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 |November 10-11|__Lovetts Bay Area__ Working Bee. Track clearing from Lovett's Bay to Flagstaff Hill in co-operation with Kuringai Trust Ranger who will provide gear. For further details see Notice Board. Leader: John White. XW6526.|
-==For The Intrepid.====
+====For The Intrepid.====
 |November 3-4-5|Kanangra Walls - Danae Brook - Kanangra Walls. "We were now imprisoned in our canyon, our only way out being down, as three sides were now sheer to overhanging and our gendarme loomed immediately behind and about 300' above us. The rock strata is at all times inclined out and away from the canyon floor, so that by sidling to our left to skirt a large waterfall of 90' we were forced higher and higher till a likely ledge with a favourable belay allowed us to descend into the creek. Here we used our full length of rope to descend vertically 120' to a spot where, after more sidling, along 'narrow' ledges with sparse vegetation, we could reach the creekbed, our quickest way of travel....". If you like this sort of thing and know something of rope wok, this is for you. Starters are requested to bring a carabiner and string. Leader: David Brown.|
-=====At Our Extraordinary And Half-yearly General Meetings.=====
+=====At Our Extraordinary And Half-Yearly General Meetings.=====
 - Alex Colley.
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 Alter-stuffing our frosted sodden belongings into our packs we made our way towards Karella Hut at the top of the chair lift. We could not ski for about 18 inches of very soft snow had fallen overnight and the skis only sank down leaving us knee deep in snow. Very soon in between snow showers we found the hut where we dried our clothes out beside a gas fire whilst rearing our hosts clothing.
+=====A Week In The Rockies.=====
-A WEEK -IN TIE ROCKIES.
+- Frank Digbv.
-- Frank Diglv.
- (Editorial Note: Frank and Joan are at present living in Edmonton, Canada. Address: Suite 9A,
+(Editorial Note: Frank and Joan are at present living in Edmonton, Canada. Address: Suite 9A, 14504 - 108th Avenue, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. They are seeing a good deal of the local countryside. Mt. Robson, the highest peak in the Canadian Rockies, is about 50 miles west of Jasper, 280 miles from Edmonton.)
-- 108th Avenue,
-Edmonton, Albortas-Canda.
-and are seeing a good deal of the lodal countryside. n. Robson, the highest peak in the Canadian Rockies, is about 50 miles west of Jasper,. 280 miles from EdMonton.)
-With light hearts and heavy packs, Joan and I turned our badks on civilisation and headed in towards Nt. Robson: not that We could see our quarry - naturally, we had landed the twat weather of the summer and the only time we saw Robson in all ite magnificent 13,000 feet was the previous evening when we had arrived. Then the snow and ice covered summit had soared unbelieiably into a serene blue slcy but today the huge massif was again up to its old tricks, making its Own dirty weather and hiding in the midst of it. gen, we had been given our glimpse, from here on we
+With light hearts and heavy packs, Joan and I turned our backs on civilisation and headed in towards Mt. Robson: not that we could see our quarry - naturally, we had landed the worst weather of the summer and the only time we saw Robson in all its magnificent 13,000 feet was the previous evening when we had arrived. Then the snow and ice covered summit had soared unbelievably into a serene blue sky but today the huge massif was again up to its old tricks, making its own dirty weather and hiding in the midst of it. Well, we had been given our glimpse, from here on we could use our imagination.
-could use our imagination.
-- The trail into Berg Lake is mostly pleasant, but definitely exciting in spots. Who could remain unmoved at the sight of the raging torrent that is Robson River hurling itself in grand disorder over a succession of mighty falls. The very moms might even stir the soul - Valley of a Thousand Falls, Emperor Falls, Falls of the Pool and White Falls - white indeed. As if to balance this grand show of the River, long flimsy curtains of finest lace trail their way down the cliffs on either side of the valley, Wherever the eye should roam, water in the most beautiful forms of motion dominates the scenery.. We had to hasten out of this valley or we would have spent our whole vacation there.
+The trail into Berg Lake is mostly pleasant, but definitely exciting in spots. Who could remain unmoved at the sight of the raging torrent that is Robson River hurling itself in grand disorder over a succession of mighty falls. The very names might even stir the soul - Valley of a Thousand Falls, Emperor Falls, Falls of the Pool and White Falls - white indeed. As if to balance this grand show of the River, long flimsy curtains of finest lace trail their way down the cliffs on either side of the valley. Wherever the eye should roam, water in the most beautiful forms of motion dominates the scenery. We had to hasten out of this valley or we would have spent our whole vacation there.
-Our first camp was near Berg Lakes with a view across to two glaciers tumbling down from high up on the North-west face of Robson - po gentleness in this ice, only the jagged and rugged grandeur born of tremendous nnd unpredictable farces. As re--sipped our bedtime cocoa beside the campfire, the setting sun, suddenly released from the oVercast, turned a. horizontal band of rock and now on the mountain above into a fiery corridor; the famous alpine glow, final act of the dying sun.
-At Berg Lake re found a Chalet and a base camp for abatat thirty members of the Seattle Mountaineering Club, some of -whom were attemnting both Robson and Whitehorn.
+Our first camp was near Berg Lakes with a view across to two glaciers tumbling down from high up on the North-west face of Robson - no gentleness in this ice, only the jagged and rugged grandeur born of tremendous and unpredictable forces. As we sipped our bedtime cocoa beside the campfire, the setting sun, suddenly released from the overcast, turned a horizontal band of rock and snow on the mountain above into a fiery corridor; the famous alpine glow, final act of the dying sun.
-.
-But much more important we found Robson Glacier. The snout of this glacier is a little Alpine wonderland in it self. The Robson River, here at its birthplace,
+At Berg Lake we found a Chalet and a base camp for abaut thirty members of the Seattle Mountaineering Club, some of whom were attempting both Robson and Whitehorn. But much more important we found Robson Glacier. The snout of this glacier is a little Alpine wonderland in it self. The Robson River, here at its birthplace, gushes forth through a huge canyon of pure ice. Ice caverns, with depths of coldest blue and all manner of curious formations, range about the glacier foot. With the  aid of cut steps in the first few yards it is quite easy to mount  the glacier and quite safe to walk up its gentle slope when the ice is free of snow. Many crevasses scar the surface and one can only guess at the awful depths. The ice here is probably some hundreds of feet thick.
-gushes forth through a huge ca./von of 'pure ice. Ice caverns, ri th depths of coldest blue and all manner of curious formations,, range about the gl:-.1cier foot. With the  aid of cut steps in the first few yards it is quite easy to mbunt  the glacier and quite safe to walk up it 's gentle slope when the ice is free of snow. MaW'- crevasses scar the sarface and one can only guess at the awful depths. The ice he is probably some hUndreds of feet thick.
--During our short stay in this area the swirling mists-oc:.-;asionally revealed the Uppei' part of Robson, to give us tantalizin2g,lithpses of great 'masses Of rock and -ick, towering thousands of feet above us. ls one famous m-)untPineer has put it, 'Robson is-one of the great mcuntains of the world, in-everz:7- sense of the word". In this mood, its defences certainly would repel all comers. To the west lofty and. challenging Cone of a mounta in played hide and seek with the clouds - that would be Whitehorn, the sharpest peak I have yet seen in the Rocides.
+During our short stay in this area the swirling mists occasionally revealed the upper part of Robson, to give us tantalizing glimpses of great masses Of rock and ice towering thousands of feet above us. As one famous mountaineer has put it, "Robson is-one of the great mountains of the world, in every sense of the word". In this mood, its defences certainly would repel all comers. To the west a lofty and challenging cone of a mountain played hide and seek with the clouds - that would be Whitehorn, the sharpest peak I have yet seen in the Rockies.
-Packing five days food we set off one morning through the low Robson pass to the north. Using the north sheet of Jasper Park, we had Plotted a fifty mile trail trip via MooSe Pass, Moose River, Colonel Pass, Grant Pass, Centre Pass and the Miette Valley, ret-t- to -the Yellowhead road at Yelloitthead Pass. It looked interesting on the map, to say the least; and now we were to-test it in practice. In the late afternoon we reached Moose Pass, a pleasant spot above the tim'oe', but unfortu nately the mosquitoes would not allow us to enjoy it! Passing into the upper Moose Valley on the other side we Seemed to enter a different world. The top' part of this Valley, above the treeline, is the true 4J-pine meadow at its very best. A crystal-clear stream hurries dorn the slope, pausing every now and then to form the most beautiful little lakes. The valley bed and the slopes below the rock-line are a riot of colour for here the wild flowers reign supreme, isolated froiii the competition of the forest. Far,. far down the valley, above the tops of the evergreens, the majestic peak of the Colonel, it h.: slopes: streaked with glaciers, reared up into the slq to complete the Alpine setting.. As we ambled down the trail our thoughtSautothatically turned to malsing camp, far here was a place where a camp ought to be made, out of respect for the sheer beauty of the surroundings.
+Packing five days food we set off one morning through the low Robson pass to the north. Using the north sheet of Jasper Park, we had plotted a fifty mile trail trip via Moose Pass, Moose River, Colonel Pass, Grant Pass, Centre Pass and the Miette Valley, returning to the Yellowhead road at Yellowhead Pass. It looked interesting on the map, to say the least, and now we were to test it in practice. In the late afternoon we reached Moose Pass, a pleasant spot above the timber, but unfortunately the mosquitoes would not allow us to enjoy it! Passing into the upper Moose Valley on the other side we seemed to enter a different world. The top part of this Valley, above the treeline, is the true Alpine meadow at its very best. A crystal-clear stream hurries down the slope, pausing every now and then to form the most beautiful little lakes. The valley bed and the slopes below the rock-line are a riot of colour for here the wild flowers reign supreme, isolated from the competition of the forest. Far, far down the valley, above the tops of the evergreens, the majestic peak of the Colonel, its slopes streaked with glaciers, reared up into the sky to complete the Alpine setting. As we ambled down the trail our thoughts automatically turned to making camp, for here was a place where a camp ought to be made, out of respect for the sheer beauty of the surroundings.
 ....Then we saw the bear!
-How fitting the whole scene was as this big black animal browsed through the me-ado-vir, he -Was idng of the valley and he belonged here, not in some foul cage in a zoo. Howe'Ver, I must admit these philosophies did not exactly occur to us at the
-time. Our only thoughts-then were just what was going to happen  -id-ien bear met humane. By the-time -we had meandered down the trail to where -cur friend had been he had moved further on and it looked as if we could slip by urribtiOed. r-b this point, though, Old Bruin must have got a whiff of us bec,.Tase he abruptly turned in his trachs and charged towards us in a distinctly menading manner. "Get out 3--)ur plate, Joan, rand bang it for all your worth",  I Said; noise was to be our weapon.- What with this terrible racket and n-,y blood-curdling yells the bear just could not tal iB it - he turned tail and disappeared across the grass slopes faster -than a prize pacer. To say -we felt a little easier inside is an understatement. Anyway, bears or no bears, we still made our camp and a better one you could not have found. After episode "Bear" we never grumbled at having to rope our food up in a tree at night and I noticed that Joan always went to bed with the now battered plate and a large spoon in a handy position.
+How fitting the whole scene was as this big black animal browsed through the meadow; he was king of the valley and he belonged here, not in some foul cage in a zoo. However, I must admit these philosophies did not exactly occur to us at the time. Our only thoughts then were just what was going to happen  when bear met humans. By the time we had meandered down the trail to where our friend had been he had moved further on and it looked as if we could slip by unnoticed. At this point, though, Old Bruin must have got a whiff of us because he abruptly turned in his tracks and charged towards us in a distinctly menacing manner. "Get out your plate, Joan, and bang it for all your worth",  I said; noise was to be our weapon. What with this terrible racket and my blood-curdling yells the bear just could not take it - he turned tail and disappeared across the grass slopes faster than a prize pacer. To say we felt a little easier inside is an understatement. Anyway, bears or no bears, we still made our camp and a better one you could not have found. After episode "Bear" we never grumbled at having to rope our food up in a tree at night and I noticed that Joan always went to bed with the now battered plate and a large spoon in a handy position.
-.
-FOR A.LL YOUR TRIMPORT FRCE BLACHEMTH
+The Moose Valley is one of those two-faced affairs one often finds in the mountains - above the tree line, beautiful and exhilarating but below that magical line, terrible in parts. We spent the best part of a day working our way ten miles down the alley, following a rough trail, (and very often no trail), through the timber, (both horizontal and vertical varieties), or perhaps slogging it out through the more open swampland. Rest stops were out of the question owing to the hordes of mosquitoes and march flies which immediately launch a violent offensive if one dares to halt. We saw some enormous bear tracks in this region and were thankful we did not meet the owners. Moose tracks were there by the seeming hundreds but no moose, although frequently we were glad of their trails through the thick bush, (but why do moose live bogs and swamps so much?). Finally, when we reckoned we were about opposite the Colonel Creek Valley we found ourselves in the unenviable position of having no alternative but to swim the Moose River. The river is fairly wide and deep at this stage of its life and of course we were on the wrong side. So stripping off, (ouch! the mossies!), and wrapping the packs in our groundsheets we launched ourselves into the cold wetness, packs floating nicely above our backs.
-CONE=
-H4TSITIELL2S TAXI 8:: TOURIST SERVICE
+Having found the blazed trail that leads to Colonel Pass, we pressed on in the gathering gloom, looking anxiously for a campsite.  However, none were forthcoming in the thick forest and into the bargain we lost the trail somewhere or other. After bashing it out for a while up the creek we settled in desperation for a small patch of flat shingle beside the stream, just big enough for one tent and a fire. All things considered it was a fine port in a storm but thank heavens there were no cloudbursts that night for our sleeping bodies rested a mere twelve inches above the water level. All in all it had been quite a day.
-,RING1 WRITE, IATIRE OR CALL  ARC HOUR - DAY CE NEGHT
-'PHONE: Blacitheath 1V.59 or IF151 BOOKING OFFICE: L. doors
+Next morning, in soupy weather, we located the trail and climbed to Colonel Pass, thence through another wonderful Alpine Valley at the tree line to Grant Pass. The map shows the trail as crossing a glacier at nigh on 9,000 feet on the side of Salient Mountain, but much to our relief this was a grave error on the part of the map maker. Actually, we sidled the mountain below the cliffs at about 7,000 ft. and then crossed the broad flower-studded meadows leading to Centre Pass on the Divide between B.C. and Alberta. Having completely lost the trail, if any, existed, over this stretch, we camped on a grassy shoulder some hundreds of feet above the Miette River, with fine views looking down the valley to Mount Fitzwilliam and across to Mt. Bridgland. This spot, although an ideal campsite, proved to be a serious rival to the Tonquin Valley in the size of its mosquito population; not even the rain would lay them low. It was with relief that we at last crawled into our tent behind that superb invention, mosquito netting, and gleefully watched the little monsters as they frustrated themselves to death on the outside.
-from Gardners Inn Hotel (LOOK FOR THE NEON SIGN)
-PASSM RS AcTAELI3LE LARGE OR SWILL PARTIES CAT.dzo FOR
+The following day, our sixth out from the road, the rain really set in to make our plight without a trail somewhat miserable. In vain we sought the map trail on the Valley's west side but it exists on paper only, so we tried bashing it out through the thick scrub the Miette River. Not even the moose trails were of any help here and after an hour of this we were thoroughly browned off. Seeking a possible route above the tree line on the east side of the valley, we worked upwards and presently, miracle of miracles, we stumbled on a cut trail where no trail ought to be. God bless the trail wardens and to hell with the cartographers! Several hours and many wet boggy miles later, the welcome sight of the Yellowhead Road and civilisation was ours. A brief clean up in the Miette and we were on the road hitching, surprisingly with quick results. (I made Joan walk behind me.) As if in a dream, (legs had been our only means of transport for a week) , we were whisked back to our starting point near Mount Robson Coffee House and our patient auto.
-FARES: 4A.NA1GRA, MILS 30/:- per head (Minimum
-PERRY TS LOOKDWN 314,.
+We had plenty to remember about our week in the wilds since we had experienced just about everything except good weather. When the powers-that-be reprint the maps __correctly__, maybe we'll have another long lash at some of that terrific, out-of-the-way mountain terrain the Canadians own but have seldom trodden.
-JENOLANZTATE FOREST 20/L P it
-CARLOIS'FAW --- 10/- ti ti
+=====Federation's annual Ball.=====
-ZEE WILL BE PLEASED TO QJOTE =PS OR SPECIAL PARTIES ON APPLICATION
-The Moose Valley is o.-neo f those two-faced affair e-one often finds in the mouritain,* ,.above. the tree line, beautiful i4re.--etbilarating but be-low that -magical line, terrible in part's... We pentthe best part-of-a day liorifing our Iilay ten miles down t-be Valley, following a rougel trail, (are ver,',--often no trail), through the timber, (both horizontal and vertical varieties), or perhaps slogging it out through the more open swampland. Rest stops were out of the question owing to the hordes of mosquitoes and rnArch flies *which immediately launch a violent offensive if one dares to halt. We saw some enormous. bear., tracks in this region and were tharkful we 'did not meet the owners. Moose 'tracks were--there by the seeming hundreds but no moose ; although frequently we were glad-of their trails through the thick bush, (but, fulay-do moose live bogs and swam;os so much?). Finally, when we reckoned we were about. ' opposite -the Colonel Creek Valley we foUnd ourselves in the 1.1.-tienviable position of having no alternatitre but to swim the Moose River. The river is fairly wide and deep at this stage of its 'life and of course we were on the wrong side. So stripping off, (oudh! the rossies:), and *wrapping the packs in our groUndsheets we lamiched ourselves into the cold wetness, packs floating nicely above our backs.
-Having found the blazed trail that leads to Colonel 'Pase, we pressed on in the gathering gloom, looldng anxiously for a campsite.  However, none were forthcoming -- in the thick for est. and into the bargain we lost, the trail somerher or other. After bashing it out for a While up.....the 'creek we settled in desperation for a small pal-Joh of flat shing2e beside the stream, just big.. enough for one tent and a fire. All things considered it was a fine port in a storm bit thank heavens there were no cloudbursts that night for our sleeping bodies rested a mere twelve inches above the water level. All in all it had been quite a day.
-lO.
-'Next mornibg, in soupy weather,r-we....lactated the trail and climbed to Colonel Pass, thence through another wonderfull Alpine:Valley at the tree line to Grant-Pass. The map shows the tiail as croSsinin. a glacier at nigh On 9,000 feet on the side of Salient Mountain, but much to our relief this was a grave error on the part of the map maker. Actually, we sidled the mountain below the cliffs et about 7,000 ft. and then crossed the broad flower-studded meadows leading to Cehtre -Pass on the Dive between B.C. and Alberta. Having completely lost the trail, if any, existed, over this stretch, we camped on a grassy shoulder some hundreds of feet above the Miette River, with fine views looldng down the -T.,111EDY to 'Sky mt W1JL1a1fl'a:L41 -cf, to Mt. Bridgl, This spot, although an ideal -tampsitul pr oved  to be a serious
-rival -to the Tonquin Valley in the of it mosquito 'Population; not ev4 the
-ratii would lay them 16W.- It -wa&-with relief' that we at last Crawled-into our
-tent behind that superb invention, mosquito nettincnd gleefully watched the little monsters as they frustrated themselves to death on the oixtside.
-The following ia y: our -sixth out from-tit- road, the -rain really set in to 12E10 our plight without a 'twail somewhat miserable. In vain we sought the map trail On the Valley's west side it exists on paper only, so we tried bashing it out
-through the thick_ scrub the Kiette River. Not even the moose trails were
-of arv- help here and after an hir of this we were thoroughly browned off.' Seeking a po-es-Dile rob.---te above the tree liwe on the east side of the Valley-, we worked upwards and Presently, miracle of mirt-nies,--ree stumbled on a cut trail whereno trail ought to be. God bless the trail -..arasns and to hell with the Cartographers! Several hour s and many we-b boggy miles later, the -welcome sight of the YeLlowhead
-Road and civii isation was our A brief clea-rk-N.1p in the idiette and we were on the
-road hitching, sarpr singly with quick results. (I made Joan walk behind me.) As
-in a dream, (legs had been our only means of transport for a week) , we were .-whiSked back to our starting point near Mount Robson Co1f-9344.T.-To-ase and our patient auto.
-We had plenty to remember about our week in the wilds since we had -experienced just about everything except good weather. Viihen the powers-that-be reprint the' maps correctly, maybe we'll ,. have another long last' at some of that terrific, out-of-- the way mountain terrain ttz Canadians ovn but have seldom trodden..
-FEL-MaTION'S ANNUAL au.L.
 - "Social Reporter".
-On the Wednesday before the all 'the Buthies" contingent numbered 16. An urgent message from Federation as:ed whether the miter cbuld be stepped Up as the largest party booked to date was 2L. The Social Secretary and her helpers, got busy, azr1 1-Jy. 10.30 p m. the 8..B.W. 'party ;Lumbered 23.-!. Not up to Lsst year's. total_ of 4.0 odd, but' the absence of several regular dancers, who were Siding in the Alps, was noticable.
-The evening pars of the great day, Friday 15th September, announced that deliveries of beer to hotels had been sispended. This caused a minor flurry amongst /Aiose who r_ke ligiid refreshmen at this type of social function. However, anz,r such fear.6 were groundless and. refreshment., -was in moderate's-apply.
+On the Wednesday before the Ball "the Buthies" contingent numbered 16. An urgent message from Federation asked whether the number could be stepped up as the largest party booked to date was 2. The Social Secretary and her helpers got busy, and by 10.30 p.m. the S.B.W. party numbered 23. Not up to last year's total of 40 odd, but the absence of several regular dancers, who were skiing in the Alps, was noticable.
-lie
-In recent, year, the Club has no participated in tha decorated table competition, but Pam Baker, Molly Rodgers; Edna Stratton ar3 Co. decided that this year would be different. Bill Rodgers arrived with a fine model of a trig. semaphore complete with bullet holes, Arnold Fleischmann struggled in litith two great lumps of rock, Holly Rodgers contributed a bag of river stones from the Grose and Edna Stretton gathered a bunch cf grey Spider Flower and Fuschia Heath from her garden of native plants. The combined ingredients produced a pleasing result, even thouEt not successful in winning a prize.
+The evening papers of the great day, Friday 15th September, announced that deliveries of beer to hotels had been suspended. This caused a minor flurry amongst those who like liquid refreshment at this type of social function. However, any such fears were groundless and refreshment was in moderate supply.
-The large hall at Paddington Town Hall was engaged this year and was much more comfcrtable for dancing. Although the attendarne 7ay have been down a little  on last, year, an early estimate put the likely profit, vani ch will go to Federation Fn a, at about ao.
-As usual, the ladies excelled themselves in their "party" dresses. In fact, one lass remarked that it was difficult to recognise familiar faces when their owners were not dressed in their customary bushalld ng garb. During the Barn Dafre, one member of otw party was invited to "Come on, Mum!" , and another was told, "You waltz just like my dear old -Dad!" (Sign of the times?) ilmongst the members of the Club pro minent, on the dance floor were Bill and Molly Rodgers, 'Miriam Steenbohm, Pam-BaliBr, Gisela Koslowsa, Arnold Fleischmann, Irene Pridham, Eileen Taylor, Audrey Ketway, Pat Dalton; Yvonne Renwick, Dick Chil(f,, David Ingram, Reg Mealrans, Jack Wren, Frank Young, Herman K'u'Itc.,,rs and Frank Roscka. Other dancers well known to members of the Club were Gordon Ballard, Ninian Melville (San.), and Dave Roots.-2-
+In recent years, the Club has not participated in the decorated table competition, but Pam Baker, Molly Rodgers, Edna Stretton and Co. decided that this year would be different. Bill Rodgers arrived with a fine model of a trig. semaphore complete with bullet holes, Arnold Fleischmann struggled in with two great lumps of rock, Molly Rodgers contributed a bag of river stones from the Grose and Edna Stretton gathered a bunch of grey Spider Flower and Fuschia Heath from her garden of native plants. The combined ingredients produced a pleasing result, even though not successful in winning a prize.
-Of course the indefatiguable Colin Watson an-3 Paul Driver (M. C.) from Federation were there to look after things. Thanks ore due to them Rnd their Committee for the work put into organising the function and for n ve2.77 enjoyable evening. See you again next Ball, if not sooner.
-,1,01.
+The large hall at Paddington Town Hall was engaged this year and was much more comfortable for dancing. Although the attendance may have been down a little on last year, an early estimate put the likely profit, which will go to Federation Funds, at about £60.
-Don't overlook the Club's. Christmas Party on 8th December at the North Sydney Council Chambers,, come comfortably dressed - no formality. See Pam Baker for tickets and please let her know early how many will be in your party so that the caterers may be notified.
-Two things were out about Molly Rodgers' recent stroll from St. Ives to Lindfield via Middle Harbour Creek. The fir at was the large area r-f attractive bushland, complete -with idldflowers, so close to the City. Second was the number of Club officials who attended - namely, the President, Secretary, Assistant Secretary and the Assistant Social Secretary. It/ all there were 12 members and 3 pr,nepective members.
+As usual, the ladies excelled themselves in their "party" dresses. In fact, one lass remarked that it was difficult to recognise familiar faces when their owners were not dressed in their customary bushwalking garb. During the Barn Dance, one member of our party was invited to "Come on, Mum!" , and another was told, "You waltz just like my dear old Dad!" (Sign of the times?) Amongst the members of the Club prominent on the dance floor were Bill and Molly Rodgers, Miriam Steenbohm, Pam Baker, Gisela Koslowski, Arnold Fleischmann, Irene Pridham, Eileen Taylor, Audrey Kenway, Pat Dalton, Yvonne Renwick, Dick Child, David Ingram, Reg Meakins, Jack Wren, Frank Young, Herman Kanters and Frank Roscka. Other dancers well known to members of the Club were Gordon Ballard, Ninian Melville (Sen.), and Dave Roots.
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-A menlo.,-_tto_mcLsp_es-t,ive mar b era. We know you're keen to do test walks, but -,,sity not have a really relaxing dRy in the bush,. sometime? Watch the Walks Programmer seek advice from those "in the islow". (Club officials) as to when these delightful excursions are to taliB
+Of course the indefatiguable Colin Watson and Paul Driver (M. C.) from Federation were there to look after things. Thanks are due to them and their Committee for the work put into organising the function and for a very enjoyable evening. See you again next Ball, if not sooner.
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+Don't overlook the Club's Christmas Party on 8th December at the North Sydney Council Chambers. Come comfortably dressed - no formality. See Pam Baker for tickets and please let her know early how many will be in your party so that the caterers may be notified.
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+Two things were out about Molly Rodgers' recent stroll from St. Ives to Lindfield via Middle Harbour Creek. The first was the large area of attractive bushland, complete with wildflowers, so close to the City. Second was the number of Club officials who attended - namely, the President, Secretary, Assistant Secretary and the Assistant Social Secretary. In all there were 12 members and 3 prospective members.
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+__A memo to prospective members__. We know you're keen to do test walks, but why not have a really relaxing day in the bush, sometime? Watch the Walks Programme or seek advice from those "in the know" (Club officials) as to when these delightful excursions are to take place.
 CHLILLTEI PRYDE.
  B.G. Harvey.