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Established June 1931
A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to The Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476 G.P.O., Sydney, 2001. Club meetings are held every Wednesday evening from 7.30 pm at the Cahill Community Centre (Upper Hall), 34 Falcon Street, Crows Nest.
|Editor||Ainslie Morris, 45 Austin Street, Lane Cove, 2066. Telephone 428-3178|
|Business Manager||Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, 2118. Telephone 871-1207|
|Production Manager||Helen Gray|
|Duplicator Operators||Phil Butt and Barbara Evans|
|Florida Everglades and The Keys||by Allan Wyborn||2|
|“Salt of the Earth”||Peter Christian||6|
|Obituary - Anice Duncan||Dot Butler||7|
|Eastwood Camping Centre Advertisement||8|
|Moon Madness - S.&..R Night Shift||Gordon Lee||9|
|Editor's Quiz Question||11|
|The Don Finch Moveable Re-union, 1984.||Dot Butler||12|
|Track Notes - Easter Trip 1984||Don Finch||15|
|Social Notes for July||16|
|5th Australian Rogaining Championships 1984||Roger Browne||16|
|Getting Over||Jim Brown||17|
|News of Neil Schafer||19|
|“For Services to Conservation” - Alex Colley, O.A.M.||20|
|Notes on Committee Meeting 6.6.84||20|
|At the General Meting 13.6.84||20|
|Advantages of Offset Printer||20|
by Allan Wyborn
Off to Florida
It was at the and of August. We were staying with friends near Washington D.C. and debating how to get down to the Everglades. The shortest return trip by road to Key West is 4800 km, and time was running out. The alternative was to fly down to Miami, hire a car and use motels for few days. Our friends have an apartment in southern Florida, and told us of the heat down there at this time of year, so Alice decided to stay with them and our Dodge motorvan until I returned. Inside half an hour the Air Florida plane was booked for the next morning, a Chevette car arranged to be at Miami Airport, and motels booked. Such is the efficiency of travelling in the United States.
The plane trip to Miami lasted two hours, and there as a brand new Chevette waiting for me. The car, although small, was fully air-conditioned, an essential feature in these latitudes; in fact I don't think I could have managed to do the trip without it. A quick look at Miami - I had been warned about the Cubans - and then across the Venetian Causeway to the island of Miami Beach. The actual beach is now 600 metres wide of very clean sand pumped back out of the Atlantic by the army, after it practically disappeared in storms. Along the ocean beach and the inner Biscayne Bay area are some 50 km long of high rise hotels and apartments. Being a Wednesday in the off-season not many people about, so back to Miami, and due west on the Tamiami Trail into a very heavy thunderstorm, which forced a roadside stoppage in stifling conditions till it passed.
This Trail skirts the northern boundary of the Everglades National Park, which occupies 600,000 hectares of the southern tip of Florida, but is only a small part of the vast, complex ecological system of the Everglades, commonly called “The Glades”, covering 2,800;000 hectares. Much of the Park is barely above sea level, and the lifeblood of its fauna and flora is the flow of fresh and salt water. It is unique in many ways, and because its climate, geographical location and ocean currents, provides the United States with its only sub-tropical wilderness. From Lake Okeechobee, 110 km north of the Trail, the huge shallow sheet of shimmering water of the Everglades creeps through rushes and sawgrass to the Park.
Along the Trail at Coopertown I had my first ride in an airboat, skimming over the grass at high speed. The flat-bottomed boat had a three metre propeller and a large air rudder. I had a turn as pilot seated up high with an expansive look over the Glades. The next stop was to be the 20 km Shark Valley Tram ride to the Observation Tower, but due to the heavy wet season, the track was under water, so no tram ride. It was a pity; as there are lots of alligators in a pool at the bottom of the Tower. If you follow the Tamiani Trail west to the Gulf of Mexico you reach Everglades City in the Ten Thousand. Islands area, where the Wilderness Waterway canoe trip starts, finishing at Flamingo and taking seven days. However, as I did not have the days to spare, I returned to just south of Miami and visited the palatial Vizcaya Mansion, the old home of the Duponts. Although the interior and exterior were magnificent, there was a general air of decay and pathos.
The Gumbo Limbo Trees
On south by Highway 1 to stay that night at a beautiful air-conditioned motel at Homestead,thankful to have a respite from the heat of 38 degrees C. Next morning away early to enter the National Park early at the modern Visitors Centre, where I had an orientation of the Park in the auditorium, saw the museum, obtained free material and brochures, and browsed in the book store which also has tapes, slides and momentoes. After leaving the Centre it was off along the 50 km road to Flamingo on the extreme south coast. There are many stops along, the road, each with about a 2 km. walking trail winding over the sloughs and ponds, and through shadowed hammocks (tree isiands), giving an intimate view of the Park's vegetation and wildlife. At Royal Palm there is a vast storehouse of biological and scientific wonders.
I took both trails here with a few people about and a ranger speaking about these things. The Anhinga Trail is over a raised boardwalk which circles across the waterways containing alligators. These reptiles are truly at home in the Park feeding mainly on garfish, turtles, etc, but they mean life to many more than they consume, as in the dry season they keep survival holes open by thrashing with snout and tail keeping the muck and vegetation out of the larger holes in the limestone surface. Fish and birds then use these holes as a refuge. In the wet season wildlife is difficult to see as it disperses to the outer spaces where food is plentiful.
The Gumbo Limbo Trail, at a few metres higher elevation, is through dense undergrowth in which wildlife is well hidden, but there were many large colourful tree snails on the smooth-barked gumbo trees. Also seen here are orchids and air plants, which latter are not parasitic, but use the trees only for support, while taking their nourishment and moisture from the air.
Past the Long Pine campsite I went to Pinelands with its stands of South Florida Slash Pine. This e trail, then a climb of 260 metres through bush to the top of the ridge. At the highest point, Turks Head; we collected around our navigator, Phil Butt. Everything was shut in by trees. Assorted moans “Where's the view?” “Don't bring your complaints to me,” says PhiL “I'm only the navigator. I only do as I'm told.” Now came a very steep 620 m descent through cliffs to Appletree Creek, and here we encamped about 3.30 pm on a grassy flat by the creek.
To the accompaniment of muted hisses and boos Barry Murdoch produced an axe he had been carrying and constructed a bed a triangular piece each end supporting something resembling a stretcher with side poles and strong plastic bags between; all this inside his tent. It was pronounced a success but whisper has it that he dismantled it for the second night. Dot and Geoff on a heap of bark under an open fly declared their method superior and warmer.
At least six campfire's g1eamed through the darkness. “Moving off in 13 hours!” “Moving off in 12 hours!” - the calls came regularly through the night. We got used to it. Some sort of a tic.
A big log fire brought everyone together. The songbirds were in good voice - Barbara Bruce, the Duncans, Geoff Wagg, Morag. Ryder, and a new find, Mike Reynolds. When they all got steamed up the singing was really super. “Moving off at 7.30!” shouted the leader as we sought our tents.
Daybreak. A wan sun gleamed through the mists. “Moving off in half an hour!” - “Moving off in ten minutes!” - “Moving off!!!” and on the first pip of 7.30 Don and Phil and their campfire followers shouldered packs and sped away, causing the laggards to choke over the last spoonful of breakfast they crammed parkas and lunch into packs. To-day's walk was to bring us back to the same campsite so packs were light. First we must cross Apple Tree Creek and it looked cold. Then a steep ridge climb of 260 metres through scrub for most of the morning to Cooranbene Mountain and a steep descent to the Deua River near Wolla and lunch at the junction of a side creek. Those of us brave enough to have a dip noted the fierce flow of the Deua.
After lunch this had to be crossed. Phil went across to demonstrate that it was only thigh deep, but for the smaller femmes it was up to our waists, so it was a case of off with the pants, “There should be a song
about. this,” said Geoffo, and the next thing we see Mike with paper and pencil; and with much chuckling he produced this masterpiece, which was sung to a catchy tune at the campfire that night:
|We are the Bare-Bum Walkers, we sing this song with pride,|
|Arm in arm together across the foaming tide.|
|Wearing very little but a smile upon our lips|
|The water it was deep enough to come up to our hips|
|(for the short ones)|
|knees (for the tall ones).|
The Deua makes several great loops and considerable time would be saved by cutting across them. “Four more crossings!” yelled our leader. They got deeper each one All safely crossed… Did I say all? Well -
|The Deua was a raging flood, but daunted we were not.|
|The cameras were all lined up, each waiting for a shot|
|And I was there among them, but much to my chagrin|
|I wasn't bloody looking when Tom Wenman tumbled in.|
The next 10 km were along firetrails for the'fir6t half, and easy creek banks for the second half.' It had been a long day - 23 km walking, with climbing of 760 m ascent and descent. As we crossed the grassy paddock to our tents the sun was setting and the last ones homed in just on dark. The young Duncans did very well, and as we prepared dinner the irrepressible young Ivan Brown came hopping from group to group as the Easter Bunny, distributing chocolate Easter eggs. Spiro's famous coffee revived the tired ones.
|Spiro makes the coffee, its thick and strong and black.|
|Use any that you cannot drink to waterproof your pack.|
|That coffee is amazing stuff, it really is the best -|
|It puts a twinkle in your eye and hair upon your chest.|
Another good sing-song that night.
An 8 o'clock start, but first repairs must be made to John Redfern's shoes, which were rapidly disintegrating. Donnie did an effective job with knife and string and the shoes lasted the distance. Today we have 14 km to go with a 460 metre ascent. The lower section of Moodong Creek was easy walking along cattle pads. A small herd of beasts was ahead of us, and as the farmer did not want them driven miles up the creek, Donnie raced ahead while his large party stayed concealed part way up the slope. Soon the animals were turned and came racing back down creek to the open grasslands.
We came to a fine waterfall/cascade, which, however, was unnamed. Perhaps it only has water after heavy rain. Progressing from Moodong Creek to Reedy Creek, the terrain got rougher and steeper till eventually we were rock-hopping and scrambling up the river bed, The lunch site was in a very spectacular rocky gorge. The programme after lunch involved a 250 metre climb up a steep ridge, then a short walk across to a fire trail and a 4 km walk to the cars. It would appear that we had the game sewn up.
But at the very last step out of the creek bed Wendy trod on a slippery rock and slipped into the water, striking her left shin with tremendous force on a sharp submerged rock. She could not bend her knee, and was in great pain. Phil and those ahead up the ridge were shouted at to stop; a council of war was held and with great speed a stretcher was constructed of two saplings (cut with Barry's jeered-at axe) and two H-frames. The girls were all despatched up the ridge carrying packs (their own and the men's), the injured lass was piggybacked up the steep side of the ridge on Phil's back with Don harnessed in front like a horse pulling him, till they reached the stretcher. Here the men were manpowered as stretcher-bearers, 6 or 8 to a side, front ones out on ropes pulling the bearers, tail-enders pushing and supporting the back bearers.
The slope was so great the front men had to lower their arms, to ground level while the back ones often had their arms above their shoulders, and Wendy sailed up the steep incline like the Great White Queen of the Congo, but so doped with Pethadrine she couldn't enjoy the experience: Victor Gosbell, the only one with a 4-wheel drive, and Bob Duncan raced ahead to bring it back along the fire trail. When they had not arrived Jim Percy ran back to see if they had been unable to cross the flooded Shoalhaven, in which case the stretcher would have to be carried on. Young Ivan Brown, who had done three trips up and down the ridge, pack carrying, and Michael Duncan lit a fire, water was fetched and tea was brewed, and as the bearers hove in sight, tea was waiting for them.
Then the wagon arrived. Wendy was carefully placed inside with Joan Cooper to comfort her, and so back to Emu Flat. Here the patient was transferred to Spiro's station wagon, there was a re-shuffle of passengers, the cars were pushed out over the wet grass to the road and one by one headed for home.
The whole trip was a great experience in comradeship and co-operation. The problem of accounting for 40 was lessened by making each car-driver responsible for his passengers, and only counting the drivers. Phil Butt went ahead as navigator. There were incredible sidles and compass course so accurate-the mob came out exactly. on target with no wasted time. Gordon Lee, Geoff Wagg and Bob Younger were whippers-in, and Donnie raced up and
down the line like a young and eager pup in charge of a travelling flock. It was pretty to watch. This note of confidence was ably expressed by our Poet Laureate:
|When Donnie Finch is leading we have no need to fear,|
|In order to enjoy the view he leads us from the rear.|
|If you are a prospective, you'd better watch your step,|
|He took six out on his last walk and we haven't found them yet!|
Having been on most of the Finch Easter trips I have come to expect faultless leadership, and this one was no exception… ..lots of laughter, beautiful scenery, lovely people. and (after day. 1) fine weather with blue skies and clean invigorating air. Need one ask why Bushwalkers bushwalk?
by Don Finch
(Brief description of route taken. Distances and grid references are all metric: heights as shown on face of maps: Reference maps Kain, Krawaree and Burrumbela; contours on Kain are shown in feet; on Krawaree and Burrumbela in metres.)
Friday, April 20
Meeting place Gundillion Cemetery, ref KAIN 385432. Drove to old house marked “ruin” ref Krawaree 394397. Walked west via road junction ref 386397, grassy hill 377403 to unmarked fire trail 373405, fire trail to saddle Kain 411366; along ridge to 367418, back to road to 370426, down ridge on magnetic east bearing to 380423, thence straight back to “ruin” house.
Saturday, April 21
Crossed ford at Krawaree 396401, walked along unmarked road to 416404, continued on road to saddle Kain 424409 and on to creek at Krawaree 436 398, then via Mulway Ridge to Turks Head (463384). Lunch at creek ref 466378, down ridge to Appletree Creek (477372) and back to campsite at 484378.
Sunday, April 22
Along ridge bearing magnetic south to Krawaree 479362, and continue along ridge 485357 and to Cooranbene Mountain ref Burrumbela 495356. Further along ridge to 505356 and to spot height 387 (522363). To creek junction 528362 (lunch), crossed river on to marked track and followed track to Woolla (538365). Continued along track to Moodong Creek (547399) and up creek to road at 530394. Along road to 523382, and along unmarked road to 501384. Back to campsite over grassland, passing south of spot height 288 at 488381.
Monday, April 23
From camp site over to Moodong ,Creek at Krawaree 4803909 up creek on to Kain map, to waterfall/cascade at 438421. Continue up creek to junction of Reedy Creek and Mulwelya Creek at 434426, and up Reedy Creek to lunch 432427. Up ridge to 429429, then to road at 425432. Along road. to ford at 390422 and along road to cars at 388427.
by Roger Browne
|July 4||Committee Meeting|
|July 11||Slides by Anton Gillezeau from his five month trip through Asia, including a trek to Everest Base Camp.|
|July 18||A Singalong night. Learn some new songs, have a good time, and collect a free copy of a booklet of bushwalking songs to take with you on future walks.|
|Dinner before this meeting at the Casa de Sol Mexican Restaurant, 97 Willoughby Road. Meet outside at 6.30 pm.|
|Late arrivals ask for the “Sydney- Bushwalkers” table. BYO.|
|July 25||Arts and Crafts night. Bring samples of your art and craft work to show to others. You may offer them for sale if you wish, With 10% commission to the Club. There will also be a demonstrations of craft techniques. So bring your paintings, sculptures, T-shirt designs, creative photography, and (YES!) your home-made or modified bushwalking gear.|
Starts: 1.00 pm. Where: Southern Tablelands of N.S.W. - about 2-3 hours drive.
Teams: 2,3 or 4 people. Transport: Private car or train or bus.
The area is 30% grazing land, 70% open forest. Topography is moderately complex, but relief is typically 100 metres.
Fees: $12 per entrant (includes map and food for weekend)
Entry Forms: Apply to Joan Cooper in the Clubroom, or Rogaining, 5 Ellen Street, Randwick 2031.
Share House - Own Room.
Lady wanted to share a house in beautiful Birchgrove overlooking the Oval. Must be a non-smoker. Rent $50 per week.
Phone Peter Miller - 818,1990.
Part-Time Work Wanted
I am looking for part-time work as a handyman. Locks fitted, painting inside and outside (max. height 4 metres), paper hanging, carpentry, general house maintenance etc. Week-end work preferred.
Phone Peter Miller - 818,1990.
by Jim Brown
One of the trips programmed for the King-sized Easter/Anzac holiday of 1984 was Peter Miller's walk from Mittagong to Katoomba via Mt. Colong, Axehead Range, and most points north. However in the deluge rains of Thursday and Good Friday the Wollondilly River flooded to about 3.5 metres, and the original project had to be abandoned. By all accounts the party managed to do some interesting alternative things, including a look at Beloon Pass, a.k.a. (also known as) Travis' Pass or The Getover.
Back about 1937 - some ten years before I became enslaved by S.B.W. - I bought my first copy of the Blue Hountains/Burragorang Tourist map and brooded spellbound over it. At that time the primitive black and white map drawn to a scale of 2 miles to the inch, was the only passably accurate diagram of most of the huge area between Oberon and the Nepean River, and from Bell's Line of Road to Wombeyan Cafes. Later I was to learn that the dotted lines indicating “negotiable routes” had been added from the knowledge of early bushwalkers, supplemented by some information from farmers and other local bushmen.
Since my early walking had included some trips into the Burragorang Valley I was especially intrigued to see a “negotiable route” through the cliffs between the Wollondilly and Nattai Rivers, about a mile south of the trig point named “Beloon”. I immediately wanted to investigate it, but it was only after I had leagued myself with the Club that I became bold enough to try it. In a way, I trapped myself into it, when one of my closest Club friends became Walks Secretary, and I volunteered to lead a trip reading “Mittagong - Burnt Flat Creek - Wollondilly River -” here I paused and in a moment of inspiration added “Beloon Pass - Nattai River - Little River - Couridjah”.
I was not to know at the time that some earlier S.B.W. had gone that way, and had provisionally called the gap in the cliffline “Travis Pass” after jean Travis, one of the party. If you look at the Nattai 1:31680 map, first published about 1963-4, you'll find the creek leading down from the gap to the Nattai River is shown as “Travis Gully”. Nor did I know at the time that locals called it “The Get-over”. The name I used - “Beloon Pass” - was something plucked out of the air simply to identify the gap for the Walks Programme.
Having once put the trip on the programme, I had to do something about finding the pass on the ground. I enquired at Paddy's shop and in his archives he had some photographs showing what it looked like from the Nattai side. Next I organised a private reconnaissance walk and went off with five friends one bleak August weekend in 1947, taking a car out from Picton to the top of the road down Sheehy's Creek. We prowled up the Nattai and climbed into the various ridges and water courses and eventually became convinced we were on the right path, but with insufficient daylight left on the Saturday to go on up to the divide. Our tents had been left back along the Nattai, so we retreated.
Most of my nearest Club cronies were studying Diploma Courses at Technical Colleges and were unlikely to be walking in September/October/November during the hectic run-up to the annual examinations. Furthermore, I had had the last of my natural teeth extracted and had to wait about a month before the false fangs would be available: a good time to shun human company it seemed. I decided to be ruthless with myself as well as toothless, and walked out from Picton one Friday.night in September, reaching the Nattai River at Sheehy's Cteek about midnight.
Saturday's stage was up the Nattai, into the ridges we had explored a few weeks earlier and - a piece of cake - at 11.15 am I was on the gap. There was an empty brandy bottle right on the pass proving that someone had been there before. Then down to the Wollondilly for a toothless lunch of bread and milk, and that night a toothless dinner of stew in a tumbledown hut at Burnt Flat. Sunday's stage was the ascent of Burnt Flat Creek, then the trail across the paddocks to the Wombeyan Caves Road, and a weary 15-mile roadbash into Mittagong.
Two months later, now complete with teeth, I led the official walk. Since many of my mates were still examination-bound, we were a small party of four, and a taxi spared us the trudge along the Wombeyan Eaves Road. Saturday saw us bolting down the Wollondilly, to make the top of the Get-over from the western side at about 4.00 pm, and we camped that night as soon as we reached the Nattai. To get back to what passes as civilization we walked up Little River and Blue Gum Creek to Picton Lakes - this was a bit longer than the Sheehy's Creek route from the Nattai and compensated to some degree for our taxi ride on the Friday night.
Having now “got over” from both sides, I still found the pass beckoning me, and in August 1950 with another party of four came down from Couridjah, up the Nattai and over the pass. This was a more modest journey, however, and we were content to go down to Upper Burragorang to catch the Sunday afternoon bus back to Camden. I now gave The Getover a rest for a few years, but in 1961, after the flooding of Burragorang, could not resist the temptation to see if it was still there. This time it formed part of a trip involving a certain amount of trespass, so I went solo and walked a lot of the distance on bush roads by a summer full moon. For the crossing of the Getover I left the Wollondilly at 5.00 am to “get over” before the February day hotted up.
Shortly afterwards the new 1:31680 maps of the region became available, and I was startled to see the name “Beloon Pass” on the Nattai sheet. It looked as though the name I had coined had stuck. Not far away on the Nattai River also appeared “Colley's Flat” and “Brown's Flat”. Well, I suppose Colley's Flat could be named for our Alex, but I'm pretty sure Brown's Flat has nothing to do with me - never even camped there. Of course, there are too many Browns, aren't there? But then, if you think about the late “Snow” Brown; his wife Clarrie; his brother John (Charlie) and wife Margaret; and more recently our new Social Secretary, Roger Browne, why maybe we really haven't had too many of 'em.
The next time to the Getover was Trip Number 4 - the half because I approached the pass along the divide between the Wollondilly and Nattai valleys, and dropped down on the western side only. I remember the date - October, 1966 - because it was the weekend U.S. President Lyndon B. Johnston visited Australia and the then P.M. invented the slogan'“All the Way with L.B.J.”.
FinallY I went over the gap in February 1981. I won't tell you where I had been, because I shouldn't have been there. This time I crossed from the Wollondilly side; and had great bother in finding the pass. You'd think that, knowing what it looks like, one shouldn't have much trouble, but the notes on my Nattai map read “Wollondilly 12-.45 pm - Getover 3.30 pm (hell, 2i hours!) - Nattai River. 5.15 pm”. I remember floundering around in quite dense scrub just below the cliff line for almost an hour before I spotted the gap - which was just where it ought to be… just where it always has been….. just where it still….
So I'm not entirely surprised that the Easter 1984 contingent, without a detailed map of the locality, were not quite sure if they'd found Beloon Pass, a.k.a. Travis' Pass or THE GETOVER.
A recent issue of a C.S.I.R.O. “Home Journal” contained the following news item:-
“Mr Neil Schafer of the Division of Fossil Fuels in Sydney, recently won the men's over 56 years division of the Asia-Pacific Orienteering Championships held in the South Island of New Zealand. He defeated runners from Finland, Canada, Japan, Australia and New Zealand. Move over Cliff Young.”
Neil Schafer joined S.B.W. in 1951, and was very active over the ensuing 8 to 10 years. He is now a non-active member of the club.
In an exclusive interview with our reporter he told us the New Zealand competition was held at a place called Naseby, near Dunedin. Neil said part of the course was over ground which had been mined-in past, years and was now covered with a heavy secondary pine forest. He had been delayed in negotiating this area and had believed he had lost all chance of completing the course in fast time, but apparently the other competitors had similar difficulties. Neil will leave Australia shortly to take part in orienteering contests in Europe, culminating in Sweden, the home of orienteering, where the last major championship produced 25,000 competitors, aged from 10 to over 70.
Tony Marshall and Marsha Durham have announced their engagement and will be getting married in September. Congratulations!
In this year's Queen's Birthday' Honours, our Conservation Secretary (and one of our two Honorary Active Members) Alex Colley was awarded the Medal of the Order of Australia (0.AA.)
Of course, those who know Alex will be well aware that for more than 40 years he has given much time and effort to the cause of conservation, quite apart from The work he has put into his office with our Club.
Two motions were passed by the meeting:
“That this Committee recommend to the General Meeting that this Club purchase a second-hand offset printer, platemaker and fuser.”
“That this Committee recommend to the General Meeting that this Club accept the quotation of Redson Graphics dated 29.5.34.”
The following new members were welcomed - please add to your List of Members:-
|Rannard, Ian, 56 Eastern Valley Way, Northbridge, 2063.||Tel. 958,1514|
|Rannard, Timothy, 56 Eastern Valley Way, Northbridge, 2063.||958,1514|
|Reynolds, Michael, 27/90 Cambridge Street, Stanmore, 2048||560,0291|
|Bore, Laurie, 6 James Street, Ingleburn, 2565||60599368|
At the General Meeting it was resolved to purchase a reconditioned offset printer, plus platemaking equipment (copier and fuser) as offered by Redson Supplies at $2,80D.
|1.||Replaces a worn out duplicator which uses an out-of-date printing process.|
|2.||Our paper needs to be re-ordered shortly and standard sizes will be available to us at cheaper rates.|
|3.||Photos, line drawings, maps etc. are possible.|
|4.||Using these photos etc a better magazine presentation is possible.|
|5.||The proposed package gives a chance to make corrections and effect layout changes at plate making.|
|6.||Improved paper quality is possible.|
|7.||Repeated runs can be held on metal plates.|
|8.||One time runs are to be done on paper “throw away” plates at about 35c each.|
|9.||Printing our own covers is possible.|
|10.||Standardisation of covers and content of magazine, walks programmes and other reports to post office requirements means a cheaper postage rate is possible.|