboat. A 30-ft. cruiser comes full-speed down the river. The smallest male sits on the bow of the cruiser reading a newspaper. The Admiral comes along and abuses me. (All who know the Admiral well will realise how well versed he is in this subject.) I then deftly push him overboard and all that can be heard is "Gee, it's sure going fast," "Ain't it a lone: way to fall", etc. etc. All I feel is satisfaction. After repeating the procedure, we then continue on to Wiseman's Ferry. On the way there scenes were shot indoors - one of a very low character stealing one of the remaining bottles and hiding it from the others. On arriving at Wiseman's the cameraman called for more action than had previously been wanted from us. The Admiral left the boat by way of the dingy to inspect the mainland, and after being towed through reeds feet higher than the person doing the towing, reached the land successfully. He then turned round, to see great columns of smoke issuing from the forward hatch. He frantically returned to his ship to find the main trouble was that Bev and Betty had two pipes which they were making futile attempts to smoke. After all had been recorded on celluloid we decided to make for Pittwater, which would be a hurried visit, then back to Bobbin Head. On the trip down the only event worth recording was the sinking of the dingy with first Brian, then Stitt, being sunk in it, and the loss of the frying pan in the process. Entering Broken Bay the swell made the boat roll and pitch, and sitting as far up in the bow as one can go was the Admiral like a small boy with a new toy enjoying the larger waves as the spray splashed over his face, etc. On entering the quiet waters of Pittwater the Admiral took the helm, and for the home run it was alternate helmsmen. Half way back half the script was washed into the sea. On once again. We entered Cowan Creek and preparations were made to leave the ship at Bobbin Head. Having successfully moored the boat by 6.45 we sat ourselves down near the telephone booth while Brian worked out how much we eached owed him. Oh my! What a complicated process! At 8.45 we caught a train bound for Sydney with Brian still mumbling about "John owes me 2/6d. and I owe him ,... etc. etc."
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+It happens every so often. Edna Garrad had 27 starters for her Goondera Brook day walk last July. Then, after months of day walk doldrums, and right at the end of the walking season, Kevin Ardill got a bag of 17 (7 prospectives and 10 members) on his day walk along George's River. Maybe it was the cool bright day, or the fact that the excursion was the last test walk on the current programme. Maybe the fact that as Membership Secretary the leader inspired the confidence of the 4 lady Prospectives. Whatever the reason "turn up in force" was the order of the day --- the force including Alex Colley and Max Gentle after many moons of comparative obscurity. The prospectives got a nice selection of members' names for their lists, everyone had a good gossip and an enjoyable day. Let's have more well attended day walks --- it's fun for you and an encouragement to the leader.
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-leaving me in contact with them by-walkie-talkie radio. After refilling operations (themselves with drinks and the boat with petrol) they shot a few scenes of the movie. I was only told about this, and do not feel that sufficient information was passed on to me to write about it. Coming down the hill John and Brian were horseplaying when suddenly one of their most prized possessions - a bottl of lager - fell from between Brian's fingers and smashed on the road, causing de,,: concern to all.
-After all had again boarded the boat it was decided that we wou1, go up the MacDonald River as far as possible for the night, and in th morning we would shoot some of the scenes for Mr. Hooper 's movie film which we had been promising to do all the week-end. We found a suitable place to drop the anchor for the night and settled dawn after
-tea on the roof of the cabin to enjoy the quiet and solitude of the wonderful summer's night. I am finding I am lacking in adjectives to tell you how wondrous was the night. The feeling of companionship was very strong as we lay there in the stillness of the evening. I feel it is such nights that make the fraternity of Bushwalkers so complete for each and every one of us.
-We adjourned to our bunks about 10 o'clock and were awake fairly early. On the return trip to the Hawkesbury we commenced to shoot for Jim's movie. When we came upon 'a suitable stretch'of water long enough and deep enough for doing numerous turns in, John and Neil werc put in the dingy and cast off with strict orders to pick up Brian when he was dislodged from the boat. Imagine a long peaceful stretch of water. Ahead, lying on the water, is a rowboat. A 30-ft. cruiser comes full-speed down the river. The smallest male sits on the bow of the cruiser reading a newspaper. The Admiral comes along and abuses me. (All who know the Admiral well will realise how well versed he is in this subject.) I then deftly push him overboard and all that can be heard is "Gee, it's sure going fast," "Ain't it a lone: way to fall", etc. etc. All I feel is satisfaction. After repeating the procedure, we then continue on to Wiseman's Ferry. On the way there scenes were shot indoors - one of a very low character Aealint; one of the remaining bottles and hiding it from the others. On arriving at Wiseman's the cameraman called for more action than had previously been wanted from us. The Admiral left the boat by way of the dingy to inspect the mainland, and after being towed through reed feet higher than the perscn doing the towing, reached the land succes;', fully. He then turned round, to see great columns of smoke issuing from the forward hatch. He frantically returned to his ship to find the main trouble was that Bev and Betty had two pipes which they were making futile attempts to smoke. After all had been recorded on celluloid we decided to make for Pittwater, which would be a hurried visit, then back-to Bobbin Head. On the trip down the only event worth recording was the sinking of the dingy with first Brian, then Stitt, being sunk in it, and the loss of the frying pan in the procesE Entering Broken Bay the swell made the boat roll and pitch, and sitting as far up in the bow as one can go was the Admiral like a small boy with a new toy enjoying the larger waves as the spray splashed over his face, etc. On entering the quiet waters of Pit twater the Admiral took the helms, and for the home run it was alternate helmsmen, Half way back half the script mus washed into the sea. On once again, We entered Cowan Creek and preparations were made to leave the ship
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-at Bobbin Head. Having successfully moored the boat by 6.45 we sat ourselves down near the telephone booth While Brian worked out how much we cached owed him. Oh my! What a complicated process! At 8.45 we caught a train bound for Sydney with Brian still mumbling about hJohn owes me 2/6d. and I owe him ,... etc. etc."
-It happens every so often. Edna Garad had 27 starters for her Goondera Brook day walk last July. Then, after months of day walk doldrums, and right at the end of the walking season, Kevin Ardill got a bag of 17 (7 prospectives and 10 members) on his day walk along Georgefs River. Maybe it was the cool bright day, or the fact that
-the excursion was the last test walk on the current programme. Maybe the fact that as Membership Secretary the leader inspired the confidence of the 4 lady Prospectives. Whatever the reason "turn up in forcer was the order of the day --- the force including Alex Colley and Max
-Gentle after many moons of comparative obscurity. The prospectives
-got a nice selection of members' names for their lists, everyone had
-a good gossip and an enjoyable day. Letts have mo, well attended day walks --- it's fun for you and an encouragement to the leader.
 Happy future to Vera Matasin Who has just been married.
-NEXT INSTRUCTIONAL WILL BE HELD AT NORTH ERA ON FEB.26/27TH9
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+Next Instructional will be held at North Era on February 26/27th.
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+- W.L. Hume.
 HANKESBURY RIVER SCENIC PRESERVATION. The Movement is giving full support to the Hawkesbiary Sceiirrn7servation Council in its campaign to prevent despoliation of the Hawkesbury River foreshores. The objective is to secure the aotive co-operation of the local population all interested organisations, and Government and Municipal authorities, for the preservation of the natural beauty of the Hawkesbury, which at present largely unspoiled. As the first step, efforts are being concentrated on the Warrah-Kariong National Park proposal.
 DEEWHY LAGOON. Warringah Shire Council has been asked by the Movement to use every possible means to preserve the natural vegetation in the area lying between Barrenjoey Road and the lagoon, and to see that every care is taken to avoid disturbance of the bird life in this vicinity. The Council has also been asked not to permit the construction of golf links or tennis courts in this section of the reserve.