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The ship is sinking! Barbara Brown has just informed us that she will be unable to duplicate the Magazine after this issue as she has taken on a second job - that of usherette at night. Barbara has done a marvellous job over the past two years and now we wonder is there someone else who would take the job on? It isn't very difficult to turn the handle. | The ship is sinking! Barbara Brown has just informed us that she will be unable to duplicate the Magazine after this issue as she has taken on a second job - that of usherette at night. Barbara has done a marvellous job over the past two years and now we wonder is there someone else who would take the job on? It isn't very difficult to turn the handle. | ||
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- | THE S.B.W. versus TASMLNIa | + | ===== The S.B.W. |
- | Round Three Digby. | + | |
- | The angels who are assigned to bushwalkers smiled sweetly on us all that Tuesday we hitched from Lake St. Clair to Queenstown. Within four hours our four separate parties had been shifted sixty odd miles over a road that carried only a modicum of eligible cars and almost as many hitchhikers. There was much to do in Queenstown - letters to be mailed, collected and read; malted milks and ice cream to be consumed in quantity; personal shopping to be done; victuals to be replenished for the Frenchman' | + | |
- | campsite to be found This latter is no pushover in a town where | + | |
- | grass grows only in pampered front gardens. Our Public Relations Officers Joan and Don, were despatched on this important task and produced the goods in next to no time - a lush vacant allotment | + | |
- | with protecting trees, a loan of the owner' | + | |
- | pubs. This was our drop of luxury in the bucket of bushwalking | + | |
- | austerity but it nearly cost us a king's ransom - we felt sure we | + | |
- | would lose our Don (Juan) to the friendly young waitress who gave us | + | |
- | double helpings. However we managed to save him from his fate by | + | |
- | all sorts of artful lures and trumped up stories of-the fickleness | + | |
- | of women. One for the S.B.W. | + | |
- | Score: | + | |
- | S.B.W. 5 | + | |
- | Clr. | + | |
- | The next day was rest day and the party minus Grace and Geof eked it out on board the most fantastic little train this side of | + | |
- | toyland. It was the Mt. Lyell Company' | + | |
- | Strahan. There were some fine views of the King River Gorge en rout | + | |
- | but the river water carrying waste from the smelters would surely put even the best pea soup to shame. | + | |
- | Thursday morn found us out on the road again with thumbs up | + | |
- | hopefully, this tiIie bound for the Cap. It must have been an angels | + | |
- | holiday that day and progress was slow, but with the help of the devil aid a few of his devious ways we managed the Frenchman' | + | |
- | turn-off in dribs aid drabs. That night we pitched camp at the Lodden River in the customary drizzle, and it is at this point I musJ | + | |
- | record the infamous episodes of the Roots end the Mossies. Now. I | + | |
- | have nothing against the roots of trees in their proper place - after all, without roots there would be no trees - but I object strongly to their sinewy tentacles weaving in and out of the only bi | + | |
- | of earth, that sacred strip of earth where one must lay one's tired | + | |
- | body. Of course my comrades protest their innocence. It was pure coincidence that they were all at my end of the tenti Why they | + | |
- | weren' | + | |
- | up like mushrooms1, Well, I would be a silent martyr, I thought, and | + | |
- | put on a brave Yogi act. Ha ha J It was a tortuous experiment. I found the body will stand just so much and after being twisted into all the letters of the alphabet it finally gives up the ghost at 27,, | + | |
- | this being some three hours after A. Worse was to follow. The | + | |
- | _ , | + | |
- | attacked in force. You'd swear it was a giant conspiracy for they wanted only me (perhaps to carry off to their eyrie). It had gone | + | |
- | far enough. The others were awakened as I engaged in a torchlight | + | |
- | battle with the invaders. The only human sympathy I could get were the uncontrollable bursts of hysterical mirth that robbed my co-. tenters of five minutes of their precious sleep. At the first light of dawn I got up on the wrong side of the sleeping bag and had no hesitation in conceding Tasmania a double victory (a sort of private | + | |
- | one). | + | |
- | | + | |
- | S.B.W. | + | |
- | All that Friday we pushed upwards in threatening weather; up | + | |
- | to Lake Vera over the Barron Gap, and at last Tahune Hut, the final goal. We had not yet sighted the peak of Frenchman' | + | |
- | never happy unless it was brewing its own dirty weather. Writings in the Hut Book like U.. been here fourdays - have yet to see the Cap" did nothing to reassure us. If we could only have seen but a short 12 hours ahead.... | + | |
- | The time was 5 a.m. I was half conscious of a movement in the | + | |
- | tangled mass of sleeping beds that filled Tahune Hut. The vague | + | |
- | green shape of Goof arose end stumbled to the window, There was an awed gasp of wonder from his lips, a moment' | + | |
- | to believe it was not a dream. Across the Tahune Lake rose the greaL | + | |
- | sheer precipice of Frenchman' | + | |
- | formed the perfect background for this majestic peak, which, as though not content with itself alone, threw its image into the glass | + | |
- | waters of the lake beneath our feet. Behind us and stretching far | + | |
- | away into the north lay the Cradle Mt, Park, its valleys filled with mist, the baseless peaks jutting up into the clear sky above. Within minutes the Frenchman had faced a veritable battery of cameras and then we were all action plus to gobble up some breakfast and climb the mountain. We had never had more incentive. | + | |
- | It was indeed a morning to remember - the great quartzite masse5 all around us as we climbed and finally the reward of magnificent summit views on every side - peeks and jagged ranges stretching away to the horizon; tiny lakes tucked away in deep valleys from which the mist swirled up in eerie shapes. Nature had never been in | + | |
- | more impressive form. Up the S.B.W. | + | |
- | Score Tasmania .. 7 | + | |
- | S.B.W. ...... 8 | + | |
- | (No correspondence will be entered' | + | |
- | It was very nearly a repeat per2ormance the nbxt morning at the same unearthly hour. Something was lacking though (I'll leave this | + | |
- | 16. | + | |
- | to your imaginations) forcnly Geof and I could dig up the desire to | + | |
- | go jaunting off again. , We explored the Lion' | + | |
- | lakes beyond the North Col of Frenchman' | + | |
- | you get scenery like this? We basked in the early morning sun and wondered - some day we might return and .... | + | |
- | It was a happy carefree stay at Tahune Hut, full of good fun anc humour. I could tell of such things as Don't Sudden collapse into the lake while posing for a picture; the full-scale clothes-washing drive that made the hut look like a Chinese laundry; the high- altitude corn that sprouted profusely from the mouths of one and all | + | |
- | the hopeful ceremonial dipping of Joan's new (ex Queenstown) hat in the sacred waters of the lake in a vain attempt to make it stiff and | + | |
- | stylish; the bushcookery experiments that were won and lost and the | + | |
- | King Billy Pine that looked like wood but burned like a lost cause. When we bade farewell I'm afraid the hut book copped a bashing from | + | |
- | my sentimental pencil, much to the amusement of the others. They | + | |
- | talked in undertones about odes (or was it " | + | |
- | On the way out we camped overnight at Lake Vera and in the morning Geof decided to straighten out the tangled and monstrous financial (or unfinancial) position of each and every member. This was | + | |
- | so eahausting that we put on the old termite act and devised an | + | |
- | artful policy of passive resistance to our leader re packing up. | + | |
- | Well, when it comes to crushing rebellions there' | + | |
- | Gdof. Order was churned into chaos in seconds; tents collapsed as if struck by a hurricane; there was water everywhere without rain | + | |
- | and bodies and their chattels littered the landscape. Suffice it to | + | |
- | say that we moved off very smartly. | + | |
- | Scene: Our overnight campsite on the lush riverside greenery at Ouse, en route to Hobart. | + | |
- | Weather: Perfect - cloudless sky all day. Time: 7 p.m. | + | |
- | General Mood: Not over energetic - delight at good fortune with recent weather, | + | |
- | Conversation: | + | |
- | Geof: You're darn tootinl right. It's under the stars for us tonight. | + | |
- | Result: Pouring rain by 2 a.m. - seven saps soaked and shivering - grumblings aid rumblings as tents go up in the dark - never again! | + | |
- | Score: Tasmania 0..0 8 | + | |
- | 0.04 8 | + | |
- | The next day we were due in Hobart whence Goof and I must return | + | |
- | 17. | + | |
- | to the workaday world while the others did a spot of touring. Despitr the rain, Joan and Don tried their luck on the highway and, of course, they immediately wound up in a plush sedan heading straight for Hobart - Public Relations Plus; (Plus what? That's what we can't figure t) | + | |
- | The rest of us, deterred by a bit of a debacle the previous day, decided to play safe and catch the bus | + | |
- | Reunited in the little Big Smoke Down Under, the 134.g Food Orgy soon got under way. Hobart is famous for its food and it all started | + | |
- | when we couldn' | + | |
- | much for stomachs hungering again for the delicacies of civilization. There were ham and tomato rolls, cream puffs, rich buns and all the usuals and unusuals defying description. Luuch consisted of a com- | + | |
- | bined multiple cake-shop-fruit-stall-milk-bar-crawl spread over about | + | |
- | two hours in which vast quantities of edibles both good and not so good for you were consumed. How we weathered that 'plane trip | + | |
- | back to Sydney was undoubtedly a miracle, and as miracles still | + | |
- | happen, I have lived to tell the tale of the S.B.W. versus Tasmania, 1956 Contest. | + | |
- | (P.S. Don't let this score business fool you We really had | + | |
- | a mighty bonno superiarer time) | + | |
- | (THE END) | + | |
- | EDITOR' | + | - Digby. |
- | ought to write to Colin, | + | |
- | I ought to write to Jane, | + | The angels who are assigned to bushwalkers smiled sweetly on us all that Tuesday we hitched from Lake St. Clair to Queenstown. Within four hours our four separate parties had been shifted sixty odd miles over a road that carried only a modicum of eligible cars and almost as many hitchhikers. There was much to do in Queenstown - letters to be mailed, collected and read; malted milks and ice cream to be consumed in quantity; personal shopping to be done; victuals to be replenished for the Frenchman's Cap trip; and a city campsite to be found. This latter is no pushover in a town where grass grows only in pampered front gardens. Our Public Relations Officers, Joan and Don, were despatched on this important task and produced the goods in next to no time - a lush vacant allotment with protecting trees, a loan of the owner' |
- | I ought to write that thing for Geof | + | |
+ | __Score__: Tasmania 5, S.B.W. 5. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The next day was rest day and the party minus Grace and Geof eked it out on board the most fantastic little train this side of toyland. It was the Mt. Lyell Company' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Thursday morn found us out on the road again with thumbs up hopefully, this time bound for the Cap. It must have been an angels holiday that day and progress was slow, but with the help of the devil and a few of his devious ways we managed the Frenchman' | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Score__: Tasmania 7, S.B.W. 5. | ||
+ | |||
+ | All that Friday we pushed upwards in threatening weather; up to Lake Vera over the Barron Gap, and at last Tahune Hut, the final goal. We had not yet sighted the peak of Frenchman' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The time was 5 a.m. I was half conscious of a movement in the tangled mass of sleeping beds that filled Tahune Hut. The vague green shape of Geof arose and stumbled to the window. There was an awed gasp of wonder from his lips, a moment' | ||
+ | |||
+ | It was indeed a morning to remember - the great quartzite masses all around us as we climbed and finally the reward of magnificent summit views on every side - peaks and jagged ranges stretching away to the horizon; tiny lakes tucked away in deep valleys from which the mist swirled up in eerie shapes. Nature had never been in more impressive form. Up the S.B.W. | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Score__: Tasmania 7, S.B.W. 8. | ||
+ | |||
+ | (No correspondence will be entered into re the referee' | ||
+ | |||
+ | It was very nearly a repeat performance the next morning at the same unearthly hour. Something was lacking though (I'll leave this to your imaginations) for only Geof and I could dig up the desire to go jaunting off again. We explored the Lion's Head and some of the lakes beyond the North Col of Frenchman' | ||
+ | |||
+ | It was a happy carefree stay at Tahune Hut, full of good fun and humour. I could tell of such things as Don's sudden collapse into the lake while posing for a picture; the full-scale clothes-washing drive that made the hut look like a Chinese laundry; the high-altitude corn that sprouted profusely from the mouths of one and all; the hopeful ceremonial dipping of Joan's new (ex Queenstown) hat in the sacred waters of the lake in a vain attempt to make it stiff and stylish; the bushcookery experiments that were won and lost and the King Billy Pine that looked like wood but burned like a lost cause. When we bade farewell I'm afraid the hut book copped a bashing from my sentimental pencil, much to the amusement of the others. They talked in undertones about odes (or was it " | ||
+ | |||
+ | On the way out we camped overnight at Lake Vera and in the morning Geof decided to straighten out the tangled and monstrous financial (or unfinancial) position of each and every member. This was so exhausting that we put on the old termite act and devised an artful policy of passive resistance to our leader re packing up. Well, when it comes to crushing rebellions there' | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Scene__: Our overnight campsite on the lush riverside greenery at Ouse, en route to Hobart. | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Weather__: | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Time__: 7 p.m. | ||
+ | |||
+ | __General Mood__: Not over energetic - delight at good fortune with recent weather. | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Conversation__: | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Result__: Pouring rain by 2 a.m. - seven saps soaked and shivering - grumblings and rumblings as tents go up in the dark - never again! | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Score__: Tasmania 8, S.B.W. 8. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The next day we were due in Hobart whence Geof and I must return to the workaday world while the others did a spot of touring. Despite the rain, Joan and Don tried their luck on the highway and, of course, they immediately wound up in a plush sedan heading straight for Hobart - Public Relations Plus! (Plus what? That's what we can't figure!) | ||
+ | |||
+ | The rest of us, deterred by a bit of a debacle the previous day, decided to play safe and catch the bus. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Reunited in the little Big Smoke Down Under, the big Food Orgy soon got under way. Hobart is famous for its food and it all started when we couldn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | (P.S. Don't let this score business fool you. We really had a mighty bonno superiarer time) | ||
+ | |||
+ | (__THE END__) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== Editor' | ||
+ | |||
+ | I ought to write to Colin,\\ | ||
+ | I ought to write to Jane,\\ | ||
+ | I ought to write that thing for Geof\\ | ||
I promised in the train. | I promised in the train. | ||
- | I ought to write to Ian, I ought to write to Pat, | + | |
- | Here's a letter from the Alpine Club - | + | I ought to write to Ian,\\ |
+ | I ought to write to Pat,\\ | ||
+ | Here's a letter from the Alpine Club -\\ | ||
I ought to answer that. | I ought to answer that. | ||
- | I ought to write to Garth, I ought to write to Snow ' | + | |
- | The Warrumbungle trip we had At Easter' | + | I ought to write to Garth,\\ |
- | And then there' | + | I ought to write to Snow\\ |
- | HellJ What a lot of things to write! I think I'll go to bed. | + | And finalise the details of\\ |
+ | That trip with Prof. Munro. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Warrumbungle trip we had\\ | ||
+ | At Easter' | ||
+ | And I'm committed to produce\\ | ||
+ | "The Aqua Lung - Part Two." | ||
+ | |||
+ | And then there' | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | Hell! What a lot of things to write!\\ | ||
+ | I think I'll go to bed. | ||
D.B. | D.B. | ||
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- | We regret to hear that Vice Pres. Malcolm McGregor has bunged up | + | ---- |
- | his knee. Here's hoping for your speedy recovery, Malc. | + | |
- | 18. | + | We regret to hear that Vice Pres. Malcolm McGregor has bunged up his knee. Here's hoping for your speedy recovery, Malc. |
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
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BANGUI | BANGUI | ||
LE222:rt Vrke Syda2y_By.fh Talkers! | LE222:rt Vrke Syda2y_By.fh Talkers! |
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