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 By 11 o'clock everyone reluctantly tore themselves away and headed for home, to be ready for the great campfire celebration to be held next day.
-**October 22nd. The Boy Scouts' Camp, Pennant Hills.**
+__October 22nd. The Boy Scouts' Camp, Pennant Hills.__
 From 4 o'clock onwards walkers came, till around 350 were there. They gathered in the hall adjoining the kitchen and reminisced and ate and looked at old photographs and scrap books filled with walking and conservation items. Some 120 set up tents in the bush and when darkness came we saw Dunc's "Rogues' Gallery" of old photographs, the older members seeing themselves when 40 or 50 years younger, with the accompanying flood of memories.
-Outside it began to spit rain but that did not stop us from lighting the campfire and urging everyone to foregather. As Paddy led off the usual singing the rain fell harder and harder. People cowered under umbrellas and groundsheets and did their best to cooperate with Bob Younger and Barbara Bruce in singing, but at last we realised it was a losing battle so Helen sent us all up to the Assembly Hall where the whole croWd were eventually seated and the entertainment continued.  The highlight was a Chronic Opera by the notorious Crown. Street Composers Malcolm McGregor, Jim Brown, Geoff Uagg and Don Matthews. They sang of a walk 7-here everything, as commonly happens, went wrong. The audience laughed uproariously. The finale involved the undraping of a huge birthday cake manufactured by construction engineer George Gray.- At a given signal the lid of the cake opened and up popped charming little tonyear old Susan Gray dressed in a bikini and a chaplet of flannel flowers. The audience were still applauding when up popped Dot Butler, similarly clad, bearing a placard "50 YEARS ON", the implication being that Busnwalkers now 10 years old can still expect to be walking at 60.
+Outside it began to spit rain but that did not stop us from lighting the campfire and urging everyone to foregather. As Paddy led off the usual singing the rain fell harder and harder. People cowered under umbrellas and groundsheets and did their best to cooperate with Bob Younger and Barbara Bruce in singing, but at last we realised it was a losing battle so Helen sent us all up to the Assembly Hall where the whole crowd were eventually seated and the entertainment continued.  The highlight was a Chronic Opera by the notorious Crown Street Composers -  Malcolm McGregor, Jim Brown, Geoff Wagg and Don Matthews. They sang of a walk where everything, as commonly happens, went wrong. The audience laughed uproariously. The finale involved the undraping of a huge birthday cake manufactured by construction engineer George Gray. At a given signal the lid of the cake opened and up popped charming little ten-year old Susan Gray dressed in a bikini and a chaplet of flannel flowers. The audience were still applauding when up popped Dot Butler, similarly clad, bearing a placard "50 YEARS ON", the implication being that Bushwalkers now 10 years old can still expect to be walking at 60.
-Another well received item was the Fashion Parade through the Decades, thought la? by Grace Noble, featuring pedestrian excursionists of the 1890's and 1900/s, right through to the glamorous and tough girl walkers of the present day then beyond to the walker of the future with his solarheater, light-weight aluminium pack and special clothing that lets moisture out but prevents it from getting in. A real breakthrough.
+Another well received item was the Fashion Parade through the Decades, thought up by Grace Noble, featuring pedestrian excursionists of the 1890's and 1900's, right through to the glamorous and tough girl walkers of the present day then beyond to the walker of the future with his solar-heater, light-weight aluminium pack and special clothing that lets moisture out but prevents it from getting in. A real breakthrough.
-A line-up of Presidents brought forth seventeen. It was a pity two of our women Presidents had just gone home. This left Helen as the only rose among all that crowd of men. Now out came Ian Debert and presented a photograph of his father, Jack Debert, who died a few years ago. Jack it was who put an advertisement in the newspaper in 1927 calling together people who were interested in forming a bush walking club - the gleam in
+A line-up of Presidents brought forth seventeen. It was a pity two of our women Presidents had just gone home. This left Helen as the only rose among all that crowd of men. Now out came Ian Debert and presented a photograph of his father, Jack Debert, who died a few years ago. Jack it was who put an advertisement in the newspaper in 1927 calling together people who were interested in forming a bush walking club - the gleam in the eye, as it were, that was followed by the conception then the birth of the S.B.W.
-the eye, as it were, that was followed by the conception then the birth of the S.B.W.
-The Modern Pop Singing group with their guitars and bagpipes called forth many encores but my midnight good manners prompted the piper to put down his pipes so the local residents could get some sleep. Many of the audience also sought their beds, either in the dormitory, in their tents, or in their homes, many of the latter returning the next day for further re-uning.
+The Modern Pop Singing group with their guitars and bagpipes called forth many encores but by midnight good manners prompted the piper to put down his pipes so the local residents could get some sleep. Many of the audience also sought their beds, either in the dormitory, in their tents, or in their homes, many of the latter returning the next day for further re-uning.
-A fitting finale to this never-to-be-forgotten weekend was a
+A fitting finale to this never-to-be-forgotten weekend was a bushwalk through the adjacent parkland to visit Marie Byles in her little cottage in the bushland heights of Cheltenham.  Marie has piloted her vessel steadfastly through Life and now has her course set with just such clear-eyed honesty for the other shore. The younger members of the Club walked quietly through her bushland, already donated to the National Trust, and were impressed.
-bushwalk through the adjacent parkland to visit Marie Byles in her little cottage in the bushland heights of Cheltenham. Marie has Di4.oted her vessel steadfastly through Life and now has her course set with just such clear-eyed honesty for the other shore. The younger members of the Club walked quietly through her bushland, already donated to the National Trust, and were impressed.
 On which note we end this chronicle of a great occasion, hoping to be one of the number when as many, or more, will come together at the Club's 60th Birthday Party in 1987.
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 by Marion Lloyd
-"You look like a squashed chock," remarked. my brother David as he tried. to prevent jam dribbling out of his day pack dowii an unfortunate's neck. We were sitting on the stairs jammed in by bodies that were stacked up the stairs of an old. vintage Leyland. bus which must have been bequeathed to the colony before Independence after it had. outlived. its usefulness in London and coaxed along for another twenty years.
+"You look like a squashed chock," remarked my brother David as he tried to prevent jam dribbling out of his day pack down an unfortunate's neck. We were sitting on the stairs jammed in by bodies that were stacked up the stairs of an old vintage Leyland bus which must have been bequeathed to the colony before Independence after it had outlived its usefulness in London and coaxed along for another twenty years.
 The bus was doing its best to heave itself through the heat and traffic along Chewringhee Road to Sealdah Station, Calcutta. Men were riding on the outside of the bus hanging on to any hand hold that coula be grabbed whether it was the bus or a body. This way it was free, anyway they were the lucky ones as the multitude inside was padked in. like sardines, collection of fares wree a farce and getting out was a dream.
 To beat the peak-horer traffic we left our pseudo. "'hotel" at 3 pm to try to reach the other side of the ciy to catch the Darjeeling train at 7.30 pm. At the best of times Calcutta's traffic is confusion but at peak hour it is utter obace5. The traffic grinds to a halt fOr a couple of hours trying to sort itself out as the. air and. smoke pollution rises. At Sealdah.Station hundr s>6.3 of homeless and poorer passengers were lying, sleeping, eating, begging, cooking, waiting.