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-THE
+====== The Sydney Bushwalker. ======
-A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers,
-/- Ingersoll Hall, 256 crown Street, Sydney. Box NO. 4476, G.P..04_Sydney. 'Phone JW.1462.
+A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, c/- Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown St., Sydney. Box No. 4476, G.P.O. Sydney. 'Phone JW.1462.
- FEBRUARY, 1959 Price 1/-d.
-Editor: Goof Wagg, 131 St. Georges Oresc., Reproduction: Jess Martin
+----
-Drummoyne. UW 3435 (B) 1-2 p m. Sales & Subs: Jess Martin
-Business Manager: Brian Harvey Typed by: Grace Wagg
+=== No. 290. February, 1959. Price 1/-d. ===
-OM ENE S
-pasa
+|**Editor**|Geof Wagg, 131 St. Georges Cresc., Drummoyne. UW 3435 (B) 1-2 p.m.|
-At Our January Meeting - Alex Colley 2
+|**Business Manager**|Brian Harvey.|
-They're A Weird Mob - "Nino Burntoffa" 3
+|**Reproduction**|Jess Martin.|
-The Sanitarium Health Food Shop (advt.) 7
+|**Sales and Subs**|Jess Martin.|
-The Northern Hemisphere Jompass Goof Wagg
+|**Typed by**|Grace Wagg.|
-Caution On The Colo "Pluto" 12
-Hatswell's Taxi & Tourist Service (advt.) 13
+===== In This Issue: =====
-They Did Not Make It - Brian Harvey 14
-The Importance Of By-Laws - Brian Harvey 16
+| | |Page|
-Easter Walkers (Paddy's advt.) 18
+|At Our January Meeting|Alex Colley| 2|
-(Haul Away Joe
+|They're A Weird Mob|"Nino Burntoffa"| 3|
-(The Drummer and the Gook
+|The Northern Hemisphere Compass|Geof Wagg| 8|
-Songs (The Ovarlander
+|Caution On The Colo|"Pluto"|12|
-(Balm In Gilead
+|They Did Not Make It|Brian Harvey|14|
-. (Bye An' Bye
+|The Importance Of By-Laws|Brian Harvey|16|
-"MUSIOJUTEISagi
+|Songs: Haul Away Joe, The Drummer and the Cook, The Overlander, Balm In Gilead, Bye An' Bye| |19|
-Maybe not many people would call it music at that, but still it's all a matter of opinion-because there are many types and tastes gathered under that broad term.
-And in the instance of tho savage breasts (inferred by the title), some of these breast owners may feel inclined to claim that they arelar from savage, but that too, must be a matter of comparison.
+===== Advertisements: =====
-Still by and largo there are few walkers who wouldn't agreo that singing songs around a campfire is one of the most pleasant ways to spend an evening in the bush. To help keep up members' interest and enthusiasm, we hope to publish fresh songs from time to time and, in fact, in this very issue of the magazine you will find a foolscap sheet containing some of those, which, we hope, will moot with your approval. The idea is for the sheets to be halved and trimmed to fit inside the now song book covers and tied in with the old bootlace or whatever you use.
-.
+| |Page|
-AT OUR JANUARY MEETING
+|Sanitarium Health Food Shop| 7|
-About 46 were present when the President opened the meeting. Bill Rodger's election as Walks Secretary had left a vacancy on comnittee to which David Ingram was elected. The President reminded us that several officers
+|Hattswell's Taxi & Tourist Service|13|
-would not be seeking re-election. These ware the Secretary, Assistant Secretary, Conservation Secretary, Membership Secretary, Duplicator Operator. and Literary ,Editor.
+|Easter Walkers (Paddy's advt.)|18|
+----
+=== "Music Hath Charm..." ===
+Maybe not many people would call it music at that, but still it's all a matter of opinion because there are many types and tastes gathered under that broad term.
+And in the instance of the savage breasts (inferred by the title), some of these breast owners may feel inclined to claim that they are far from savage, but that too, must be a matter of comparison.
+Still by and large there are few walkers who wouldn't agree that singing songs around a campfire is one of the most pleasant ways to spend an evening in the bush. To help keep up members' interest and enthusiasm, we hope to publish fresh songs from time to time and, in fact, in this very issue of the magazine you will find a foolscap sheet containing some of those, which, we hope, will meet with your approval. The idea is for the sheets to be halved and trimmed to fit inside the now song book covers and tied in with the old bootlace or whatever you use.
+----
+===== At Our January Meeting. =====
+About 46 were present when the President opened the meeting. Bill Rodger's election as Walks Secretary had left a vacancy on committee to which David Ingram was elected. The President reminded us that several officers would not be seeking re-election. These ware the Secretary, Assistant Secretary, Conservation Secretary, Membership Secretary, Duplicator Operator and Literary Editor.
 Correspondence included an invitation to attend a meeting of the "Bureau of Safe Walking", but lack of details as to time and place will deprive members of the opportunity of attending.
- Woods Creek was chosen as the place for the Re-Union, and Long Angle Gully in case of a flood. L. reunion committee was elected consisting of David Brown, Geoff and Grace Wagg, Dot Butler, Bob Duncan, Don Matthews and Colin Putt as Convenor.
-After an interval of two months, our new Walks Secretary, Bill Rodgers, presented an interesting account of the Club's official walking activities. This was compiled despite the failure of most walks leaders to submit reports,
+Woods Creek was chosen as the place for the Re-Union, and Long Angle Gully in case of a flood. A reunion committee was elected consisting of David Brown, Geoff and Grace Wagg, Dot Butler, Bob Duncan, Don Matthews and Colin Putt as Convenor.
-as requested.
+After an interval of two months, our new Walks Secretary, Bill Rodgers, presented an interesting account of the Club's official walking activities. This was compiled despite the failure of most walks leaders to submit reports, as requested.
-Jim Brown announced that another car trial, not on the programme, was being organised by Brian Anderson and himself on'Februnry 28th and 29th. A high degree of disorganisation was guaranteed.
-Bob Godfrey then moved that the club acquire additional camping gear so that we could provide two complete walking kits for prospectives. Bob
+Jim Brown announced that another car trial, not on the programme, was being organised by Brian Anderson and himself on Februnry 28th and 29th. A high degree of disorganisation was guaranteed.
-said that the reason why a lot of prospective members never became members might be the cost of buying gear before they could become walkers. This would further the Club's object of "helping others to enjoy these natural gifts".
-Colin Putt said that ha had been equipment officer of another club, and the scheme had worked well. The equipment should be rugged and robust - not necessarily the best. There was a hire fee and the person Who had done the least number of walks had preference in hiring. Much of the gear was the
+Bob Godfrey then moved that the club acquire additional camping gear so that we could provide two complete walking kits for prospectives. Bob said that the reason why a lot of prospective members never became members might be the cost of buying gear before they could become walkers. This would further the Club's object of "helping others to enjoy these natural gifts".
-discarded or superseded equipment of members, and perhaps our members could make a lot of gear available cheaply. Dot Butler thought an advertisement in the
-magazine tight discover quite a lot of this sort of gear. Kevin Ardill thought we might be encouraging people to be lazy. A tennis racquet cost C8, but this didntt stop the teen-agers from playing. The gear might be returned in bad condition. Jack Wren agreed with the motion, but thought we should first find someone to look after the equipment. Alot of people had surplus gear, but they often liked to lend it to non-walkers of their acquaintance who might need it. If they had first claim on their gear when they needed it for their own friends this might encourage members to make it available. Ron Knightley supported the motion. He thought a "gear officer" might prepare a list of available equipment. Edna Garrad said that many wanted to take up walking when they could least afford it and should be helped. The motion was carried, and referred to the Committee for implementation.
+Colin Putt said that he had been equipment officer of another club, and the scheme had worked well. The equipment should be rugged and robust - not necessarily the best. There was a hire fee and the person who had done the least number of walks had preference in hiring. Much of the gear was the discarded or superseded equipment of members, and perhaps our members could make a lot of gear available cheaply. Dot Butler thought an advertisement in the magazine might discover quite a lot of this sort of gear. Kevin Ardill thought we might be encouraging people to be lazy. A tennis racquet cost £8, but this didn't stop the teen-agers from playing. The gear might be returned in bad condition. Jack Wren agreed with the motion, but thought we should first find someone to look after the equipment. A lot of people had surplus gear, but they often liked to lend it to non-walkers of their acquaintance who might need it. If they had first claim on their gear when they needed it for their own friends this might encourage members to make it available. Ron Knightley supported the motion. He thought a "gear officer" might prepare a list of available equipment. Edna Garrad said that many wanted to take up walking when they could least afford it and should be helped. The motion was carried, and referred to the Committee for implementation.
-CORRECTION OF TELEPHONE NULUER
-Would members please note that Edna Stretton's telephone number on the current Walks Programme should road U. 956 and NOT U. 596.
+----
-.
-THEY 'RE A lump -1,T.OB
+=== Correction of telephone number. ===
-- Nino Burnt offa.
-In Northern Italy, where I come from, people d- not raise their eyebrows in surprise at the name "Burntoffa". They do not raise their eydbrows, simply because thqy have never heard it, for that is not my name at all; but I had not the courage to use py native name in connection with what I am about to say.
+Would members please note that Edna Stretton's telephone number on the current Walks Programme should road LJ.9586 and __not__ LJ.5986.
-At school I studied my English lessons well and passed with the highest honours. When my country went to war, I went to Intelligence as an interpreter, to interpret for all the prisoners we were going to capture. Because the traffic went the other way, a wise army decided that it could use py feet better than my head and transferred me into the Alpini. They were right; I never looked back - well, just once; just a glance, but I got such a scare I never looked again.
-The Alpini were great troops and the Italian Alps are great mountains. I loved them - not love as a man loves a woman, you understand; mare as a fisherman loves a fish. When I came to live in Australia, the sign in the office where I got my visa said, "Katoomba - playground of the Blue Mountains", and showed snow-white cliffs surmounted by sky-blue trees. I knew that I must quickly find someone to guide me over these magnificent alps.
+----
-Carefully following the instructions of the information service, I found the hostelry on the corner and behind it, as expected, the sign "Ingersoll Hall". A light shone wanly from the door. I stepped gaily in and up a flight of stairs to some doors through which came sounds of voices and laughter,
-" Carefully, I adjusted my tie, smoothed the lapels of my coat and glanced dawn to ensure that my shoes had not become dusty. I must not give these people a bad impression of the Alpini. For a moment I stood before it - the doorway to my dreams; to the mountains with the -pure white cliffs and the sky-blue trees.
+===== They're A Wierd Mob. =====
-Opening the door, I stepped in. Immediately, I -wished that I had not - that I had remained outside with my dreams of the white cliffs are the blue trees. What I now saw was not at all like what I had imagined. You will not be insulted, I hope, but I had expected - well, something civilised.
-Before, I had time to recover from my shock, a gentleman pushingpast me suddenly stopped and said, "Lookinfersumwun?"
+- Nino Burntoffa.
-"I - er -..." I hesitated, at a loss for words. I had also studied Greek, Gaelic and Yiddish at school. Alas : The poster had not indicated that the people of the Blue Mountains spoke some unfamiliar tongue. Not knowing what other language to try, I said, "Excuse me; can you speak English, please, sir?"
-"Spikenglish?" he said. "You idddin?
+In Northern Italy, where I come from, people d-onot raise their eyebrows in surprise at the name "Burntoffa". They do not raise their eyebrows, simply because they have never heard it, for that is not my name at all; but I had not the courage to use my native name in connection with what I am about to say.
-Ah: He had spoken some English. Perhaps he knew some more. I ventured further.
+At school I studied my English lessons well and passed with the highest honours. When my country went to war, I went to Intelligence as an interpreter, to interpret for all the prisoners we were going to capture. Because the traffic went the other way, a wise army decided that it could use my feet better than my head and transferred me into the Alpini. They were right; I never looked back - well, just once; just a glance, but I got such a scare I never looked again.
+The Alpini were great troops and the Italian Alps are great mountains. I loved them - not love as a man loves a woman, you understand; more as a fisherman loves a fish. When I came to live in Australia, the sign in the office where I got my visa said, "Katoomba - playground of the Blue Mountains", and showed snow-white cliffs surmounted by sky-blue trees. I knew that I must quickly find someone to guide me over these magnificent alps.
+Carefully following the instructions of the information service, I found the hostelry on the corner and behind it, as expected, the sign "Ingersoll Hall". A light shone wanly from the door. I stepped gaily in and up a flight of stairs to some doors through which came sounds of voices and laughter.
+Carefully, I adjusted my tie, smoothed the lapels of my coat and glanced down to ensure that my shoes had not become dusty. I must not give these people a bad impression of the Alpini. For a moment I stood before it - the doorway to my dreams; to the mountains with the pure white cliffs and the sky-blue trees.
+Opening the door, I stepped in. Immediately, I wished that I had not - that I had remained outside with my dreams of the white cliffs are the blue trees. What I now saw was not at all like what I had imagined. You will not be insulted, I hope, but I had expected - well, something civilised.
+Before, I had time to recover from my shock, a gentleman pushing past me suddenly
+ stopped and said, "Lookinfersumwun?"
+"I - er -..." I hesitated, at a loss for words. I had also studied Greek, Gaelic and Yiddish at school. Alas! The poster had not indicated that the people of the Blue Mountains spoke some unfamiliar tongue. Not knowing what other language to try, I said, "Excuse me; can you speak English, please, sir?"
+"Spikenglish?" he said. "You kidddin'!"
+Ah! He had spoken some English. Perhaps he knew some more. I ventured further.
 "This is the hikers' club?" I asked.
 His eyes bulged a little; his neck muscles stood out like cornices; he looked at me threateningly and said, "Whadidusay!?"
-The hikers' club?" I asked again. "Please, can you tell me how to join the hikers' club. I wish to hike in the Blue Mountains".
+"The hikers' club?" I asked again. "Please, can you tell me how to join the hikers' club. I wish to hike in the Blue Mountains".
 He did not answer at first, but turned away and called out to another gentleman who, like himself, had neither tie nor coat on: "Haydigby. Come and cop this." The gentleman summoned came over and the first gentleman asked, "Wotsyername, mate?"
-"PleaseV I enquired. I realised by now that he was nearly speaking English, but the only word that I had really understood was "mnte" and we were not on a ship.
+"Please?" I enquired. I realised by now that he was nearly speaking English, but the only word that I had really understood was "mate" and we were not on a ship.
 "What is your name?" he said slowly.
-"Oh! my name? It is Giovanni LscaliLnti Burntoffa. I am called Nino."
-Turning to the gentleman, Haydigby, he said, "Nino here wants to join the hikers' club and hike in the Blue Mountains, ha ha h.-1, ho ho ho," and they both burst into uproarious laughter s.--; that I felt embarrassed and more than a little resentful. However, they soon became serious and Haydigby said, "Chceru7), Nino. Pardon us, but you just talk a bit funny, that's all."
+"Oh! my name? It is Giovanni Ascalienti Burntoffa. I am called Nino."
-I talked fungy? Truly, they were humorous men.
-"Never mind," continued the first gentleman. "bout joining, we'll fix you up, and we'll soon cure you of the'hikin' habit. Here - come =meet ED."
+Turning to the gentleman, Haydigby, he said, "Nino here wants to join the hikers' club and hike in the Blue Mountains, ha ha ha, ho ho ho," and they both burst into uproarious laughter so that I felt embarrassed and more than a little resentful. However, they soon became serious and Haydigby said, "Cheerup, Nino. Pardon us, but you just talk a bit funny, that's all."
-Again, I was puzzled. I was quite whole and healthy, but they were going to fix me up. I wanted to hike in the mountains, but thqy would cure me of hiking. They were indeed difficult to understand.
-As they led me across the dimly lighted hall, I saw that it was not packed with people at all. It was only in the immediate vicinity of the doors that one gained that impression,
+__I__ talked funny? Truly, they were humorous men.
-Ilpproaching a very attractive lady they called, "Hay Ed! Prospectiveforya. Nino," they said turning to me, "meet Eddie Stretton, our Membership Secretary. She'll put you through the mill."
+"Never mind," continued the first gentleman. "About joining, we'll fix you up, and we'll soon cure you of the hikin' habit. Here - come anmeet ED."
+Again, I was puzzled. I was quite whole and healthy, but they were going to fix me up. I wanted to hike in the mountains, but they would cure me of hiking. They were indeed difficult to understand.
+As they led me across the dimly lighted hall, I saw that it was not packed with people at all. It was only in the immediate vicinity of the doors that one gained that impression.
+Approaching a very attractive lady they called, "Hay Ed! Prospectiveforya. Nino," they said turning to me, "meet Eddie Stretton, our Membership Secretary. She'll put you through the mill."
 The mill?" I asked of the lady who came towards me with such a charming smile.
-"Don't let it worry you, kid," said the lady and the charm of her voice and the warmth of her smile were so comforting - and the fact that she spoke English - that I felt a desire to put my arms round her and hug her. I have
-' felt the same desire often since.
+"Don't let it worry you, kid," said the lady and the charm of her voice and the warmth of her smile were so comforting - and the fact that she spoke English - that I felt a desire to put my arms round her and hug her. I have felt the same desire often since.
-However, another man hurrying past called out "Hi, Ed. Rakinemin?" and Ed turned away to call to him, "No. Not muchinkitty tonight. Onethough. Thisbloke". Llas! She did not speak English for long.
-.
+However, another man hurrying past called out "Hi, Ed. Rakinemin?" and Ed turned away to call to him, "No. Not muchinkitty tonight. Onethough. Thisbloke". Alas! She did not speak English for long.
 She was a very intelligent lady and once she realised that I spoke only English, she instructed me in the formalities involved in becoming a member of the club, and explained very patiently that the club was composed of a superior race of beings who should not be confused with hikers.
-Bushwalkers. I let the word roll around on my tongue. It was , good word. "If Shakespeare were alive," I thought, "he would have used such a word often, and appended many epithets."
-Liter bidding me write some information dawn on a paper farm, she introduced me to the club Treasurer, whose only remark was, "Gladterseeya, Nino. Nuther tenbobin kittyEd, eh?"
+Bushwalkers. I let the word roll around on my tongue. It was a good word. "If Shakespeare were alive," I thought, "he would have used such a word often, and appended many epithets."
+After bidding me write some information down on a paper form, she introduced me to the club Treasurer, whose only remark was, "Gladterseeya, Nino. Nuther tenbobin kittyEd, eh?"
 Having completed these rituals, the charming lady said, "Come and meet some of the folks, Nino."
-One, called Jack, was introduced as The President, and others mere' introduced in various ways. I learned that Edna was not the only secretary; in fact, there seemed to be quite a number who were either secretaries or assistant secretaries.
-"This man, Jack," I said Edna. "He is a very important man, yes?" now; he's the President, if you reckon that's important, Nino".
+One, called Jack, was introduced as The President, and others were introduced in various ways. I learned that Edna was not the only secretary; in fact, there seemed to be quite a number who were either secretaries or assistant secretaries.
+"This man, Jack," I said Edna. "He is a very important man, yes?
+"Well, now; he's the President, if you reckon that's important, Nino".
 "The President of the company I work for - it is a very big company; you understand - but the President, he has just one secretary. And this man, Jack, has many secretaries?"
-For a moment the lady's eyes danced with mirth and I was afraid she was going to laugh at me, but ail she said was, "Your President just hasn't
-learnt to organise like our Jack, Nino."
+For a moment the lady's eyes danced with mirth and I was afraid she was going to laugh at me, but all she said was, "Your President just hasn't learnt to organise like our Jack, Nino."
 Soon she hurried off to talk to someone else and I was left alone with my wonderment and a document entitled "Walks Programme".
-Looking at the dates, I observed that one expedition, scheduled for
-the following weekend, was listed as "Eatoomba-Clear Dog-Strongleg-
+Looking at the dates, I observed that one expedition, scheduled for the following weekend, was listed as "Katoomba - Clear Hill - White Dog - Strongleg - Marooba Karoo - Mt. Cloudmaker - The High & Mighty - Kanangra Walls". The names thrilled me and I was filled with great yearning to climb a mountain which had such wonderful titles for its various aretes and couloirs. It was at Katoomba; the Playground of the Blue Mountains; land of snow-white cliffs and sky-blue trees.
-Maroeba Karoo-ht. Cloudmaker-The High &: Eighty-Knnangra Walls". The names thrilled me and I was filled with great yearning to climb a mauntqin which had such wonderful titles for its variouS arc tes and couloirs. It was at Katoodon;
-the Playground of the Blue Mountains; land of snow-white cliffs and sky-blue trees.
+Seeking out the gentleman who first had accosted me, and whose very name, I learned, was Snow (his parents must really have been lovers of mountains, I thought), I enquired of him, "Snow - this expedition at the weekend; perhaps you could introduce me to the leader?"
-Seeking out the gentleman who first had accosted me, and whose very name, I learned, was Snow (his parents must really-have been lovers of mountains, I thought), I enquired of him, "Snow - this expedition at the weekend; perhaps
-you could introduce me to the leader?"
+Snow looked where my finger was pointing and said with a laugh, "Don't let that kidya, Nino. Digby, the white ant, won't even go half way."
-Snow looked where my finger was pointing and said with a laugh, "Don't
-lot that kidya, Nino. Digby, the white ant, won't c7en go half way."
+"Please, Snow, I do not understand. Digby? White ant? That is a termite, is it not?"
-"Please, Snow, I do not understand. Digby? White ant? That is a
-termite, is it not?"
+"Termite! You sedit, Nino. Digbyrigby; the original Termite Terminatus. The Black Duke of Anthracite himself."
-.
-"Termite; You sedit, Nino. Digbyrigby; the original Termite Terminatus. The Blacl: Duke of Lnthracite himself:"
+I was surprised. Digby, a duke? Yes, I was indeed surprised. He did not act like a duke. However, if he were the leader, then the expedition would probably resemble those famous explorations of the Duke of the Abruzzi. I was more desirous than ever of joining the party.
-I was surprised. Digby, a duke? Yes, I maF indeed surprised. He did not act like a duke. However, if he were the leader, then the expedition mould probably resemble those famous explorations of the Duke of thei.,bruzzi. I was more desirous than ever of joining the party.
 Soon, I stood before him.
-"Your Excellency," I began, "I wish to ask
+"Your Excellency," I began, "I wish to ask..."
 He stepped backward; his jaw dropped open; his eyes bulged; and he swayed as if he were drunk.
-"Your Excellency ."
+"Your Excellency..."
 "Hey, cumorfit, Nino," he interrupted, "what's this excellency stunt?"
 "I am sorry, but I have only just learned that there is royal blood in your veins."
 He looked more surprised than before and a group of people nearby commenced laughing impolitely and making sarcastic comments.
-"Hear that? His EXcellency, Digbyr "Royal blood? Royal mud, more like."
+"Hear that? His EXcellency, Digby!"
+"Royal blood? Royal mud, more like."
 Digby spoke again: "Now, look here, Nino. The name's Digby. Just plain Digby. No title. Where'd you get this excellency business, anyway? That bloke, Brown, put you up to it?"
-I did not understand, as I simply said, "You are the Duke of the Lntbracite, yes?"
+I did not understand, as I simply said, "You are the Duke of the Anthracite, yes?"
 There was more impolite laughter, but his excellency soon recovered and said, "Just a nickname, Nino."
-"You are not a genuine Duke, then?" My visionsof an expedition like that of the Duke of the,Abruzzi began to fade.
-I stated that I wished to join his expedition at the weekend, if he would accept me. I explained hurriedly that I had py own boots and rope, ten point crampons, pitons, carabiners and Prussic slings, and that I had already climbed the Matterhorn, the Weisshorn and the Pic d'Ahrens; so if there was nothing more difficult on this expedition
+"You are not a genuine Duke, then?" My visions of an expedition like that of the Duke of the Abruzzi began to fade.
+I stated that I wished to join his expedition at the weekend, if he would accept me. I explained hurriedly that I had my own boots and rope, ten point crampons, pitons, carabiners and Prussic slings, and that I had already climbed the Matterhorn, the Weisshorn and the Pic d'Ahrens; so if there was nothing more difficult on this expedition...
 "Hey, justaminute, Nino. Whodayathinkiam? Ed Hilary? This is a walking trip. No crampons. Got that?"
 "Please?" I asked, feeling a little foolish once again.
 "Look, Nino  all you want is a pack, a fleabag and yor grub."
-HEALTH FOOD SHOP o44VE6ETARIAN CAFE:
-EASTER.....
+"But I can join the expedition?" I persisted, not understand his vernacular.
-IS JUST LROUND THE CORNER
-In preparing light-weight foodlists for the four days, remember the advantages of the "Sanitarium" dehydrated foods. Also biscuits - they're much lighter than bread:
+"Yair, you can come. Yer orright, mate. But no crampons. No rope. Strike me! This ain't a Colinputt do."
-Keep your weight 71.. and your food-value uP
-ArIsrr THE SANITARIUM SHOP
+I went home that night in a haze of wonderment. No rope. No pitons. No crampons. Then how could it be different from hiking? I was soon to learn that there are, indeed, some differences - but I shall need a while to recuperate before I have the strength to finish my story.
-HUNTER ST SYDNEY. BW11725.
-"But I can jein the expedition?" I persisted, not understand his vernacular.
+----
-wfair, you can come. Yer orright, mate. But no crampons. No rope. Strike me: This ain't a Colinputt do."
-I went home that night in a haze of -wonderment. No rope: No pitons. No crampons, Then how could it be different from hiking? I was soon to learn that there are, indeud, some differences - but I shall need a while to recuperate before I have the strength to finish my story.
+=== Sanitarium Health Food and Vegetarina Cafe. ===
-TAILS  DOWN
-There's nothing easier than sitting on your tail watching the scenery go by, especially with the blue slq- above and a fresh breeze bloving against your face. Folk who enjoy that kind of recreation, Talus a swim at lunchtime, should come on Brian HarVey't Launch Trip down Cowan Creek on Sunday 22nd February. 8.10 a m train to Turramurra, bus to Bobbin Head. Cost of boat about 10/-. Bring a thermos for morning tea afloat, and your swimmingcossie.
+__Easter is just around the corner...__
-RING BRIAN HARVEY JW.1462 (B) or 315.1611
-.
+In preparing light-weight foodlists for the four days, remember the advantages of the "Sanitarium" dehydrated foods. Also biscuits - they're much lighter than bread! Keep your weight down and your food value up!
-THE NORT HEYISPHERE COMPLSS
-- Goof Wagg
+Visit the Sanitarium Shop.
-If you've over heard the expression used, that so and so is a "charlie", and youTve wondered dust -what exactly is meant then read this story. This is about a RELL charlie.
-The idea, if I remember correctly, was to do a marathon Sunday walk in order to ;demonstrate just haw easy this type Af- walk really was - no!' Don't laugh yet: Read a little fUlther and have a really good one. ' 21.nd the next thing, although I can see now that I shouldn't have done it, or if I did I should have kept a wary watch for -alb twinkle in his eye, was to ask Malcolm to  suggest a route as I had not the vaguest idea about Sunday -walk country. Of course Male suggested one (and I'll bet-his eye twinkled) but all unheeding I copied it straight on to the WalksProgramme without even viewing it on the map. It read:-
+Hunter St., Sydney. BW1725.
-"ET. KURING-W3I - WOODNUTS BOBBIN HELD - COWLN CREEK - BILRE CREEK - GORDON CREEK - GORDON"
-' I don't know if I can remember the names and conditions of all the members that started with me, but I can think of a few and I'm sure that others will occur as we go along. There was me (although I still sometimes get to -wishing that I hadn't been) and there was Snow_ and Hcnry Ford nnd 'Heather Joye-- and George, Grey,. pad there was Stitt -with his broke/vie& either stifl inlaster or just'outl and a. chap he ricked up. with from Bessarabia or rletapotamih- r
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-. Indonbst,: or SoMewhbre. Ohjyos,Yand there was Jane Platt ton, ihn brought ?-1. friend of Colins from..the. Melbourne :Walkers called Pate- Somehow Jane got-the:.  idea that we were leaving on the 6 n m. train on Saturday night, uhdrens-it was the 6 a m. train nn Sunday morning and I didn't realise her error until-tho - last minute and had to send an urgent telegram. Then Jenny Haddon thought she might come, either just before or just after'BrUce was born, but as things - turned out, I'm rather relieved that she didn't. So ynu see it'ivas-the kind of trip that you could say it was imperative it should g- right - n trip that was taking place before the critical ayes and under #le turned Un no'ee of the world. You could say I. should have been more circumspect about lett/nit-all these observora come on such a trip. You could:sr7 prnctically nnythinr and be right - now
-.I had misgivings that. morning right trom.,the moment I c r)oned :(5n8 eye and saw the weather. It was the kind that amazes most neonlo to roll over on to their other side and go back to sleep. The kind thnt-mhehTynere outside, the sir droops so low you have to stoop to get under it. - Anyway, I' got up. The -nly bright epot in the morning was dragging Snow out becnuse he felt even worse than I did.
+=== Tails down. ===
-We had something for breakfast that tasted like sawdust Pnd discussed the transport problem. The problem was because some --)eo7lo with vohicles - wilted to use them, but felt thwarted because the walk uTilonced and endea-at far divergent -xpints. Finally, it was resolved that Stitt should drive to -- Gordon (the proposed finishing point). Snow and George, with as mant passengers as could be crammed in, would'drive to Hornsby where we would 5,11 meet ;A,:nd - -- proceed by train to ht. Euring-gai (the proposed starting point). Then after
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+There's nothing easier than sitting on your tail watching the scenery go by, especially with the blue sky above and a fresh breeze blowing against your face. Folk who enjoy that kind of recreation, plus a swim at lunchtime, should come on Brian Harvey's Launch Trip down Cowan Creek on Sunday 22nd February. 8.10 a.m. train to Turramurra, bus to Bobbin Head. Cost of boat about 10/-. Bring a thermos for morning tea afloat, and your swimming-cossie.
-the walk Stitt would be able to drive the other drivers up tfl Hornsby'for their cars and they in turn would drive back to GorezIon for their passengers. This all sounds most involved, and, in fact, it was.
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+Ring Brian Harvey JW.1462 (B) or BU.1611.
-The only snag was that we finished the walk at another place that wasn't Mt. Kuring-gai or Hornsby or Gordon, but this didn't matter because' Stitt had pulled out of the trip and gone home about midday, so he wOuldh't have been able to drive anyone anywhere anyway. So thrA clears that un.
-ITaen, at Hornsby, all the starters were assembled and bonrdiag
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-the train, I noticed that Stitt was swinging from P thong on his wrist, an evil lookin geology pick. I didn't think to ask him why he'd brought it, but I remember it made me feel rather uncomfortable.
-Ilnother unhappy incident occurred after we alighted from the train at Mt. Huring-gai. I suddenly realised-I had'no definite idea of-whiah side of the subway led in the riFht direction, or which road we should take. In a flm I dragged our the r_inD and right there in the dim light of the subway began to 7-puzzle it nut. P-resently I was rescued by some members who had apparently missed me, and frankly I was very grateful, although I did feel rather embarrassed as they dragged mo into the light of day and the despising Gaze of the party. I felt this auEered not well for the future and so did they.
+===== The Northern Hemisphere Compass. =====
-;Star this I relegated myself to the end of the line and everything went swimmingly all the way. tn Bobbin Head. Ls a matter of fact, "Swngly" is a very appropriate term because from about Nbednuts on, it rained like there was no bottom in the sicy anymore.
-Beneath one of the picnic shelters-at Bobbin Head, everyone gathered to wring water out of-their socks, hair, etc., in-r)rennratien for the next - stage, 12--) Cowan Creek. We seemed to be doing fairly well bec-use it was still only 9 o'clock or so and I thought to myself that most Sunday walkers are just catching trains about now and felt almost haer-yy again. So ha7-7, in fact,
+- Geof Wagg
-that I thought I'd have rv-lother try at leading, perhaps to redeem my reputation. Little did I suspect the ignominy still in store. dInd yet the track along the bank seemed definite enough - haw could anythin,:: 0-..) wrong.
-I supnose you've seen that track up C.)wan Creek. It ducks round behind Halvorsen's boatshed then, like most such tracks, follows faithfully the peculiarities of the bank. -niter about half a mile, the bushes began to hang over quite a bit, so I guess that this marks the extent of the average Dicnicers
+If you've ever heard the expression used, that so and so is a "charlie", and you've wondered just what exactly is meant, then read this story. This is about a __real__ charlie.
-excursions.
-We we-re no average picnicers. On we strode while the rain poured over us in unbelievable volume, loadinE every bush and branch se that to brush
+The idea, if I remember correctly, was to do a marathon Sunday walk in order to demonstrate just how easy this type of walk really was - no! Don't laugh yet! Read a little further and have a really good one. And the next thing, although I can see now that I shouldn't have done it, or if I did I should have kept a wary watch for the twinkle in his eye, was to ask Malcolm to suggest a route as I had not the vaguest idea about Sunday walk country. Of course Malc suggested one (and I'll bet his eye twinkled) but all unheeding I copied it straight on to the Walks Programme without even viewing it on the map. It read:-
-it was like being doused with a bucket of cold water. 'Rain saturated everything we wore and every word we spoke; trickled down cellars and sleeves and dripped into oyes and oars; then every so often - splash - a branch would give you another bucketfull in the face. Henry Ford marched beside mu tactfully passing on handy hints clout the route. Stitto strode behind mc swinging his
-confounded rock pick. After a while I offered to carry it and he peacably
+"Mt. Kuring-gai - Woodnuts - Bobbin Head - Cowan Creek - Bare Creek - Gordon Creek - Gordon"
-passed it over, much to or relief.
-Just about then the main tracIr. Started up a ridge end 'ind we rbAched the extremity of Henry's prior exnerience. I wasn't sn mnrriecl, however, because just-across the slimy reeks of a side creek, I could see a continuation of the track. Ha! Ten paces later and round a corner, it vanished int- a mass of rocks and tangled shrubbery.
+I don't know if I can remember the names and conditions of all the members that started with me, but I can think of a few and I'm sure that others will occur as we go along. There was me (although I still sometimes get to wishing that I hadn't been) and there was Snow and Henry Ford and Heather Joyce and George Grey, and there was Stitt with his broken leg either still in plaster or just out, and a chap he picked up with from Bessarabia or Mesapotamia or Indonesia or somewhere. Oh yes, and there was Jane Putt too, who brought a friend of Colins from the Melbourne Walkers called Pat. Somehow Jane got the idea that we were leaving on the 6 p.m. train on Saturday night, whereas it was the 6 a.m. train on Sunday morning and I didn't realise her error until the last minute and had to send an urgent telegram. Then Jenny Madden thought she might come, either just before or just after Bruce was born, but as things turned out, I'm rather relieved that she didn't. So you see it was the kind of trip that you could say it was imperative it should go right - a trip that was taking place before the critical eyes and under the turned up nose of the world. You could say I should have been more circumspect about letting all these observers come on such a trip. You could say practically anything and be right - now!
-,
+Well, I had misgivings that morning right from the moment I opened one eye and saw the weather. It was the kind that causes most people to roll over on to their other side and go back to sleep. The kind that when you're outside, the sir droops so low you have to stoop to get under it. Anyway, I got up. The only bright spot in the morning was dragging Snow out because he felt even worse than I did.
+We had something for breakfast that tasted like sawdust and discussed the transport problem. The problem was because some people with vehicles wanted to use them, but felt thwarted because the walk commenced and ended at far divergent points. Finally, it was resolved that Stitt should drive to Gordon (the proposed finishing point). Snow and George, with as many passengers as could be crammed in, would drive to Hornsby where we would all meet and proceed by train to Mt. Kuring-gai (the proposed starting point). Then after the walk Stitt would be able to drive the other drivers up to Hornsby for their cars and they in turn would drive back to Gordon for their passengers. This all sounds most involved, and, in fact, it was.
+The only snag was that we finished the walk at another place that wasn't Mt. Kuring-gai or Hornsby or Gordon, but this didn't matter because Stitt had pulled out of the trip and gone home about midday, so he wouldh't have been able to drive anyone anywhere anyway. So that clears that up.
+When, at Hornsby, all the starters were assembled and boarding the train, I noticed that Stitt was swinging from a thong on his wrist, an evil looking geology pick. I didn't think to ask him why he'd brought it, but I remember it made me feel rather uncomfortable.
+Another unhappy incident occurred after we alighted from the train at Mt. Kuring-gai. I suddenly realised I had no definite idea of which side of the subway led in the right direction, or which road we should take. In a flap I dragged our the map and right there in the dim light of the subway began to puzzle it out. Presently I was rescued by some members who had apparently missed me, and frankly I was very grateful, although I did feel rather embarrassed as they dragged me into the light of day and the despising gaze of the party. I felt this augered not well for the future and so did they.
+After this I relegated myself to the end of the line and everything went swimmingly all the way to Bobbin Head. As a matter of fact, "Swwimmingly" is a very appropriate term because from about woodnuts on, it rained like there was no bottom in the sky anymore.
+Beneath one of the picnic shelters at Bobbin Head, everyone gathered to wring water out of their socks, hair, etc., in preparation for the next stage, up Cowan Creek. We seemed to be doing fairly well because it was still only 9 o'clock or so and I thought to myself that most Sunday walkers are just catching trains about now and felt almost happy again. So happy, in fact, that I thought I'd have another try at leading, perhaps to redeem my reputation. Little did I suspect the ignominy still in store. And yet the track along the bank seemed definite enough - how could anything go wrong.
+I supnose you've seen that track up Cowan Creek. It ducks round behind Halvorsen's boatshed then, like most such tracks, follows faithfully the peculiarities of the bank. After about half a mile, the bushes began to hang over quite a bit, so I guess that this marks the extent of the average picnicers excursions.
+We were no average picnicers. On we strode while the rain poured over us in unbelievable volume, loading every bush and branch so that to brush it was like being doused with a bucket of cold water. Rain saturated everything we wore and every word we spoke; trickled down collars and sleeves and dripped into eyes and ears; then every so often - splash - a branch would give you another bucketfull in the face. Henry Ford marched beside me tactfully passing on handy hints about the route. Stitto strode behind me swinging his confounded rock pick. After a while I offered to carry it and he peacably passed it over, much to my relief.
+Just about then the main track started up a ridge end and we reached the extremity of Henry's prior experience. I wasn't so worried, however, because just across the slimy rocks of a side creek, I could see a continuation of the track. Ha! Ten paces later and round a corner, it vanished into a mass of rocks and tangled shrubbery.
 "Better going in the creek," I proclaimed. The creek rocks were awkward and slippery and, as well as that, the valley seemed to be dividing into about twelve different parts.
-"If we climb ap this side, we can't go wrong," I decreed, nnd they credulouely followed me. "21nyway, we'll be able to see where we're ;-foing," I murmured.
-From the to it became clear that our way was r'issecterl by'Side --- creeks and we should actually have climbed a dividing snur in the centre aboat -- half a mile up. Down we went again, sidling in what seemed the right c'iroction, but once in the gully, the misty rain closed in and just what was the right direction?
+"If we climb up this side, we can't go wrong," I decreed, and they credulouely followed me. "Anyway, we'll be able to see where we're going," I murmured.
-I wish to say here that I'd never used a cor_Inass before and I've never trusted one since, but I thought a compass might be useful, so I asked if anyone had one handy. Next thing this little chnip was standing before me, holding out a compass and wearing the most trustworthy 'grin yFYu've over eeen. Now I couldn't for the life of me remember seeing him oh the trin before, although I suppose he must have been there all the time, and besides, I had other things on my mind, so I thanked him and took the compass.
-"By the way," he said; "it's a Northern Hemisnhere cnrry-Iss."- And when it comes to snap decisions, I'm just the bloke tomake then, right or wrong, so I said, "Right! We'll turn the man upside down." So it was that we - 'Picked our route with the north direction of the man orientated tn the south point of the compass.
+From the top it became clear that our way was dissected by side creeks and we should actually have climbed a dividing spur in the centre about half a mile up. Down we went again, sidling in what seemed the right direction, but once in the gully, the misty rain closed in and just what was the right direction?
-EVerything worked out well. We cross the Creek here, take thflt - ridge there, should be able to sec that trig otc. etc." I sunnose the creek
--
+I wish to say here that I'd never used a compass before and I've never trusted one since, but I thought a compass might be useful, so I asked if anyone had one handy. Next thing this little chap was standing before me, holding out a compass and wearing the most trustworthy grin you've ever seen. Now I couldn't for the life of me remember seeing him on the trip before, although I suppose he must have been there all the time, and besides, I had other things on my mind, so I thanked him and took the compass.
-must have been flowing in the wrong direction, but the mAp was folded un smal and I didn't notice that. 221yway, we crossed the creek, climbed the ridge, found the trig, lost half the party and settled down to wAit. After tii6h. "hallooine, they turned up and we nressed steadfastly on, marching-lang a-- track we'd found. Gradually we drew ahead of the Froun around Stitto, whose broken leg was troublin,7 him some, and in this order we came to the RaT - which wasn't on the maP.
-The explanation came easily - too easily. "Old map, new road. Civic -progress overtakes the cartographers." And so we pressed on hoping to reach Bare Creek for lunch. Still we were uneasy. The road wasn't leading in quite the right direction and, come to think of it, that trig back there hadn't been quite right. Better have another look at the map.
+"By the way," he said, "it's a Northern Hemisnhere compass." And when it comes to snap decisions, I'm just the bloke to make then, right or wrong, so I said, "Right! We'll turn the map upside down." So it was that we picked our route with the north direction of the map orientated to the south point of the compass.
-"Hrn-ra-rn,"
-"Look," said Henry, "If we turn the Mao Around like this. Now-6-fly we came 1.17) this ridge instead, there'd be the trig, the track, this road and even those houses there."
+Everything worked out well. We cross the creek here, take that ridge there, should be able to see that trig etc. etc." I suppose the creek must have been flowing in the wrong direction, but the map was folded up small and I didn't notice that. Anyway, we crossed the creek, climbed the ridge, found the trig, lost half the party and settled down to wait. After much "hallooing", they turned up and we pressed steadfastly on, marching along a track we'd found. Gradually we drew ahead of the group around Stitto, whose broken leg was troubling him some, and in this order we came to the __road__ - which wasn't on the map!
-As soon as he revolved the map I been to feel uncomfortable, and the  discomfort increased with every word he s7ooke.. immediate thought was, "How on earth can I keep this from the others", but even as I thought, I saw it was too late. They emerged from the scrub, looked at the road, then along it to where we'd halted. Someone took out a map and they all gathered round
-Ii.
+The explanation came easily - too easily. "Old map, new road. Civic progress overtakes the cartographers." And so we pressed on hoping to reach Bare Creek for lunch. Still we were uneasy. The road wasn't leading in quite the right direction and, come to think of it, that trig back there hadn't been quite right. Better have another look at the map.
-pointing at the map and at the country around. Stitt' scratched his head in a puzzled way, then George pointed to the other side 'of the map. Slowly I saw the map revolve, they to the man, the road, at ME: They were all looking at me. Suddenly Stitt's voice rang out, "You fool Wagg:" and as one man they began to advance threateningly in my direction. The people in the houses around stopped whatever they were doing and stared, while the children ran to the fences determined not to miss a single stroke. Nearer and nearer they came, a row of blazinc, eyes, clondhed fists and stomping feet. Nearer - nearer - stomp: Stomp! STOMP! STOMP!!
-I don't recall what happened (I suspect Henry must have won them over somehow), but the next thing I remember, they were discussinc what to do. As far as I can recall, Stitt and his friend from Indo Chinn went one way and the rest of us went another. We seemed to go down a steep ridge side to a creel: where we had lunch in a kind of cave. Lfter lunch we climbed up another ridge, which they said was the rioht ridge, although it didn't look any different from mine. We walked a lbng way along a track until we came
+"Hm-m-m,"
-to a main road, but they just ignored this and crossed over as quickly asthey could (between cars) and plunged down into the scrub on the other side. They said this was' Bare Creek or Bear Crook - I don't know. which - but from the way the cutting grass and other shrubbery grows, no-one could over have called it
-Bare Creek. On the other hand, we didn't see any bears either.
+"Look," said Henry, "If we turn the map around like this. Now say we came up this ridge instead, there'd be the trig, the track, this road and even those houses there."
-finyway, we shoved painfoTly through this dense rhubarb and the afternoon Wore itself away with little to enliven it exCept an eight foot carpet snake, which coiled itself 'around Henry Ford's arm.
-The shades of night were falling fast and we were just beginning to face the thought of being overdue when someone said they could remember having had afternoon tea hero on a trip led by Dave Ingram. This made us feel quite safe again to know we were on' the beaten track, so we Choofed along and Presently came to a track, which came to a r:-)ad, which in turn became a highway with a bus stop. We waited a -while, but as no buses came, started to walk again along the highway. It was a terribly long way - about as long as the rest of the walk; and when we got near the station (which I can't remember the name of) they started to take to these back streets. These were all as black as the inside of a whale with his mouth'shut and I reckon if Henry hadn't known his way about, we'd have been there yet.
+As soon as he revolved the map I been to feel uncomfortable, and the discomfort increased with every word he spoke. My immediate thought was, "How on earth can I keep this from the others", but even as I thought, I saw it was too late. They emerged from the scrub, looked at the road, then along it to where we'd halted. Someone took out a map and they all gathered round pointing at the map and at the country around. Stitt scratched his head in a puzzled way, then George pointed to the other side of the map. Slowly I saw the map revolve, they pointed to the map, the road, at __me__! They were all looking at me. Suddenly Stitt's voice rang out, "You fool Wagg!" and as one man they began to advance threateningly in my direction. The people in the houses around stopped whatever they were doing and stared, while the children ran to the fences determined not to miss a single stroke. Nearer and nearer they came, a row of blazing eyes, clenched fists and stomping feet. Nearer - nearer - stomp: Stomp! STOMP! __STOMP__!!
-Nell, 'at last we arrived at this station (whichever it was) and I've never been so glad to hit Katoomba station after any walk I've over dope as I was then. It didn't even and the way a decent walk does, with a good comrady trip home together in the train, because beds scattered every which way to pick up cars and catch trains, eta.
-Ever since then I have been off compasses and off. Sunday walks, although I don't suppose it is fair to blame Sunday walking for everything that happened that day. In loss rational moments I am inclined to blame everything, even the rain,- on that blasted northern hemisphere compass.
+I don't recall what happened (I suspect Henry must have won them over somehow), but the next thing I remember, they were discussing what to do. As far as I can recall, Stitt and his friend from Indo China went one way and the rest of us went another. We seemed to go down a steep ridge side to a creek where we had lunch in a kind of cave. After lunch we climbed up another ridge, which they said was the __right__ ridge, although it didn't look any different from mine. We walked a long way along a track until we came to a main road, but they just ignored this and crossed over as quickly as they could (between cars) and plunged down into the scrub on the other side. They said this was Bare Creek or Bear Creek - I don't know which - but from the way the cutting grass and other shrubbery grows, no-one could over have called it Bare Creek. On the other hand, we didn't see any bears either.
-HOORff F' SCHAFER
+Anyway, we shoved painfully through this dense rhubarb and the afternoon wore itself away with little to enliven it except an eight foot carpet snake, which coiled itself around Henry Ford's arm.
+The shades of night were falling fast and we were just beginning to face the thought of being overdue when someone said they could remember having had afternoon tea here on a trip led by Dave Ingram. This made us feel quite safe again to know we were on the beaten track, so we choofed along and presently came to a track, which came to a road, which in turn became a highway with a bus stop. We waited a while, but as no buses came, started to walk again along the highway. It was a terribly long way - about as long as the rest of the walk; and when we got near the station (which I can't remember the name of) they started to take to these back streets. These were all as black as the inside of a whale with his mouth shut and I reckon if Henry hadn't known his way about, we'd have been there yet.
+Well, at last we arrived at this station (whichever it was) and I've never been so glad to hit Katoomba station after any walk I've over done as I was then. It didn't even end the way a decent walk does, with a good comrady trip home together in the train, because bods scattered every which way to pick up cars and catch trains, etc.
+Ever since then I have been off compasses and off Sunday walks, although I don't suppose it is fair to blame Sunday walking for everything that happened that day. In less rational moments I am inclined to blame everything, even the rain, on that blasted northern hemisphere compass.
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+=== Hooray F' Schafer. ===
 Just had news from Germany that Neil and Christa are engaged. Christa returned to Germany with her parents a while ago and Schafer has just caught up with her again.
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 WHITE W.LITER, BLIMP - CAUTION ON THE COLO (L.G.AJN)
 - "Pluto"