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-===== Car Trial - Sat. 30th Nov. & Sun. 1st Dec. =====
+=== Car Trial - Sat. 30th Nov. & Sun. 1st Dec. ===
   - This rally will be a weekend's enjoyment for driver, navigator and passengers. __Definitely not a speed trial__.
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-===== Warrumbungle National Park Photographic Competition. =====
+=== Warrumbungle National Park Photographic Competition. ===
 May we remind all photographers about this lucrative competition which closes on 29th November. Two sections:
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-,INTERNATIONAL PHYSICAL YEAR
+=== I.P.Y. - INternational Physical Year. ===
-"MY DEAH  I'LL INTRODUCE YOU AFTER TEA   HE'S ROUND THE
-BEND A BIT   ONE OF OUR SCIENTIFIC MEMBERS   HAS
+[ Cartoon of two campers arounda  campfire, talking to each, as a third camper blows up an inflatable PaddyMade bed of nails. ]
-SOME QUAINT NOTIONS ON COMFORT   QUITE FASCINATING REALLY!"
-TYPISTEIS LAMENT.
+"My deah, I'll introduce you afer tea. He's round the bend a bit. One of our scientific members. Has some quaint notions of comfort. Quite facinating really!".
-Oh to be the typiste of our magazine
-Punching off the words as you've never seen, In bursts the Editor regularly on the dot With the old complaint of being on the spot. So he leaves it to me to fit in this and that
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-And if it doesn't make the grkde he nearly leaves me flat.
-Otories and advertisements are just a minor thing 1But deciphering the writing really leaves its sting. Though when it's once more finished I feel a little sad To have to wait another month to see what's in our Mag.
+=== Typiste's Lament. ===
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+In bursts the Editor regularly on the dot\\
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+With the old complaint of being on the spot.\\
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+So he leaves it to me to fit in this and that\\
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+And if it doesn't make the grade he nearly leaves me flat.\\
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+Stories and advertisements are just a minor thing\\
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+But deciphering the writing really leaves its sting.\\
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+Though when it's once more finished I feel a little sad\\
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+To have to wait another month to see what's in our Mag.
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-TEE WAGG WEDDING.
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---- Dot Butler
-In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, Geoffrey took Grace to be his wedded wife on Wednesday, 18th September 1957, and wfth this union another star was born in heaven.
+===== The Wagg Wedding. =====
+- Dot Butler.
+In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, Geoffrey took Grace to be his wedded wife on Wednesday, 18th September 1957, and with this union another star was born in heaven.
 The bride (of course) was late, which was a good thing for several other guests whose taxis had been held up in traffic jams on the way. We late ones converged on the doorstep with the waiting priest and photographers and were telling each other in a gush of typical Bushwalker frankness what a fortune each of us had squandered on taxis and here we were ten minutes late in spite of it, when two white ribboned cars drew up at the church, one backwards and bewildered and the other frontwards and in its right mind, and out stepped the bride. All our sordid preoccupation with money vanished like a puff of smoke.
-On the tender air of evening was wafted a faint elusive scent
-of carnations and hyacinths, and time (and Grace) stood still for one breathless shining instant while Henry took photos. At the threshold of the church stood the bride, gentle and pure as the moonlight, sensitive and soft as starlight, and I'm drawing this picture specially for Geoffo because he, poor fellow, was not there to see it; he was already inside - standing down the front with his back turned and trying. to pretend he was waiting in all patience, but the frequent screwing round of his neck so he could look up the aisle -and get a glimpse of the doorway through which his Grape would appear gave the game away. To the interested spectators Geoffo's guarded performance looked as obvious as Garth getting undressed under a groundsheet on Cronulla beach - and Pete too, the time Betty ran away with his pants and him standing helplessly there clad in nothing but a coating of sand and his hatrall wild about his head while half a dozen of us held up a screening groundsheet, shouting, "Heyll: Bring back my shorts11!" But I digress. Where am I? In Church. Oh yes. I,get a side view of the staggeringy impeccable second-best man and it is the same Stitt, with every hair  in place. And that other offsider is a wondrous tidy Boy Brown. -
+On the tender air of evening was wafted a faint elusive scent of carnations and hyacinths, and time (and Grace) stood still for one breathless shining instant while Henry took photos. At the threshold of the church stood the bride, gentle and pure as the moonlight, sensitive and soft as starlight, and I'm drawing this picture specially for Geoffo because he, poor fellow, was not there to see it; he was already inside - standing down the front with his back turned and trying to pretend he was waiting in all patience, but the frequent screwing round of his neck so he could look up the aisle and get a glimpse of the doorway through which his Grace would appear gave the game away. To the interested spectators Geoffo's guarded performance looked as obvious as Garth getting undressed under a groundsheet on Cronulla beach - and Pete too, the time Betty ran away with his pants and him standing helplessly there clad in nothing but a coating of sand and his hair all wild about his head while half a dozen of us held up a screening groundsheet, shouting, "Hey!!! Bring back my shorts!!!" But I digress. Where am I? In Church. Oh yes. I get a side view of the staggeringy impeccable second-best man and it is the same Stitt, with every hair in place. And that other offsider is a wondrous tidy Boy Brown.
 Outside under the stars of a spring evening Henry's flashlight flared, the shutter clicked, and time once more took up its breathing. The kindly smiling priest welcomed the bride at the door and we others went inside.
 And now down the aisle come two pretty pastel bridesmaids, Judy and Jean, and then Allen, his face one great grin from ear to ear, trying(?) to look portly and paternal in his role of giver-away, proudly pacing down with the bride on his arm.
-And now, as the pair stood before him, the priest, his face shining with sincerity, told thorn of the Third Member of the Party who would henceforth accompany them on their long walk through life, and how their love for each other would spread, in service and understanding, to others with whom they came in contact. And we thought, "You don't have to' tell that to our Geoffo - or Grace either".
-INNIMINI
+And now, as the pair stood before him, the priest, his face shining with sincerity, told them of the Third Member of the Party who would henceforth accompany them on their long walk through life, and how their love for each other would spread, in service and understanding, to others with whom they came in contact. And we thought, "You don't have to tell __that__ to our Geoffo - or Grace either".
 The ceremony continued with the reading from the book.
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-Quietly the "I mills" were said, and Pete, who had been preoccupied all the time with whether he had the ring, found at the last minute that he did, in fact still'have it. Then they went up ad altera Dei to the alter of God - God who giveth joy to their youth - the two now one, and the priest gave his blessing, "God be with you my children" and it was over - or rathein, it was just begun.
+Quietly the "I wills" were said, and Pete, who had been preoccupied all the time with whether he had the ring, found at the last minute that he did, in fact still have it. Then they went up ad altera Dei - to the alter of God - God who giveth joy to their youth - the two now one, and the priest gave his blessing, "God be with you my children" and it was over - or rather, it was just begun.
-WHITE ANT BORINGS.
-The party started walking at 10 a.m. At 11 8.04 a little over a mile had been covered, and at least 30 minutes had been spent waiting for photographers and more blatant types of white ants to calo3h up, The Leader took the length of nylon rope from the top of his pask; looked along the perfectly flat valley, waited for the last laggard
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-to come up and announced in a tone not to be argued with - "All right, now we rope up l"
-Even on marathons four o'clock reveille and five o'clock starting is the exception proving the rule. On an unnamed bluff somewhere south of Sassafras Colin Putt threw down the gage. Those who wanted to get closer to Mt. Renwick could rise at four etc..... What's more nine out of fourteen.in the party did just that. It hasn't been heard of since the Admiral had Hooper.up and going at 5 a.m.
+===== White Ant Borings. =====
-The peak of Ultra-Confidence Dept.: Some of the Pajama Game Theatre party adjourned to a certain,suppery after the show and were served by a well-meaning and charming Naussie lass who has., an aptitude for getting her delicacies mixed without any fuss or bother whatsoever. Someone ordered a butterscotch milk shake while two rugged individualists sought loganberry malted milks of all things. ("Notz on zee menu, zir but orf kos we hat them", in the most assured and charmingly- accented manner). As our group, with palates tingling with anticipation discussed the admirable versatility and enterprise of this suppery, back came the.order, Faces dropped as they saw the outcome stripped of all its glamour -- two ice-creams and a cup of coffeellI
-Who was it that went home in the train from G;enbrook with charcoal over her face and with dirty knees? Disgraceful &U One of the passengers was heard to remark that bushmalkers NEVER wash111
+The party started walking at 10 a.m. At 11 a.m. a little over a mile had been covered, and at least 30 minutes had been spent waiting for photographers and more blatant types of white ants to catch up. The Leader took the length of nylon rope from the top of his pack; looked along the perfectly flat valley, waited for the last laggard to come up and announced in a tone not to be argued with - "All right, now we rope up!"
-What an entertaining introduction Henry Gold flavoured his slide night with recently - it's an idea that could profitably be taken up by others who have slides to show. Henry said one of his reasons for joining the S.B.W. was because he was told that "we do everything".
-Let the memories flood back for a moment and we think you'll humorously agree that this is by no means the over-statement of the year
+Even on marathons four o'clock reveille and five o'clock starting is the exception proving the rule. On an unnamed bluff somewhere south of Sassafras Colin Putt threw down the gage. Those who wanted to get closer to Mt. Renwick could rise at four etc..... What's more nine out of fourteen in the party did just that. It hasn't been heard of since the Admiral had Hooper up and going at 5 a.m.
-How to remain cool, calm and' pass the buck: Picture the scene (in the black of night, naturally) on the Admiral's most recent Hawkesbury boat trip. There was Alan Wilson at the helm, sure and confident in his course and the supposition that the big cruiser had oceans of water on all sides. Suddenly a waving light appears dead ahead and a frantic voice cries out "Turn right, turn right, you're heading straight for my front garden t" What had happened? Where were they? Which way did the river run? Nobody knew. In the midst of the confusion our Alan suddenly had a flash of brilliance. "You take over, Admiral", he calmly announced Tfm goina to have my tea". And sure enough he did.
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+The peak of Ultra-Confidence Dept.: Some of the Pajama Game Theatre party adjourned to a certain suppery after the show and were served by a well-meaning and charming Naussie lass who has an aptitude for getting her delicacies mixed without any fuss or bother whatsoever. Someone ordered a butterscotch milk shake while two rugged individualists sought loganberry malted milks of all things. ("Notz on zee menu, zir, but orf kos we haf them", in the most assured and charmingly-accented manner). As our group, with palates tingling with anticipation discussed the admirable versatility and enterprise of this suppery, back came the order. Faces dropped as they saw the outcome stripped of all its glamour - two ice-creams and a cup of coffee!!!
+Who was it that went home in the train from Glenbrook with charcoal over her face and with dirty knees? Disgraceful!!!! One of the passengers was heard to remark that bushmalkers NEVER wash!!!
+What an entertaining introduction Henry Gold flavoured his slide night with recently - it's an idea that could profitably be taken up by others who have slides to show. Henry said one of his reasons for joining the S.B.W. was because he was told that "we do everything". Let the memories flood back for a moment and we think you'll humorously agree that this is by no means the over-statement of the year!
+How to remain cool, calm and pass the buck: Picture the scene (in the black of night, naturally) on the Admiral's most recent Hawkesbury boat trip. There was Alan Wilson at the helm, sure and confident in his course and the supposition that the big cruiser had oceans of water on all sides. Suddenly a waving light appears dead ahead and a frantic voice cries out "Turn right, turn right, you're heading straight for my front garden!" What had happened? Where were they? Which way did the river run? Nobody knew. In the midst of the confusion our Alan suddenly had a flash of brilliance. "You take over, Admiral", he calmly announced, "I'm going to have my tea". And sure enough he did.
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 A SAGA IN SEVEN SCENES:
 -- John Bookluck