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 The Brent Goose will no doubt continue to winter in England where, even if he has no vote, he enjoys representation.
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-IT WAS ALL_ SNOW'S FAULT
- or
+====== It Was All Snow's Fault - Or Bludging with Brown ======
-BLUDGING WITH BROWN
-- By the whole party.
+By the whole party.
 This was a typical S.B.W. trip; it didn't go - well, anyway, not as per programme.
-Originally we were to go to Colong Caves and Snow Brown was leader, but Snow was lurking at Penrith refreshment rooms so the party made a snap decision at Central to take the leader to Jenolan. The beauty of this scheme was that we had heard that the Catholic Bushwalkers were also going to Jenolan that week-end, presumably
-with permission to cave, and here was our opportunity for some first- class bludging - perhaps we could even borrow their duralumin ladder.
+Originally we were to go to Colong Caves and Snow Brown was leader, but Snow was lurking at Penrith refreshment rooms so the party made a snap decision at Central to take the leader to Jenolan. The beauty of this scheme was that we had heard that the Catholic Bushwalkers were also going to Jenolan that week-end, presumably with permission to cave, and here was our opportunity for some first- class bludging - perhaps we could even borrow their duralumin ladder.
-The Admiral escorted the three girls of the party into a dog- box with a gent in one corner and a do-dah-what in the other. (Sorry to have to mention this structure, but both it and the gent are important to our story.) The Admiral outlined the plot to utilize the C.B.C. by careful infiltration of their camp and unobtrusively
-adding ourselves to their party whilst caving. "Whacko," said we, "that sound's beautl" A smirk slid over the silent gent's face.
+The Admiral escorted the three girls of the party into a dog-box with a gent in one corner and a do-dah-what in the other. (Sorry to have to mention this structure, but both it and the gent are important to our story.) The Admiral outlined the plot to utilize the C.B.C. by careful infiltration of their camp and unobtrusively adding ourselves to their party whilst caving. "Whacko," said we, "that sound's beaut!" A smirk slid over the silent gent's face.
-From then on the conversation became more general. And then a second plot emerged - Heather hid one pack in the do-dah-what
-so when Snow joined us he would think that the Admiral hadn't turned
+From then on the conversation became more general. And then a second plot emerged - Heather hid one pack in the do-dah-what so when Snow joined us he would think that the Admiral hadn't turned up, thus leaving Snow unchaperoned with the three girls. Unfortunately the Admiral himself didn't have time to hide.
-up, thus 7eaving Snow unchaperoned with the three girls. Unfortunately the Admiral himself didn't have time to hide.
-Snow joined us at Penrith counted packs and bods, and assumed the gent in the corner was a tourist, which indeed he looked with clean shoes and creasedpants. We told you it was all Snow's fault.
+Snow joined us at Penrith counted packs and bods, and assumed the gent in the corner was a tourist, which indeed he looked with clean shoes and creased pants. We told you it was all Snow's fault.
-We elaborated the Admiral's plan of the advantages of friendly relationship with the C.B.C., and then started on the jucier items of club gossip, Marathons - oops, long walks - Kowmung trips and Love-a-ducks and ducklings. The other occupant of our compartment actually smiled at our mention of such queer names as the Dalai Lel,ma, Donna, The Admiral, The Sheriff and Snow.
-Disaster struck at Blackheath As our silent friend prepared to leave us we saw the medallion badge on his pack, and now he claimed one of the caving helmets in the luggage rack. He was a member of the CB.C. caving trileJ Now we understood the reason for his silent amusement. A thousand horrors Z What had we said. A little applied psychology was needed to save the day and the Admiral was the men to do it by claiming friendship with the leaders of their trip. So he proceeded to shoot a line of bull g "Did some of your mob go by train? I thought you were all travelling by car with
+We elaborated the Admiral's plan of the advantages of friendly relationship with the C.B.C., and then started on the juicier items of club gossip, Marathons - oops, long walks - Kowmung trips and Love-a-ducks and ducklings. The other occupant of our compartment actually smiled at our mention of such queer names as the Dalai Lama, Donna, The Admiral, The Sheriff and Snow.
-Sc
+Disaster struck at Blackheath. As our silent friend prepared to leave us we saw the medallion badge on his pack, and now he claimed one of the caving helmets in the luggage rack. He was a member of the C.B.C. caving trip. Now we understood the reason for his silent amusement. A thousand horrors. What had we said. A little applied psychology was needed to save the day and the Admiral was the man to do it by claiming friendship with the leaders of their trip. So he proceeded to shoot a line of bull "Did some of your mob go by train? I thought you were all travelling by car with Elaine Skinner, Basil Jackson and my friend Jim Weston. Do you know Jim Weston?"
-.
-Elaine Skinner, Basil Jackson and my friend Jim Weston. Do you know Jim Weston?"
+Our silent gent gave us a long, deep, thoughtful look before he replied, "I am Jim Weston." For once S.B.W. had nothing to say - not even the Admiral.
-Our silent gent gave us a long, deep, thoughtful look before he replied, "I am Jim Weston."
-For once S.B.W. had nothing to say - not even the Admiral.
+As the train moved slowly out of Blackheath we collapsed on the floor helpless with laughter. For the rest of the trip to Mt. Victoria we racked our brains, with heartfelt groans, to recall what we had said. Our next problem was what we were going to say when we met the C.B.C. party.
-As the train moved slowly out of Blackheath we collapsed on the floa helpless with laughter. For the rest of the trip to Mt. Victoria we racked our brains, with heartfelt groans, to recall what we had said. Our next Problem was what we were going to say when we met
-* the C.B.C. party.
+Fortunately we reached the campsite first and grabbed the best possies and tent poles and pinched the woodpile. We were in bed when they arrived, so it was 10 o'clock next morning before the two parties met. Even then relations were still friendly, the reason being that Jim hadn't arrived.
-Fortunately we reached the campsite first and grabbed the best possies and tent poles and pinched the woodpile. We were in bed when they arrived, so It was 10 o'clock next morning before the two parties met. Even then relations were still friendly, the reason being that Jim hadn't arrived.
-However, on our return from caving it was obvious that the cat was out of the bag and that Weston had spilt the beans. So we approached in fear and trembling when we saw their knowing grins - should we be brave or should we sneak past? Then we decided on the brazen approach, "Does anyone here know o ur friend Jim Weston?"
+However, on our return from caving it was obvious that the cat was out of the bag and that Weston had spilt the beans. So we approached in fear and trembling when we saw their knowing grins - should we be brave or should we sneak past? Then we decided on the brazen approach, "Does anyone here know our friend Jim Weston?"
-Evidently they all did, and so do we now. Just ask any of our party do they know Jim Weston and they'll say, "Do we know Jim Weston? Just ask us. Do we know our old friend Weston? Gosh, we're old pals - we've even got a colour 61ide to prove it. Why Jim has even been caving with us at Jenolan."
+Evidently they all did, and so do we now. Just ask any of our party do they know Jim Weston and they'll say, "Do we know Jim Weston? Just ask us. Do we know our old friend Weston? Gosh, we're old pals - we've even got a colour s1ide to prove it. Why Jim has even been caving with us at Jenolan."
 THE JOYS OF AQUA-LUNGING
 (As seen through the eyes of a novice)