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- | SUMMER WALKS. | + | ===== Summern Walks. ===== |
- | The first programmed walks for 1961 will be on the weekend 13-14-15th January. Christmas, and the two weekends following, will find S.Bar' | + | |
- | JANUARY 13-14-15TH | + | |
- | JANUARY' | + | |
- | JANUARY 20-21-22ND | + | |
- | JA.NUARY 21-22M | + | |
- | Blackheath | + | The first programmed walks for 1961 will be on the weekend 13-14-15th January. Christmas, and the two weekends following, will find S.B.W' |
- | Leader: Arnold Fleishmann. | + | |
- | Woy-Woy ferry to Kilcare - Maitland Bay - return to Woy-Woy. | + | January 13-14-15th: Blackheath - Perry 's - Blue Gum - Govett' |
- | Easy walking, views of Brisbane Water and of the coast. Swimming. | + | |
- | Leader: Spiro Ketas. | + | January 13-14th: |
- | Kanangra Christmas. Creek - Kowmung River - Kanangra. A rugged trip in spectacular Kowmung country. Private transport. | + | January 20-21-22nd: |
- | Leader: Bob 'Duncan. | + | |
- | Heathcote | + | January 21-22nd: |
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- | COMING EVENTS. | + | |
- | Camp at Burning Palms. | + | __Coming events__. |
- | Parties leave Friday night and Saturday morning, | + | |
- | " | + | Camp at Burning Palms. Parties leave Friday night and Saturday morning, |
- | Roy Craggs intends to lead a 7-day trip aver the Kokoda Trail in May. (Read about his recent Kokoda excursion in this Issue.) | + | |
- | Any Starters? Contact Roy Craggs | + | Roy Craggs intends to lead a 7-day trip aver the Kokoda Trail in May. (Read about his recent Kokoda excursion in this Issue.) Any Starters? Contact Roy Craggs, |
- | CA, Four Mile C D W Hostel, Port Moresby, Papua. | + | |
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+ | ===== Phi Joins The S.B.W. ===== | ||
- | PI JOINS THE S.B.W. | ||
Stuart Brooks. | Stuart Brooks. | ||
- | In the village that is Sydney there dwell many people, yea, even more than one could count trees in a day's march and the greatest and the fairest, do meet together in solemn conclave each Woden' | + | In the village that is Sydney there dwell many people, yea, even more than one could count trees in a day's march and the greatest |
- | So that none save full blood members of the may participate and re the glory of Such Wonders, it is their wont to veil these coming deeds in allegory and mysticism, yea, even 24 - 25 Great Southern- Kanangra 37 R 6 25 P M S, | + | So that none save full blood members of the Tribe may participate and share the glory of such wonders, it is their wont to veil these coming deeds in allegory and mysticism, yea, even 24 - 25 Great Southern - Kanangra 37 R 6 25 P M S Canada |
- | 61 7000 (B). | + | |
Know ye that the Chief Priest of this Tribe is chosen on the Ides of March when the corn is harvested and Sirius, the sparkling one, is in the zenith, and there is much joy and acclamation and pilgrims come from afar, yea, even Oatley, to feast long through the night, sometime known as reunion, though so great are the deeds wrought on this night in prose and verse that many a member of lesser standing would wonder that he were not at the games of Olympus and be overcome by his own pitiful unworth. | Know ye that the Chief Priest of this Tribe is chosen on the Ides of March when the corn is harvested and Sirius, the sparkling one, is in the zenith, and there is much joy and acclamation and pilgrims come from afar, yea, even Oatley, to feast long through the night, sometime known as reunion, though so great are the deeds wrought on this night in prose and verse that many a member of lesser standing would wonder that he were not at the games of Olympus and be overcome by his own pitiful unworth. | ||
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Now the Chief Priest was much alarmed and in perplexity and fear gazed intently upon the brown flask from which he had been supping, muttering to himself the while " | Now the Chief Priest was much alarmed and in perplexity and fear gazed intently upon the brown flask from which he had been supping, muttering to himself the while " | ||
- | But the Vision spake "Know ye that thou must have more members for even now Padtr the packmaker cried out in agony and new members must come as "a plague of locusts and grains of sand in the dust storm lest his flanks grow thin and his bones laletach in the Wild Dogs". | + | But the Vision spake. |
- | And now the Chief Priest was sore distressed and smote his brow thrice but before he could utter the Vision spake again. | + | "Know ye that thou must have more members for even now Paddy the packmaker cried out in agony and new members must come as a plague of locusts |
- | "Now hear ye this - it shall be that all those who seek to join your tribe - and may they be as numerous as the sheep in the field, yea, even as the rock' | + | And now the Chief Priest was sore distressed |
- | And they shall be known as prospectives | + | "Know ye also that I have seen many a member who hath given long and faithful service |
- | Thus saying, the Vision vanished and took up his appointed station | + | "Now hear ye this - it shall be that all those who seek to join your tribe - and may they be as numerous as the sheep in the field, yea, even as the rock' |
- | And the Chief Priest, overcome by the visit of the Vision, vowed a mighty vow that these things mould be done, and, thus resolved, summoned his Chief Scribe, Robert | + | And they shall be known as prospectives and shall labour even unto carrying for your faithful followers and most especially for the priest who leads and brewing their broth and drawing their water and pitching their tents and seeing that their bodies are made at ease even as the only man on that island so famed by minstrels with their lutes, against |
- | And so it came to pass that a mighty assembly | + | Thus saying, the Vision vanished and took up his appointed station |
- | And When all was still, save for the wife of Brian busy fashioning raiment of wool, the Chief Priest rose, and spake, and told the assembled throng of the Great Things the Vision had delineated and how maMbers | + | And the Chief Priest, overcome by the visit of the Vision, vowed a mighty vow that these things would be done, and, thus resolved, summoned his Chief Scribe, Robert of Camden, and bade him prepare many scrolls and deliver them with speed to all the lesser priests, scribes and soothsayers, |
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+ | And so it came to pass that a mighty assembly took place in the towering temple of stone at the Place called Reiby and there was a great hubbub as of the waves on the shore or the birds of the air in the evening until the Chief Priest appeared and the murmurings departed as verily does the mead at 10 p m.. | ||
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+ | And when all was still, save for the wife of Brian busy fashioning raiment of wool, the Chief Priest rose, and spake, and told the assembled throng of the Great Things the Vision had delineated and how members | ||
And the Chief Priest spake further - "These prospectives must fill our coffers as well as the packmaker' | And the Chief Priest spake further - "These prospectives must fill our coffers as well as the packmaker' | ||
- | Then up spake the keeper of the trees, one called Brian, well known for his cunning in these matters and his wisdom, and verily he spaRe with a cunning tongue this night as follows | ||
- | "Lest there be too few to carry all the members' | ||
- | And then was heard Len: the quiet one, whose words were few as jewels but just as precious when they came. He spake thus:- | ||
- | " | + | Then up spake the keeper |
- | Gentle Jack, an elder of long standing, was than heard and spake thus with great wistfulness and no little guile: | + | |
- | "Know ye that I have been sore tried on many a trail and it would indeed be a marvellous thing to hang four eggs on my tent at night where now I hang but two, and have my swollen feet annointed with cool Cox water and my brow stroked by some fair hand and Sleep upon many cubits of fresh bracken" | + | |
- | There was one, David, who knew the flowers all by name, and who oft before had entranced the Council with his rhetoric and _wit but on this occasion he spoke solemnly thus: | + | "Lest there be too few to carry all the members' |
- | "I foresee great trouble for verily an uninitiated may perform | + | |
- | And as he thus spake the doorway to the inner sanctum vas thrown aside as the leaves by the gale and there entered a member well revered for his powers of speech | + | |
- | And thus it came about that a strange new symbol appeared upon. the scrolls of deeds to be wrought so that all members might truly know "Be. in on this one - it'll be a piece of cake - plenty of sweet young things with loads of food". | + | |
- | JOTTINGS FROM LORD HOWE ISLAND. | + | And then was heard Len, the quiet one, whose words were few as jewels but just as precious when they came. He spake thus:- |
- | Have you heard hew a certain female member holidaying on Lord Howe Island distinctly asked for "modesa" and had the shop girl searching for adhesive " | + | "Let the priests who lead be chosen with great skill and cunning lest aught of the prospectives seek an easy path or yet a soft place to lie at night, or warm, his labours being once over." |
- | louder) " | + | |
+ | Gentle Jack, an elder of long standing, was then heard and spake thus with great wistfulness and no little guile: | ||
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+ | "Know ye that I have been sore tried on many a trail and it would indeed be a marvellous thing to hang four eggs on my tent at night where now I hang but two, and have my swollen feet annointed with cool Cox water and my brow stroked by some fair hand and sleep upon many cubits of fresh bracken": | ||
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+ | There was one, David, who knew the flowers all by name, and who oft before had entranced the Council with his rhetoric and wit but on this occasion he spoke solemnly thus: | ||
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+ | "I foresee great trouble for verily an uninitiated may perform all these deeds with great fortitude and fine exampleand may yet prove a viper in the bosom and a thorn in the flesh. Truly, I beg ye, therefore, before any such may pin the garland on they have salt rubbed in their wounds before the elders of this tribe, yea, even the Chief Priest and his Chief Scribe and the lesser priests and scribes and soothsayers some call Committee and they shall prove their worth by word as well as deed and, further, should they make many marks on many scrolls to prove their spirit strong" | ||
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+ | And as he thus spake the doorway to the inner sanctum was thrown aside as the leaves by the gale and there entered a member well revered for his powers of speech and the generosity of the time he would devote to this art, and such were his magic powers of persuasion that a voice called at once, yea, before he even uttered yet a word "Move the motion be put" and it was, and carried, and there was again great rejoicing save with the late member who smote his chest and tore his hair and waxed sore displeased that he be not heard. | ||
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+ | And thus it came about that a strange new symbol Ø appeared upon the scrolls of deeds to be wrought so that all members might truly know "Be in on this one - it'll be a piece of cake - plenty of sweet young things with loads of food" | ||
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+ | ===== Jotting From Lord Howe Island. ===== | ||
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+ | Have you heard hew a certain female member holidaying on Lord Howe Island distinctly asked for "Medesa" and had the shop girl searching for adhesive " | ||
Dear Readers, | Dear Readers, | ||
- | Do you really think that Modesa said quietly and demurely by feminine lips could possibly sound like Adhesive? Supposing we had been served with "Bear Tape", then the following conversation piece could really have been fact. | ||
- | "Why do all those mainland Bushwalkers walk with that queer gait?" "Bear Tape, my dear". | ||
- | - From one who might easily-have been a queer gaiter. | ||
+ | Do you really think that ' | ||
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+ | "Why do all those mainland Bushwalkers walk with that queer gait?" | ||
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+ | "Bear Tape, my dear". | ||
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+ | - From one who might easily have been a queer gaiter. | ||
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CAVING AT CLIEFDEN. | CAVING AT CLIEFDEN. | ||
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- | ====== The Kokoda Trail ====== | + | ===== The Kokoda Trail. ===== |
Roy Craggs | Roy Craggs |
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