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 Although the 50th anniversary celebrations are over, the occasion and its meaning have not been forgotten. In fact, the events of October have sparked off a good deal of thought and discussion amongst members new and old. This has been particularly noticeable in recent contributions to the magazine, both in the November issue and the present
-one. The editors thought it would be appropriate to continue in this vein and we have therefore
+one. The editors thought it would be appropriate to continue in this vein and we have therefore included two trip stories of bygone days in this issue. The articles are actually a couple of selections which just missed making the anniversary magazine due to lack of space. Both the stories come from past editions of the Sydney Bushwalker.
-included two trip stories of bygone days in this issue. The articles are actually a couple of selections
-which just missed making the anniversary magazine due to lack of space. Both the stories come from past editions of the Sydney Bushwalker.
 The year is now drawing to a close, and what an eventful year it has been 1977 will be remembered as a real milestone in the history of the club, and when our young members are old perhaps they will recall the good-old-days of '77 and the fiftieth birthday.
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 ====Reflections after Fifty Years====
-by Joe Turner
+by Joe Turner (joined 1927)
-When, twenty-five years ago, Kath McKay wrote the poem (appended below) "Twenty-fifth Birthday", published in "The Sydney Bushwalker" No.215, October 19527 the "Silver Anniversary Issue", one could perhaps be forgiven for asking oneself, "What will the next 25 years bring?" Well, reflecting now, 25 years later, the Club has had its trials and tribulations; we've had our "off" periods when it seamed unlikely that there ever would again be a batch of "prospectives" to fully conform to the Club's (in the view of some) stringent conditions and become fully fledged so as to be admitted to membership; our finances have been a bit in the doldrums; at the Annual Meetings there would be a dearth of "takers" for the many Executive positions to be filled, the Walks Secretary would report a lack of starters to fill the Walks Programme; and in general the wails of the "prophets" referred to by Kath may. again have been heard, "The Club is doomed" - "The Club is slowly dying".
+When, twenty-five years ago, Kath McKay wrote the poem (appended below) "Twenty-fifth Birthday", published in "The Sydney Bushwalker" No.215, October 1952, the "Silver Anniversary Issue", one could perhaps be forgiven for asking oneself, "What will the next 25 years bring?" Well, reflecting now, 25 years later, the Club has had its trials and tribulations; we've had our "off" periods when it seamed unlikely that there ever would again be a batch of "prospectives" to fully conform to the Club's (in the view of some) stringent conditions and become fully fledged so as to be admitted to membership; our finances have been a bit in the doldrums; at the Annual Meetings there would be a dearth of "takers" for the many Executive positions to be filled, the Walks Secretary would report a lack of starters to fill the Walks Programme; and in general the wails of the "prophets" referred to by Kath may again have been heard, "The Club is doomed" - "The Club is slowly dying".
-But here we are, another twenty-five years later, able to echo Kath's assertion, "We are not wholly dead". "Wholly" indeed! - Not even partly! Nor -has the 'bus (or perhaps the car) yet discontinued "disgorging us for Era" - that is to say, some of us, while others of us (and these must include many who, although perhaps regrettably for us "oldies" left behind, have taken off for more distant tracks "Beyond") shall, let us hope, always be there in spirit, to "totter down the track and see draw nearer the dunes, the valley, Peter Page's hill, our troth with the bushflowers, each springtime to renew" - lovely words!
-And so, having been spared to enjoy, after 50 years, yet another Re-union, this S.B.W. Member would like to place on record, not merely
+But here we are, another twenty-five years later, able to echo Kath's assertion, "We are not wholly dead". "Wholly" indeed! - Not even partly! Nor has the bus (or perhaps the car) yet discontinued "disgorging us for Era" - that is to say, __some__ of us, while others of us (and these must include many who, although perhaps regrettably for us "oldies" left behind, have taken off for more distant tracks "Beyond") shall, let us hope, always be there in spirit, to "totter down the track and see draw nearer the dunes, the valley, Peter Page's hill, our troth with the bushflowers, each springtime to renew" - lovely words!
-a "reflection", but his conviction (to paraphrase Kath's words) that not only "...Jong may....", but "..long shall the others who came after, walk the bush tracks, seek out the life that's free, meet perils...." and whatever, even if "....mingled at times with mild profanity".
-Joe Turner (joined 1927).
+And so, having been spared to enjoy, after 50 years, yet another Re-union, this S.B.W. Member would like to place on record, not merely a "reflection", but his conviction (to paraphrase Kath's words) that not only "...long may....", but "..long __shall__ the others who came after, walk the bush tracks, seek out the life that's free, meet perils...." and whatever, even if "....mingled at times with mild profanity".
 __Twenty-Fifth Birthday__
-A quarter century! The years are flying - Where are the prophets who so oft have said:
+A quarter century! The years are flying -
-"The Club is doomed". "The Club is slowly dying"? Believe me, we are not yet wholly dead.
+Where are the prophets who so oft have said:
+"The Club is doomed". "The Club is slowly dying"?
+Believe me, we are not yet wholly dead.
 Still when the bus disgorges us for Era
-Our hearts leap with the old remembered thrill As, tottering down the track, we pee draw nearer The dunes, the valley, Peter Page's hill.
+Our hearts leap with the old remembered thrill
-Our mileage is not much:, as speedsters reckon; 70 pause more often to adMire the view;
+As, tottering down the track, we pee draw nearer
-But still we hobble'out, when bushflowers beckon, Our troth with them each springtime to renew.
+The dunes, the valley, Peter Page's hill.
-Yearly we cut fresh Jnotches in the tally
-Of mountainpeaks we shall not climb again;
+Our mileage is not much, as speedsters reckon;
-Heights are for Youth: But we have still the valley, The sunlit Qox, Eureka in the rain.
+We pause more often to admire the view;
-Long may that Youth, and others who come after, Walk the bush tracks, seek out the life that's free, Meet perils, scars - and. hakea - with laughter (Mingled at times with mild. profanity).
+But still we hobble out, when bushflowers beckon,
-And while we celebrate, not yet quite blotto, We would exhort them this all things above: To keep the good old independent motto Of S.B.W. - We won't be druvl
+Our troth with them each springtime to renew.
-KATH MCKAY. Written 1952.
+Yearly we cut fresh notches in the tally
+Of mountain peaks we shall not climb again;
+Heights are for Youth! But we have still the valley,
+The sunlit Cox, Eureka in the rain.
+Long may that Youth, and others who come after,
+Walk the bush tracks, seek out the life that's free,
+Meet perils, scars - and hakea - with laughter
+Mingled at times with mild. profanity).
+And while we celebrate, not yet quite blotto,
+We would exhort them this all things above:
+To keep the good old independent motto
+Of S.B.W. - We won't be druv!
+Kath McKay. Written 1952.
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