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====No.244 March 1955 Price 6d.==== | ====No.244 March 1955 Price 6d.==== | ||
- | |**Co-Editors**|Dot Butler, Boundary Road, Wahroonga (JW2208). Geof Wagg, 19 Mary Street, | + | |**Co-Editors**|Dot Butler, Boundary Road, Wahroonga (JW2208). Geof Wagg, 19 Mary Street, Blacktown.| |
|**Business Manager**|Alex Colley (XAl255)| | |**Business Manager**|Alex Colley (XAl255)| | ||
|**Sales & Subs**|Jess Martin| | |**Sales & Subs**|Jess Martin| | ||
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"Come to Rene's Party" said that whimsical folder with the strong Bean flavour. Sounded simple enough - such parties are always happening. Knowing Rene so long and well made it a must. I expected to find the usual roll up of a Club night - but just the reverse - only a few of the young fry were there. But it was a grand party of early members, surely the finest compliment Rene could wish to enjoy.- No reunion can I recall with such a warm glow of feeling - maybe t'was the beautiful mellowing of a quarter century. (Fashion note: light tinted hair seemed to be the mode.) As the Man in the Corner - given to observation - I'll say it was more than a birthday party - it was a demonstration of the real meaning of the S.B.W. Surely the founders never imagined the extent of the pairing to be, and the fruit thereof could be seen playing around in dozens. | "Come to Rene's Party" said that whimsical folder with the strong Bean flavour. Sounded simple enough - such parties are always happening. Knowing Rene so long and well made it a must. I expected to find the usual roll up of a Club night - but just the reverse - only a few of the young fry were there. But it was a grand party of early members, surely the finest compliment Rene could wish to enjoy.- No reunion can I recall with such a warm glow of feeling - maybe t'was the beautiful mellowing of a quarter century. (Fashion note: light tinted hair seemed to be the mode.) As the Man in the Corner - given to observation - I'll say it was more than a birthday party - it was a demonstration of the real meaning of the S.B.W. Surely the founders never imagined the extent of the pairing to be, and the fruit thereof could be seen playing around in dozens. | ||
- | Back on the main track - the Rene affair. What a party! And what a place! - not to be sought afar, but right here at home in Rootsie' | + | Back on the main track - the Rene affair. What a party! And what a place! - not to be sought afar, but right here at home in Rootsie' |
- | actually a mannikin parade of pals, some not seen for 20 years. Most of the cast of the Mouin affair were there, including Norm Coulton and Alan Rigby, the actual finders of the delectable quintette. Yea, even Harold Chardon, the inventor of modified Morse. | + | |
Having socked us into a swamp at Paddy' | Having socked us into a swamp at Paddy' | ||
- | There' | + | There' |
Lemme see - was I at Rootsies? I was. About that feed - the tasters - gallons of 'em, were beautifully flavoured by tricks known to dieticians (did Wally show judgment). Came tea and trimmings, and then THE event: __The Cake__. | Lemme see - was I at Rootsies? I was. About that feed - the tasters - gallons of 'em, were beautifully flavoured by tricks known to dieticians (did Wally show judgment). Came tea and trimmings, and then THE event: __The Cake__. | ||
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We can also help with propaganda leaflets and showings of colour transparencies. | We can also help with propaganda leaflets and showings of colour transparencies. | ||
+ | =====Our Trip To The Bogong High Plains.===== | ||
+ | - Bon-oh. | ||
- | OUR TRIP T02,0GONG HIGH PLAINS. | + | Firstly, let me introduce you to the members of the trip. Our party consisted of six all told, Tine Koetsia, Grace Aird and Beverley Price, and the boys, Don Mathews, Geof Wagg and myself. |
- | - Bon-oh. | + | Now that we have our starters I can proceed to tell you something |
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- | Firstly, let me introduce you to the members of th trap, Our | + | |
- | r),I.rty consisted of six all told, Tine Koetsia, Grace Aird and Beverle7 | + | |
- | P:-ice, and the boys, Don Mathews, Geof Wagg and myself. | + | |
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- | that we have our starters I can proceed to tell you solnethine; | + | |
- | of the whereabouts of the Bogong High Plains. They are fmnd about | + | |
- | 50 miles south-east of Albury, their average height above sea-level | + | |
- | being about 5,600 ft. with several higher peaks: Mt. BoFong | + | |
- | Mt. Cope (6,025?), Mt. Loch (61144') and Mt. Feathertop (6, | + | |
- | to the extent of the High Plains, the northern section is dominated | + | |
- | by Mt. Bogong, the southernmost peak is Mt. Hotham, and Mt.FeathertoP | + | |
- | is on the western boundary. The total length is appx=u7i--, | + | |
miles. | miles. | ||
- | | + | Our plan was to climb Mt. Bogong from Tawonga, then proceed |
- | to Mt. Hotham, then double back in a NNW direction to Mt. Feathertop, | + | |
- | thence down to Harrietville. | + | |
- | look at the Mt. Buffalo National Park for a couple of days, then hitc | + | |
- | to Albury and home by taro. The plan allowed us six days walking on | + | |
- | the High Plains. | + | |
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- | We left Sydney on Christmas night. We will dispense with the | + | |
- | unnecess ary details of our train journey to Albury. Our next step | + | |
- | was to board a bus to Tawonga. After a certain amount of searching | + | |
- | the bus depot was found. Our transport was due to leave at 9.30 a.m. | + | |
- | or thereabouts (it turned out to be thereabouts), | + | |
- | hours to see Albury. It was Boxing Day. The only place open for | + | |
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- | down the main street and to the Botanical Gardens gave us time to | + | |
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- | Our bus rolled out of the shed at 9.45 and proceeded very | + | |
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+ | We left Sydney on Christmas night. We will dispense with the unnecessary details of our train journey to Albury. Our next step was to board a bus to Tawonga. After a certain amount of searching the bus depot was found. Our transport was due to leave at 9.30 a.m. or thereabouts (it turned out to be thereabouts), | ||
- | cautiously along the main road, with the driver clearing his throat | + | Our bus rolled out of the shed at 9.45 and proceeded very cautiously along the main road, with the driver clearing his throat to tell us all about the local sights. "On your left..." |
- | to tell us all about the local sights. "On your left..." | + | |
- | say, then "On your right..", | + | |
- | presented themselves, such as the butter factory and the football | + | |
- | ground. His next remark was, whilst crossing the bridge across the | + | |
Murray River "In a moment you will be in Victoria" | Murray River "In a moment you will be in Victoria" | ||
- | Towards midday we had our first glimpse of Mt. Bogong.. It lookor' | + | Towards midday we had our first glimpse of Mt. Bogong. It looked |
- | exciting from the road towering above all othEr ridges, and being | + | |
- | clear of vegetation it seemed to stand out from the surrounding ridge | + | |
- | We reached Tawonga and found it boasted a store and a pub. I | + | We reached Tawonga and found it boasted a store and a pub. I didn't see the horse and dog, but it was a friendly |
- | didn't see the horse and dog, but it was a friendly | + | |
- | storekeeper gave us all a lecture on how to " | + | |
- | assured us that more fish are caught this way than any other, that | + | |
- | if one's hook is bitten off by an eel. We had lunch on the banks at | + | |
- | the Kiewn River, then some little time was spent taking | + | |
- | Mt, Bogong to the chatter of " | + | |
- | light, is there?" | + | |
- | we could see the horrible details that confronted us, meaning, of | + | |
- | course, that we had a road bash of 10 miles to the base of the Stair- | + | |
- | case Ridge which was to be our ascent ridge. | + | |
- | ov.o with" was the general cry. Don and Tine not being interested | + | |
- | the art of photography went on ahead and set us a most difficult | + | |
- | during the afternoon to catch them. The sun beat merwiessly | + | |
- | backs as we walked along the road. And we walked and walked. Oh, | + | |
- | poor feet on this first day out! At long last we crossed Mountain | + | |
- | Creek and spotted a tent on a clear space near the stream, smoke from | + | |
- | the campfire announcing the presence of a billy of boiling water foil | + | |
- | a cuma. Although this spot was some 4 miles short of the base of | + | |
- | the ridge it was good enough for us, and a swim in the creek settled | + | |
- | it. As we cooked the evening | + | |
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- | of clouds racing across | + | Monday morning found us up at 5 a.m. and away by 7 a.m. We soon got rid of the four miles of road and found ourselves at the base of a ridge. The map showed the Staircase Ridge commencing at the end of the road, and as we were at the end of the road with a track leading up the ridge we presumed it was the Staircase Ridge. Our hard work had now started - 4,500' to climb in 4 miles to the summit. We climbed steadily for 3 hours and lunched in sight of the summit with a mile left to go. The trees had now given way to grassy slopes, as we had passed the timber line. Snow daisies grew in great confusion, and a fine display of colour |
- | tinted golden red as they passe0 through | + | |
- | Monday morning found us up at 5 a.m. and away by 7 a.m. We soon | + | Before continuing I must explain |
- | got rid of the four miles of road and found ourselves at the base of | + | |
- | a ridge. The map showed | + | |
- | the road, and as we were at the end of the road with a track leading | + | |
- | up the ridge we presumed it was the Staircase Ridge. | + | |
- | had now started 4,500' to climb in 4 riles to the summit. We | + | |
- | climbed steadily for 3 hours and lunched in sight of the summit with | + | |
- | a mile left to go. The trees had now given way to grassy slopes, as | + | |
- | we had passed | + | |
- | and a fine display of colour they gave to the ridge sides. The sumrit | + | |
- | but stood like a sentinel just below the trig which we reached by | + | |
- | 4.30 p.m. Absence of firewood on the bleak mountain top made cooking | + | |
- | a longish procedure. As the sun went down the wind arose and the | + | |
- | flight of the Bogong moths began - literally millions of these small | + | |
- | moths flew round in crazy circles above us. | + | |
- | Before continuing I must explain | + | A howling wind was the feature of the night. The intrepid members |
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- | was apparent to us, when we looked back, that we had not come up the | + | |
- | Staircase Ridge at all. Since the map was made the road has been | + | |
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- | A howling wind was the feature | + | The sun's rays commenced |
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- | the defiant little tent against | + | |
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- | how '1.1e chill wind penetrated all night. | + | |
- | The sunfs rays commenced the thawing | + | Tuesday afternoon turned |
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- | 9.45 the first of the walking on the High Plains | + | |
- | us at the Cleve gale Memorial Hut. This was built of stone and looked | + | |
- | as though it was built to withstand severe blizzards.' | + | |
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- | the time to go sheltering in huts, so after sweets | + | |
- | our way onwards | + | |
- | ed 1 D.M. and a lunch stand was called for, all being unanimously in | + | |
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- | were lined up for an application of sunburn cream from Tine. | + | |
- | Tuesday afternoon turned out to be a scrub bash down the T-spur | + | Boys and girls moved upstream and downstream respectively |
- | which led down to Big River. The scrub got thicker as we got lower | + | |
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- | much discussion we decided to camp here, although it was only 3.30 p.n, | + | |
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- | High Plains. The High Plains is dissected | + | |
- | along the plateau means going down to the river and up to the oame | + | |
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+ | The stillness of the night was broken by a lot of noise coming from the fireplace. Torches cut a beam through the darkness to show a possum nosing through the billies and other things lying around. It was amusing to see him sitting on his hind legs with his front paws holding some of his stolen food, eating away most unconcernedly. His huge goggle-eyes seemed to reflect the torch beam back at us. The drama was broken by a rock hurled by Geof. The night marauder scampered away and we were at last able to go to sleep. | ||
- | + | We arose at some unearthly | |
- | PHOTOGRAPHY ! ? ! I | + | |
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- | Boys and girls moved upstream and downstream respectively to | + | |
- | swim and wash. Soon after, Geof was buss making his eail7 damper | + | |
- | while our dried veges soaked and the Mellah set in tae cold water Of | + | |
- | the river. There were actually three food parties, one being Geof, | + | |
- | Grace and Beverley, another Don and Tine, and then myself, a last | + | |
- | minute starter of the drip, but my own food list. However I was well | + | |
- | looked after by Don and Tine. | + | |
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- | The stillness of the night was broken by a lot of noise coming | + | |
- | from the fireplace. Torches cut a beam through the darkness to show | + | |
- | a possum nosing through the billies and other things lying around. It | + | |
- | was amusing to see him sitting bn his hind legs with his front paws | + | |
- | holding some of his stolen food, eating away most unconcernedly. His | + | |
- | huge goggle-eyes seemed to reflect the torch beam back at us. The | + | |
- | drama was broken by a rock hurled by Geof. The night marauder | + | |
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- | rucksacks for a 6.30 a.m. start. We crossed the river in the first | + | |
- | hundred yards of the day's walk, carrying our footwear across so we | + | |
- | could have dry feet for the rest of the day. Beverley swayed | + | |
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- | in midstream, and Bev's new camera looked like getting a ducking, | + | |
- | when she shouted "Catch this!" and next moment to our surprise a | + | |
- | camera was making its way through the air to be brilliantly caught by | + | |
Don on the bank. "Well caught, Sir" we shouted, much to Bev's relief. | Don on the bank. "Well caught, Sir" we shouted, much to Bev's relief. | ||
- | | + | The ridge went upwards and onwards - seemingly endless, |
- | ridges on hot days. We beat the rising mist to the top and it was | + | |
- | good to look back across the valley, the mist hiding its depths with a | + | |
- | soft white floor. Flowers showed themselves everywhere, especially | + | |
- | trigger plants and snow daisies. Here and there were clumps of golden | + | |
- | yellow buttercups, and bushes of pea flower added splashes of yellow | + | |
- | to the ridge. | + | |
- | | + | Snow poles marked the junction of the tracks on top of the High Plain, with notices pointing in all directions. If you ever find yourself at this point don't do what we did and proceed to Timm' |
- | Plain, with notices pointing in all directions. If you ever find | + | |
- | yourself at this point don't do what we did and proceed to Timmes | + | |
- | Lookout. I don't say that Timm's Lookout isn't very nice, but it is | + | |
- | in the opposite direction to the route that is normally taken past | + | |
- | Mt. Nelson. After discovering our humiliating mistake, we retraced | + | |
- | our steps for the two mileS we had come and then proceeded once again | + | |
- | along the Mt. Nelson track, but this time it really was the Mt. Nelson | + | |
- | track. We had lunch a mile or so past Mt. Nelson under ' | + | |
- | shade of some snow gums. | + | |
- | The distance was consumed fairly rapidly after lunch, | + | The distance was consumed fairly rapidly after lunch, |
- | reached snow pole 241 the workings of heavy machinery at the State | + | |
- | Electricity Commission camp could be heard. | + | |
- | has loom built right on the track, which meant that we went ript | + | |
- | through the middle of it. As we walked through the arm, heavy earth | + | |
- | moving equipment rolled by, turning the once peaceful | + | |
- | a mechanical nightmare. It was good to leave the noise and dust | + | |
- | behind as we climbed around | + | |
- | centre of interest to the camp, the huge mechanical shovels biting | + | |
- | into it and loading the basalt into trucks to be carted away. | + | |
- | Wallace' | + | Wallace' |
- | mile of this but were three others. The huts were, with only one w | + | |
- | exception, the "Scout Hut", (i.e. a ski lodge presumably built by | + | |
- | scouts) all in a most disreputable condition and only in a severe | + | |
- | blizzard would one pluck up enough courage to camp in one. | + | |
- | Camp for the night was set up just before Cope Hut, the last one | + | Camp for the night was set up just before Cope Hut, the last one of the bunch. The weather looked threatening, |
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- | ing us as we pitched camp, but looking out of the tent in the morning | + | |
- | blue sky greeted us, so breakfast was hurried and we were on our way | + | |
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- | main track by--passes Mt. Cope by a half mile. That meant a half mile | + | |
- | walk from the track to the summit, so packs were dropped at the | + | |
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- | | + | The view from Mt. Cope is probably the best on the High Plains, or I should say the most extensive view, due to the fact that Mt.Cope |
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- | pictures we beat a hasty retreat to the main track. The climb there | + | |
- | and back had taken thour, those with cameras taking one hour, the | + | |
snow daisies being irresistable close-up shots. | snow daisies being irresistable close-up shots. | ||
- | Catching Grace took a little while. The track now went around | + | Catching Grace took a little while. The track now went around Mt. Jim,. on whose southern side we made our mid-day halt. As we had lunch we could see Mt. Feathertop towering above the High Plains, the West Kiewa River valley |
- | Mt. Jim,. on whose southern side we made our mid-day halt. As we had | + | |
- | lunch we could see Mt. Feathertop towering above the High Plains, | + | |
- | the West Kiewa River cTalley | + | |
- | and I left 30 minutes before the others. Dropping down 1-,500 brought | + | |
- | us to the'Cobungra River. As the afternoon wore on Geoffrey came down | + | |
- | the ridge, but no Grace and Bev. "Where are the girls?" | + | |
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- | Mt. Feathertop.. We gave them a little while longer but they did not | + | |
- | appear, so' | + | |
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- | for 17.s. | + | |
- | It was shaving time before-tea that night, because we were bein; | + | It was shaving time before tea that night, because we were being scolded |
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- | blade hacked into our now tender. whiskers. Don was rewarded, with a | + | |
- | cheek rub with Tine to prove how smooth his beardless | + | |
- | . | + | We crossed the Cobungra at 8.15 next morning |
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- | Its name, the top being clothed in soft white clouds_ T1.-) ridge was | + | |
- | long and steep, but quite good underfoot. From Mt. Loch to Mt. HothaT | + | |
- | was unfortunately a road bash. Diamentina Hut was to bate been our | + | |
- | camp spot that night, but one look at it and we moved on, dropping | + | |
- | down a small gully to Diamentina Creek. We made camp at 12 midday. | + | |
- | Please excuse our early camp, but it was New Year's Eve, | + | |
- | Don suggested that for a little celebration we should have tea | + | Don suggested that for a little celebration we should have tea at the Chalet at Mt. Hotham. This suggestion was thought a wonderful idea by all. So at 3 p.m. we made ourselves look reasonably |
- | at the Chalet at Mt. Hotham. This suggestion was thought a wonderful | + | |
- | idea by all. So at 3 p.m. we made ourselves look reasonably | + | |
- | able and walked round the road leading to the Chalet. From the | + | |
- | roadway the ridge, or Razorback as it is called, can be seen axtendir4 | + | |
- | fram Hotham to Mt. Feathertop, a distance of 6 miles. We soon reachcc, | + | |
- | the Chalet and the Manager was consulted by our Business Manager Don, | + | |
- | who arranged the evening meal at a cost of 10/- per head. It was | + | |
- | 4 p.m. and tea was to be served at 6.30 p.m, - 22 hours to fill in. | + | |
- | Geof went back for Bev who had decided to rest instead of walking to | + | |
- | the Chalet, meanwhile we other four took a walk along the road past | + | |
- | the Chalet, | + | |
- | At 6.30 p.m. we were seated at a large table in the dtnang | + | At 6.30 p.m. we were seated at a large table in the dining |
- | with Geoffrey placing on the table the mysterious little box he had | + | |
- | carried all the trip. To our surprise it was a box of sweets, and | + | |
- | verj. dellcious | + | |
- | table constitutions, | + | |
- | rapidly before the soup. It was a real 3-course | + | |
- | b7 the sweets from Geofts | + | |
- | A golden-red sunset lit the sky as we made our way back to our | + | A golden-red sunset lit the sky as we made our way back to our camp. By 9 p.m. we had a fire burning brightly for a brew. The darkness of the hillside was interrupted by the light of a torch as someone made his way down the slope towards us. It turned out to be one of the chaps who was building a ski-hut about 200 yards from where we were camped. "Like to come up to the hut for a little celebration" |
- | camp. By 9 p.m. we had a fire burning brightly for a brew. Tne | + | |
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+ | The first day of 1955 dawned upon us. Away by 7.50, our objective was Mt. Feathertop by lunch time. The ridge leading there was a continuous narrow ridge 6 miles long and inclined to be bumpy in parts. The track sidled the ridge most of the way making it reasonably flat, and our progress was rapid. We reached the foot of Mt. Feathertop by 10.15 a.m. The best part of an hour was spent at the saddle looking at the memorial cairn, photographing and resting. Don started to climb the mountain before us. Beverley decided to carry on to Feathertop Bungalow and wait for us there. By the time Geof, Grace and I had started, Don was on his way down. We met half way, muttered a few words, and Don scrambled on downwards to Tine who was waiting at the bottom for him. Meanwhile we continued our climb to the top. From the trig the view was mighty. Mt. Hotham showed up on the horizon, and the Mt. Buffalo plateau could be clearly seen. | ||
+ | Lunch at the but was good, due to the stimulating properties of tea. Our hunger was temporarily assuaged by Vita-weets or Rye-vitas, whichever you could stand the most, then off for Harrietville. There were two tracks on the ridge leading down into Harrietville. There must have been because Don, Tine and I followed a track, and Geof, Grace and Bev followed a track. Unfortunately we three ended up three miles short of the town and had to road bash back to Harrietville, | ||
- | darkness | + | A reunion was held at the milk bar in Harrietville, |
- | someone made his way down the slope towards us. It turned out to be | + | =====Annual Swimming Carnival.===== |
- | one of the chaps who was building | + | Half a dozen or so young members camped at Lake Eckerslie on the Saturday night, but the main bulk of competitors arrived at irregular intervals on Sunday morning. We were sorry to see our President departing about 10 a.m., but Jim had an appointment with a tubful of nappies - a priority on the list of most new fathers I'm told. That left us with no President past or present to win the Underwater swim, but it was won by maybe a President-to-be. |
- | where we were camped. " | + | Everybody was happy to wait till Bill Henley turned |
- | celebration" | + | As soon as Bill arrived there was swift action and the first race the Men' |
- | Eve. Midnight found us singing Auld Lang Syne and saying to our | + | There were more men than lady starters for the Mandleberg Cup, so lots were drawn and many unlucky moles eliminated through lack of partners. A bit of a problem arose when the race was won by Roy Bruggy |
- | hosts that we really must be going. They saw our point of view, beinc | + | The lung power of some of the men in the underwater swim was little short of incredible. We can understand Kevin Ardill showing up among the winners, but how do you explain the fact that the best effort was made by one of the least vocal of Club members, the quietly spoken George Grey? |
- | el7.-311shwalkers now turned to the pleasures of skiing and tbey sympath: | + | The Peanut Scramble came just in time, as lunch was overdue and folk were getting hungry. Everyone went in, just for the peanuts. |
- | iced with us. So we made our way down the slope to the tents in | + | It was a very satisfactory Swimming Carnival, ably conducted by Bill and Kevin. Appended are the results :- |
- | happy frame of mind, and sleep was soon upon us. | + | |Men's C' |
+ | | |2. Roy Bruggy| |2. Heather Joyce| | ||
+ | | |3. Alan Walker| |3. Dot Butler| | ||
+ | |Men's B' | ||
+ | | |2. Don Newis| |2. Dot Butler| | ||
+ | | |3. Alan Walker| |3. Elsie Bruggy| | ||
+ | |Mandleberg Cup|1. Rona Butler | ||
+ | | |2. Heather Joyce - Don Newts| | | | ||
+ | | |3. Grace Aird - Ken Meadows| | | | ||
+ | |Long Plunge|1. Kevin Ardill|Underwater Swim.|1. George Grey| | ||
+ | | |2. John de Bavay| |2. Alan Walker| | ||
+ | | |3. Alan Walker| |3. Kevin Ardill| | ||
+ | |Relay Race|1. The Ardill team| | | | ||
+ | Peanut Scramble (Men) 1. George Grey (39): | ||
+ | Henley Cup: Kevin Ardill 7 points, Grace Aird 6 1/2 points | ||
- | The first day of 1955 dawned upon us. Away by 7.50, our object- | + | =====The Infernal Combustion Engine===== |
- | ive was Mt. Feathertop by lunch time. The ridge leading ,here was a | + | or |
- | continuous narrow ridge 6 miles long and inclined to be bumpy in | + | ====The Joys Of Motoring.==== |
- | parts. The track sidled the ridge most of the way making it reason | + | - Alex Colley. |
- | ably flat, and our progress was rapid. We reached | + | Who is primarily to blame for it is obscure, but a German named Otto is discredited with one of the basic ideas. He invented a means of compressing a mixture of air and gas in a cylinder, igniting it, and driving a piston with the resulting explosion. The invention is known as the Otto four stroke cycle, and the idea is simple enough. But to make it work, means had to be provided |
- | Mt. Feathertop by 10.15 a.m. The best pdrt of an hour was spent at | + | The resulting contraption was complex, noisy and dirty. It sucked in good clean air and expelled it as carbon dioxide, oil fumes, poison gas and goodness knows what else. But it didn't need bulky fuel and could usually be started in a few seconds. First it was used in stationary engines, later to drive a " |
- | the saddle looking at the memorial cairn, photographing | + | One of the effects of fast mechanical locomotion along roadways was that the relaxing and health giving pastime of walking along country roads became a thing of the past. This was partly because of the noise, dust, smell and danger of the whizzing vehicles, but perhaps more because people became obsessed with a craze for moving fast on wheels; whether there was any real need to be somewhere else; or whether the place reached was better than the one left, didn't matter. What instinct is satisfied by movement, in cars I don't know, but at least it is not peculiar to man; most dogs love riding in cars. To many, fast movement for its own sake becomes an obsession. I have observed some 70 drivers on a reliability trial speeding one after another along a once quiet country road, raising clouds of dust and grit, and oblivious of some of the most beautiful scenery in the state. Some like doing this sort of thing for weeks on end. Walking for pleasure is now confined mainly to bushwalkers who are regarded as peculiar, if not demented. |
- | Don started | + | The movement of a vehicle by means of the internal combustion engine introduced problems beyond the production of power; it had to be steered by a complex mechanism; on corners one back wheel had to be driven faster than the other; the jolting of iron tyres on roads, though endurable by the human frame, would soon put a complex engine out of action, hence pneumatic tyres, soft springs, shock absorbers to cushion the rebound, stabiliser bars and the rest. To these were added other refinements, |
- | car* on to Feathertop Bungalow | + | The vibration caused by the explosions in the cylinders, together with the jolting from the roads, were reduced as engines, suspension, tyres and roads improved, but they were never eliminated. Hence the 4,000 parts, even if welded or bolted together, are always tending to work loose, crack or break. Heat, grit, air, water and other erosive elements are constantly at work on the sensitive parts. It is not therefore |
- | Geof, Grace and I had started, Don was on his way down. We met half | + | Let us imagine a newly fledged motorist, having invested years of savings or mortgaged his future earnings in acquiring an automobile, and having endured the tortures of learning to drive, setting forth to enjoy himself. His driving will, of necessity, be done mainly at weekends, and he will probably yearn for the open country. There are four direct routes he may take - The Princes, Hume, Western or Pacific Highways. Setting off along one of these routes he will, if statistically inclined, be reminded that there are some 700,000 vehicles registered in N.S.W., and that a good proportion of the owners have the same idea as himself. Hence his drive is not, as he may have imagined, a pleasant country excursion, but a constant vigil to avoid running into the car in front, being run into from behind, avoiding the ones who pass and "cut in", getting round large, slow moving vehicles without banging into an oncoming car, and so on. He will not have driven long before other statistics, and their cause, are impressed on his mind. If he keeps his eyes on the road, drives carefully and is constantly alert, he has a fair chance of avoiding an accident, providing he doesn' |
- | way, muttered a few words, and. Don scrambled on downwards | + | If there are passengers in the car they too will be under tension, particularly if they can drive. In their steel-encased confinement all are vibrated, jolted |
- | was waiting at the bottom for him. Meanwhile we continued our climb | + | Perhaps, though, it is all worth while to reach some panorama or sylvan glade far from the city's turmoil. At every panorama there will be dozens of cars and hundreds of people. Seasoned motorists anticipate this, and I have often observed them burying their heads in newspapers on arrival at lookouts. Sylvan glades are all occupied by kiosks and tables, or littered with garbage. Perhaps |
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- | to the top. From the trig the view was mighty. Mt. Hotham showed up | + | |
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- | on the horizon, and the Mt. Buffalo plateau could be clearly seen. | + | |
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- | Lunch at the but was good, due to the stimulating properties of | + | |
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- | tea. Our hunger was temporarily assuaged by Vita-weets or Rye-vitas, | + | |
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- | whichever you could stand the most, then off for Harrietville. There | + | |
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- | were two tracks on the ridge leading down into Harrietville. There | + | |
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- | must have been because Don, Tine and I followed a track, and Geof, | + | |
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- | Grace and Bev followed a track. Unfortunately we three ended up thre | + | |
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- | miles short of the town and had to road bash back to Harrietville, | + | |
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- | whilst the other three came down a steep pinch and ended up right in | + | |
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- | the town. I am still trying to convince myself that ti o map was wrong, | + | |
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- | 11 reunion was held at the milk bar in Harrietville, | + | |
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- | tho road looking for a side track to take us to the river. The | + | |
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- | soon found on the river to camp. Earlier in the afternoon a Lander- | + | |
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- | storm had gathered giving us a shower for ten or fifteen -inutes, but | + | |
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- | now as we camped the clouds seemed to melt away before us, revealing | + | |
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- | blue sky once again. It was the finale of our Bogong trip, and if | + | |
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- | Mt. Buffalo could offer us the same amount of enjoyment and picture | + | |
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- | Half a dozen or so young members camped at Lake Eckerslie on the | + | |
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- | left us with no President past or present to win the Underwater swirri | + | |
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- | but it was won by maybe a President-to-be. | + | |
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- | 11,v1vuudy was happy to wait till Bill Henley turned up. He had | + | |
- | been to Rene Brown' | + | |
- | missed his train connections, | + | |
- | 11 a.m. People put in the time swimming and lazing on the sand, | + | |
- | prt_.4_sing underwater swimming, or enticing a friendly little fish | + | |
- | out of his rock hiding place with crumbs. | + | |
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- | As soon as Bill arrived there was swift action and the first race | + | |
- | the Ments Championship, | + | |
- | tors. There were not so many in the Ladies' | + | |
- | could swim put up an enthusiastic showing. Jenny was sad because she | + | |
- | could find no one to gossip with her as she swam. | + | |
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- | There were more men than lady starters for the Mandleberg Cup, | + | |
- | so lots were drawn and many unlucky moles eliminated through lack of | + | |
- | partners. A bit of a problem arose when the race was won by Roy | + | |
- | Bruggy and his partner, Rona Butler, a member of the S.B.W. by minus | + | |
- | five years. However Bill ruled her a legitimate starter. | + | |
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- | The lung power of some of the men in the underwater swim was | + | |
- | little short of incredible. We can understand Kevin Ardill showing | + | |
- | up among the winners, but how do you explain the fact that the best | + | |
- | effort was made by one of the least vocal of Club members, the quietly | + | |
- | spoken George Grey? | + | |
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- | The Peanut Scramble came just in time, as lunch was overdue arid: | + | |
- | folk were getting hungry. Everyone went in, just for the Peanuts. | + | |
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- | It was a very satisfactory Swimming Carnival, ably conduc%ed | + | |
- | by Bill and Kevin. Appended are the results :- | + | |
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- | EtnILILELLR. 1. Kevin Ardill | + | |
- | 2. Roy Bruggy | + | |
- | 3. Alan Walker | + | |
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- | Men's Bistroke. 1. George Grey | + | |
- | ----- 2. Don Newis !..)ot Butler | + | |
- | 3. Alan Walker | + | |
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- | Mandleberg Cup., 1, Rona Butler | + | |
- | 2. Heather Joyce - Don Newts | + | |
- | 3. Grace Aird - Ken Meadows | + | |
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- | Long; Plume . 1. Kevin Ardill Underwater Swim. 1. George Grey | + | |
- | 2. John de Bavay --- 2. Alan Walker | + | |
- | 3. Alan Walker | + | |
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- | Relay Race. 1. The Ardill team. | + | |
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- | Peanut Scramble (Men) 1. George Grey (39): | + | |
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- | Grace Aird 62 " | + | |
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- | THE INFERNAL COMBUSTION ENGINE | + | |
- | or | + | |
- | THE JOYS OP MOTORING. | + | |
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- | . Alex Colley. | + | |
- | + | ||
- | Who is primarily to blame for it is obscure, but a German named | + | |
- | Otto is discredited with one of the basic ideas. He invented a means | + | |
- | of compressing a mixture of air and gas in a cylinder, igniting it, | + | |
- | and driving a piston with the resulting explosion. The invention is | + | |
- | known as the Otto four stroke cycle, and the idea is simple enough. | + | |
- | But to make it work, means had to be provided of mixing the air and | + | |
- | gas thoroughly and in the right proportions. Electric sparks had to | + | |
- | be generated and explode the mixture at the right instant. The heat | + | |
- | generated had to be reduced or the engine would seize up. It had to | + | |
- | be oiled or it would heat up and wear out in quick time. | + | |
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- | The resulting contraption was complex, noisy and iirty. It | + | |
- | sucked in good clean air and expelled it as carbon dioxide, oil fumes, | + | |
- | poison gas and goodness knows what else. But it didn't need bulky | + | |
- | fuel and could usually be started in a few seconds. First it was | + | |
- | Lwed in stationary engines, later to drive a " | + | |
- | aeroplane propellors, tractors and other machines. It spread on to | + | |
- | the roads, into the quiet countryside, | + | |
- | was remote enough to escape the ' | + | |
- | the roar of the larger ones. Forests, | + | |
- | by bulldozer-made roads. " | + | |
- | drive near to their victims. | + | |
- | + | ||
- | One of the effects of fast mechanical locomotion along roadways | + | |
- | was that the relaxing and health giving pastime of walking along | + | |
- | country roads became a thing of the past. This was partly because of | + | |
- | the noise, dust, smell and danger of the whizzing vehicles, but | + | |
- | perhaps more because people became obsessed with a craze for moving | + | |
- | fast on wheels; whether there was any real need to be somewhere else; | + | |
- | or whether the place reached was better than the one left, didn't | + | |
- | matter. What instinct is satisfied by movement, n cars I don't know, | + | |
- | but at least it is not peculiar to man; most dogs love riding in | + | |
- | cars. To many, fast movement for its own sake becomes an obsession. | + | |
- | I have observed some 70 drivers on a reliability trial speeding one | + | |
- | after another along a once quiet country road, raising clouds of dust | + | |
- | and grit, and oblivious of some of the most beautiful scenery in tge | + | |
- | state. Some like doing this sort of thing far weeks on end. Walking | + | |
- | for pleasure is now confined mainly to bushwalkers who are regarded | + | |
- | as peculiar, if not demented. | + | |
- | + | ||
- | The movement of a vehicle by means of the internal combustion | + | |
- | engine introduced problems beyond the production of power; it had to | + | |
- | be steered by a ca Alex mechanism; on corners one back wheel had to | + | |
- | be rlriven faster than the other; the jolting of iron tyrea on roads, | + | |
- | thou3h endurable by the human frame," | + | |
- | out of action, hence pneumatic tyres, soft springs, shock absorbers | + | |
- | to cushion the rebound, ' | + | |
- | added other refinements, | + | |
- | to the style of the day. In order to harness the power of gasoline | + | |
- | o move a person or persons on four wheels, a vehicle weighing a ton | + | |
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- | 17. | + | |
- | or more, costing a full year's earnings for most, and having some | + | |
- | 4,000 parts, was necessary. | + | |
- | + | ||
- | The vibration caused by the explosions in the cylinders, togethe | + | |
- | with the jolting from the roads, were reduced as engines, suspension, | + | |
- | tyres and, roads improved, but they were never eliminated. Hence the | + | |
- | 4,000 parts, even if welded or bolted together, are always tending to | + | |
- | work loose, crack or break. Heat, grit, air, water and other erosive | + | |
- | elements are constantly at work on the sensitive parts. It is not | + | |
- | tllerefore to be wondered that there is always sciaething wrong with a | + | |
- | ins for car and that, if it is to work at all, constant attention is | + | |
- | necessary. The things that Stop it are seldom major breakages, except | + | |
- | in accidents. A loose screw, a little bit of wear, a Mt of dirt | + | |
- | on contact points, or something too small to be noticed, as, for | + | |
- | instance, a hairline crack in a bit of porcelain, will stop it as | + | |
- | surely as a brick wall, and may take even a mechanic hours to discover | + | |
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- | Let us imagine a newly fledged motorist, having invested years of | + | |
- | savings or mortgaged his future earnings in acquiring an automobile, | + | |
- | and having endured the tortures of learning to drive, setting for | + | |
- | to enjoy himself. His driving will, of necessity, be done mainly at | + | |
- | weekends, and he will probably yearn for the open country. There are | + | |
- | four direct routes he may take - The Princes, Hume, Western or | + | |
- | Pacific Highways. Setting off along one of these routes he will, if | + | |
- | statistically inclined, be reminded that there are some 700,000 | + | |
- | vehicles registered in N.S.W., and that a good proportion of the | + | |
- | owners have the same idea as himself. Hence his drive is not, as he | + | |
- | may have imagined, a pleasant country excursion, but a constant vigil | + | |
- | to avoid running into the car in front, "being an into from behind, | + | |
- | avoiding the ones who pass and cut in , getting round large, slow | + | |
- | moving vehicles without banging into an oncoming car, and so on. He | + | |
- | will not have driven long before other statistics, and their cause, | + | |
- | are impressed on. his mind. If he keeps his eyes on the road, drives | + | |
- | carefully and is constantly alert, he has a fPir chance of avoiding | + | |
- | an accident, providin he doesn' | + | |
- | wrong side of the road, or a vehicle out of control. He cannot look | + | |
- | around and enjoy his surroundings. Unless he is a very, experienced | + | |
- | driver he cannot even converse freely without risking that fraction | + | |
- | of a second' | + | |
- | is.that the driver is moving at a speed much faster than his | + | |
- | intellect is designed to handle. | + | |
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- | If 'there are passengers in the car they too will be vender | + | |
- | tension, particularly if they can drive. In their steel.-encased | + | |
- | confinement all are vibrated, jolted and swayed together. Tempers | + | |
- | rise, and families nag, while the effort of concentrating above thp | + | |
- | hubbub adds to the driver' | + | |
- | first sign of strain, even though open skirmishing may be restrained. | + | |
- | + | ||
- | Perhaps, though, it is all worth while to reach some panorama | + | |
- | or sylvan glade far from the city's turmoil. At every panorama there | + | |
- | will be dozens of cars and hundreds of people. Seasoned motorists | + | |
- | anticipate this, and I have often observed them burying their heads | + | |
- | in newspapers on arrival at look-uts. Sylvan glades are all occupied | + | |
- | by kiosks and tables, or littered with garbage. Perhaps | + | |
- | decides to take a little bush track. If so he will find it lined | + | |
with bottles, tins and other rubbish. | with bottles, tins and other rubbish. | ||
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- | L8. | ||
- | But it is on the journey back that the motorist is truly sorry. | ||
- | He and his fellows, determined to get the thing over as quickly as | ||
- | possible, speed along the four highways, and, quite frequently, | ||
- | congeal into an unbroken queue on the outskirts of the city. Miles | ||
- | of progress in short crawls may ensue as darkness falls. | ||
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- | Then come holidays, and he is free to roam the roads. Setting | ||
- | off with caravan or tent, he heads for the open spaces. Surely along | ||
- | those vast distances good campsites abound. If our motorist is a | ||
- | bushwalker he is in for a shock. Bybushwalking standards there are | ||
- | no good campsites. Every otherwise pleasant site is already occupied, | ||
- | littered with rubbish, or camped out. Private property, though | ||
- | usually available oh request to bushwalkers, | ||
- | motorists who must camp with their cars near the roadway. | ||
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- | motorist to relax - provided he can stop worrying about those 4,000 | ||
- | parts. Unfortunately, | ||
- | increases he will become ever more aware of them; it is surprising | ||
- | how sensitive the ear becomes to squeaks, rattles, whine3 and niggles | ||
- | thc.o may herald the loosening or imminent breakdown of an important | ||
- | part, That hiss - was it a tyre subsiding, or a bit Nf we a road? | ||
- | On long journeys the tension may be lower, but it can be aumulative. | ||
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- | From the foregoing it may be construed that I don't own a car. | ||
- | This is correct. I have a vehicle, but even the Transilorb- Department | ||
- | doesn' | ||
- | traffic. In front there is no flimsy chrome wafer to serve as a | ||
- | burner, but a large steel girder. The back has no bumper, being | ||
- | mainly flat steel plating from which a flange projects horizontally | ||
- | at mudguard level. The lower bodywork is of aluminium which bends | ||
- | easily both inwards and outwards, and, however much pain': s removed, | ||
- | it will not rust. It has a canvas hood (like a covered waggon) which | ||
- | cannot be washed or polished. Safe speeds are ensured by the n-ise | ||
- | of the engine, which emits a high pitched whine at anything over | ||
- | 40 m.p.h. and at lower speed gives the passengers the illusion of | ||
- | speed without its dangers. The pringing is bad, the seats upright, | ||
- | and upholstery meagre.' | ||
- | alleged pleasure of it, and that neither of the regular passengers | ||
- | will ever suggest a prolonged tour. | ||
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- | THE LAIRD BARBECUE. | ||
- | Dot Butler. | + | But it is on the journey back that the motorist is truly sorry. He and his fellows, determined to get the thing over as quickly as possible, speed along the four highways, and, quite frequently, congeal into an unbroken queue on the outskirts of the city. Miles of progress in short crawls may ensue as darkness falls. |
- | We think the excuse | + | Then come holidays, and he is free to roam the roads. Setting off with caravan or tent, he heads for the open spaces. Surely along those vast distances good campsites abound. If our motorist is a bushwalker he is in for a shock. By bushwalking standards there are no good campsites. Every otherwise pleasant site is already occupied, littered with rubbish, or camped out. Private property, though usually available on request to bushwalkers, |
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- | We met in mass quantity under the electric clock at Central at | + | During |
- | 7 per:I" then emigrated | + | |
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- | an inebriated gent who lurched all over us and sang fol. us in a | + | |
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- | to relate, | + | |
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- | At length we emerged and stepped out at a smart pace for ,a'cer | + | |
- | suburbia | + | |
- | arrived. The Admiral took charge | + | |
- | higbly professional manner | + | |
- | now some sort of a reputation as fruit punch concoctors, were set the | + | |
- | job of producing a bowl of same. Meanwhile iolk milled around and | + | |
- | played quoits | + | |
- | other. The little dog called Harley, who was intended to be a 'boxer | + | |
- | but turned out to be a dachshund and goodness knows wh;it ese, bounded | + | |
- | madly in fifty directions at once chasing the ball, baing at the | + | |
- | highest pitch of his lungs, and a good time was had by all. | + | |
- | The cooking of the slabs of steak and sausages was a'masterpiece | + | From the foregoing it may be construed that I don't own a car. This is correct. I have a __vehicle__, |
- | of ingenuity. A wire bed frame was erected over the fire, a. sheet of | + | |
- | small mesh wire-netting spread on top to prevent | + | |
- | through, then all the meat was laid on and cooked to a turn in about | + | |
- | 20 minutes - a much better method | + | |
- | taking ten hours to render | + | |
- | remains red raw. | + | |
- | | + | =====The Laird Barbecue.===== |
- | took to its sleeping bags under a large canvas which Ross father | + | |
- | spread over the outsize rotary clothes hoist. Morning revealed to | + | |
- | the astonished neighbours slumbering bodies by the doten. As soon as | + | |
- | Geoffrey awoke there was no sleep for anyone any more, and in self | + | |
- | defence they got up for breakfast. Some folk brought their own, and | + | |
- | the rest were fed from the communal supply of Cornflakes blackberries | + | |
- | io' | + | |
- | Then Brian tried to leave to go home. Stitt was going to drive | + | Dot Butler. |
- | him to the station per motor bike. Oh, how that poor boy sufced! | + | |
- | First they took his bag away and hid it. Then he somehow regained | + | |
- | possession and was making a dash for the motor-bike he was seized bag | + | |
- | and all and carried bodily out to the back lawn again. So Peter got | + | |
- | an offsider to open the side gates and drove in to rescue the victim. | + | |
- | Unfortunate move! Goof now padlocked the gate and they were prison- | + | |
- | en:3 A kind-hearted Mr. Laird gave Brian the key, and at the | + | |
- | psychological moment he frantically fumbled open the gates and chey | + | |
- | were away. | + | |
- | The remainder of the party now went down to the local creek for | + | We think the excuse |
- | a swim. As we followed | + | |
- | suddenly confronted by a ferocious gentleman with a black stubble on | + | |
- | his chin, who forbade our further passage. I have heard some unusual | + | |
- | complaints levelled at walkers, but never one to equal his for sheer | + | |
- | amazing incredible inventiveness! I would blush to have to record, it | + | |
- | so I wonft. Seeing he was out numbered 20 to one it hardly seemed | + | |
- | cricket to surge past him regardless, so we retraced our steps to the | + | |
- | other side of the creek and continued' | + | |
- | swim, then back for lunch. (Poor Mrs. Laird, can't she get rid of her | + | |
- | guests!) A quarter of a mile from hone a most appetising smell | + | |
- | suggesting roast dinner assailed our nostrils. "And we're going back | + | |
- | to cold left-over sausages and watermelon" | + | |
- | and behold the delicious odour belonged right there - Mrs.,Laird had | + | |
- | built the remains | + | |
- | round with our mouths full thanking Ross for the really super party | + | |
- | we must remember to congratulate him especially on his happy choice | + | |
- | of parents. | + | |
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- | "TENTS MOMENTS" | + | |
+ | We met in mass quantity under the electric clock at Central at 7 p.m., then emigrated to the platform and caught our train. We completely filled one compartment, | ||
+ | At length we emerged and stepped out at a smart pace for outer suburbia and the Laird domicile. Before long some 40 odd bods had arrived. The Admiral took charge of the bar and dispensed beer in a highly professional manner to all takers, while Dave and Dot, who have now some sort of a reputation as fruit punch concoctors, were set the job of producing a bowl of same. Meanwhile folk milled around and played quoits or hurled a couple of medicine balls furiously at each other. The little dog called Harley, who was intended to be a boxer | ||
+ | but turned out to be a dachshund and goodness knows what ese, bounded madly in fifty directions at once chasing the ball, being at the highest pitch of his lungs, and a good time was had by all. | ||
- | Are our past tents better than our present, tents? | + | The cooking of the slabs of steak and sausages was a masterpiece of ingenuity. A wire bed frame was erected over the fire, a sheet of small mesh wire-netting spread on top to prevent |
- | Well, we often see an old timer bring in a tent | + | |
- | h3 bought back in t37 and reckon "they aren't as | + | |
- | good these days". Well, of course only time will | + | |
- | tell, but we have always endeavoured | + | |
- | high quality | + | |
- | tents will be spoken of just as proudly | + | |
- | future. | + | |
- | Right now we have a small stock of the latest and | + | The eating and festivities continued till 2 a.m. when the party took to its sleeping bags under a large canvas which Ross' father spread over the outsize rotary clothes hoist. Morning revealed to the astonished neighbours slumbering bodies by the dozen. As soon as Geoffrey awoke there was no sleep for anyone any more, and in self defence they got up for breakfast. Some folk brought their own, and the rest were fed from the communal supply of Cornflakes, blackberries, icing sugar and cream. |
- | most wonderful tent cloth we have ever seen. The | + | |
- | cloth is called " | + | |
- | the successful Everest expedition tents. A mixture | + | |
- | of nylon and cotton it will resist winds up to | + | |
- | 100 m.p.h. and is waterproof while still retaining | + | |
- | its " | + | |
- | Now just get out the smelling salts while I quote | + | |
- | a few prices :- | + | |
- | Two Man " | + | Then Brian tried to leave to go home. Stitt was going to drive him to the station per motor bike. Oh, how that poor boy suffered! First they took his bag away and hid it. Then he somehow regained possession and was making a dash for the motor-bike he was seized bag and all and carried bodily out to the back lawn again. So Peter got an offsider to open the side gates and drove in to rescue the victim. Unfortunate move! Geof now padlocked the gate and they were prisoners. A kind-hearted Mr. Laird gave Brian the key, and at the psychological moment he frantically fumbled open the gates and they were away. |
- | Glen 6'6 x 4t wall tent ... 20.17. 3 | + | |
- | Era 7t x 5' wall tent 25.19. 6. | + | |
- | Blimey! What is it lined with, gold? Well, no, | + | The remainder of the party now went down to the local creek for a swim. As we followed the creek down through the bush we were suddenly confronted by a ferocious gentleman |
- | but it is at least a golden colour and would make | + | |
- | a tent that would last for generations. Just think | + | |
- | of Mr. Laird patting his grandson | + | |
- | "Yes, Ross III, I bought that tent back in 155 but | + | |
- | they aren' | + | |
- | a.. | + | =====" |
- | PADDY PALL IN, | + | Are our past tents better than our present, tents? Well, we often see an old timer bring in a tent he bought back in '37 and reckon "they aren't as good these days" |
- | | + | Right now we have a small stock of the latest and most wonderful tent cloth we have ever seen. The cloth is called " |
- | 201 Castlereagh Street, Sydney. | + | |Two Man " |
+ | |Glen 6'6 x 4' wall tent|£20.17.3| | ||
+ | |Era 7' x 5' wall tent|£25.19.6| | ||
- | BM2685. | + | Blimey! What is it lined with, gold? Well, no, but it is at least a golden colour and would make a tent that would last for generations. Just think of Mr. Laird patting his grandson on the back - "Yes, Ross III, I bought that tent back in '55 but they aren't as good these days". |
- | + | ||
+ | Paddy Pallin, Lightweight Camp Gear, 201 Castlereagh Street, Sydney. BM2685. |
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