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+ | ====== "The Bushwalker" | ||
+ | A Journal devoted to matters of interest to Members of the Sydney Bush Walkers, Sydney, New South Wales. | ||
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+ | ---- | ||
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+ | === No. 4. 11th December, 1931. === | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== Publishing Committee: ===== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Misses Marjorie Hill, (Editor), Dorothy Lawry, Brenda White, Rene Browne and Mr. Myles Dunphy. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== Editorial. ===== | ||
+ | |||
+ | The fourth issue of "The Bushwalker" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Small clubs of a semi-private nature of which membership is difficult to attain to, are of little use to the general walking public. They need clubs such as the S.B.W. has been in the past and will continue to be if its function is not seriously interfered with by curtailment of membership, and as the Hikers' | ||
+ | |||
+ | If this new club is successful in permanently establishing itself, then the words " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Instead of the usual Christmas wishes, we extend to all Bushwalkers our heartiest wishes for "Good Camping." | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== A Colo - Uraterer Venture. ===== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Mr. Gordon Smith and I arrived at Capertee Railway Station at 4.30 a.m. Thursday, February 5th, 1931. Daybreak found us walking leisurely along the undulating roadway that runs from Capertee to Glen Alice. It zig-zagged around the head of Coco Creek and passed under the shadow of spectacular sandstone walls, but after awhile a more open country was reached, over which were scattered numerous sheep stations. After passing the Coco Creek ford we found ourselves in a broad valley. We had left the aptly-termed Tower Mountain behind us, and were now abreast of Mount Genowlan on our left and Canobla Gap on our right. The surrounding mountains gave an impression of great wildness. A few miles to the northward could be seen the Chimney Stack, which, from its conical appearance may have been a one-time volcano. Though the surrounding country was purely sandstone the bed of Coco Creek was composed of granite cobble stones. The creek itself was a chain of pools, fringed with river oaks and occasional willows. The undulating grassland through which it flowed was all taken up by sheep and cattle runs. | ||
+ | |||
+ | After passing the conical Mt. Canobla we found ourselves abreast of Mt. Gundangaroo, | ||
+ | |||
+ | That night we camped on the river bank 4 miles downstream from the Glen Alice Crossing. Naturally we felt very tired, having that day walked 27 miles along a hard, rocky road. We carried only 40-lb. packs, but had no sleep at all on the previous night. Next morning found us walking down through a valley that reminded us of the Burragorang, | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Running Stream gorge is an enormously deep and narrow canyon, and but for its presence there would be a more practicable route from the Capertee Valley to Gosper' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Late that afternoon I found myself sitting down in a semi-exhausted condition. I was gazing upon a segment of the most expansive cyclorama of my life, and like a man in a dream I realized that I was on the crest of Uraterer and that Gordon Smith was beside me. In the foreground there was seen a maze of wooded gullies and cliffs and crags. It was a scene of great wildness rather than of beauty; it would make a master-bushman shudder. Practically nothing could be seen of the Colo, Capertee and Running Stream Canyons, these being perpendicular slits in the earth' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Next morning we left with regret this throne of the everlasting hills to take on the big proposition of finding a way back to the Capertee Valley. On the way back we made three mistakes of note, and it was only because of the fact that I made very accurate calculations on the way that saved us from otherwise inevitable disaster. Shortly before dusk we reached the Capertee River and next morning faced another big proposition, | ||
+ | |||
+ | The bridle track continued on down the river and saved us much time. The sandstone bluffs that hemmed in the valley presented a very striking appearance and in my opinion the gorge scenery puts the Nattai and Burragorang Vallies in the shade. A few wallabies were seen and wonga pigeons and wild duck were in great numbers. About 3 miles before the Wolgan River Junction, the track died out and we plunged into the roughest river walking that I had up to this time experienced. The steep sided banks were strewn with boulders and over-grown with blackberry, lawyer vines, lantana and nettles. It came so suddenly that it took the stomach out of me, and after doing 1 1/2 miles in 4 hours I suggested giving it up. However, my more determined mate knew only one word - " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Next morning, after 1 1/2 miles of similar work, we reached the point where the inflow of the Wolgan joins the Capertee and so forms the Colo. We could look up the Wolgan a short way and it appeared hellish rough. >From this point the Colo flowed between huge boulders for about a mile, after which there was a long stretch of sandbank - a pleasant relief. Another mile, however, and rock-hopping was the order of things. Scrambling over boulders and bashing our way through lawyer vines and other creepers, alternated with short stretches of sandbank. Frequent waist-deep wadings were necessary - as was also the case down the whole length of the Colo - and treacherous quicksands had to be guarded against. The towering cliffs on each side of the valley presented a very broken appearance and occasionally we caught glimpses of gigantic sandstone caves at great heights above the river. Such was the order of things until the entrance of Wollemi Creek was reached. It had about as much water in it as Kanangra River. The Wollemi Gorge was hemmed in by towering precipices, and I doubt if its profound depths are ever disturbed by mankind. Three quarters of a mile beyond we chose a sandbank as our camp site for the night. Nearby was a seemingly bottomless pool, and opposite a cliff face rose for about 1,500 feet sheer. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Next morning we pushed onward again and much to our dismay the sandbanks disappeared. We found that clambering over boulders was good for all-round muscular development. The rocks were purely of sandstone and in places had a topping of ironstone. The Colo River was in the form of long, smooth pools alternating with rapids, where the water flowed between barriers of boulders. As a rule these barriers were the only practicable crossing places. By this time our packs weighed only 30 pounds each, but with the hellish rough walking we found them quite heavy enough. The monotony of rock-hopping was broken here and there by a rough passage through lawyer vines. Occasionally blackberry and wild raspberry bushes barred the way, and these had to be gone around, either through the water, or around the hillsides above. We were very disappointed that the blackberry was not in fruit; on the other hand a shot-gun was sadly missed on the trip. There were wild duck in droves, and never being disturbed they would provide excellent shooting at close range. Towards sundown our spirits were brightened by the re-appearance of sand-bars and that night we camped on a fine stretch of sand, beside a deep pool. We had covered 8 miles for the day. | ||
+ | |||
+ | On the following day we found that 4 miles was our limit. The going was frightfully rough and consisted of hauling one another over boulders and through crevasses. In places a rocky buttress would rise sheer out of the water, and sometimes the water was shallow enough to permit a passage around. In other cases it was doubtful if the depth could be measured in hundreds of feet. The Colo in this section is a magnificent canoeing stream and should satisfy the most exacting. Towering walls of sandstone rise almost from the water' | ||
+ | |||
+ | >From information gathered previously we learned that many years ago a Government Surveyor constructed a track down the Colo River from the Wollangambe Junction to the Blacksmith' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Next morning we breakfasted at the Wheeny Creek Crossing, and reached Kurrajong about mid-day. We had completed our trip down the Colo River. We would say it was noteworthy for its two main features, viz: magnificent scenery and the roughness of the walking. It occupied 11 1/2 days. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Maxwell Gentle. | ||
+ | |||
+ | (The Smith-Gentle Colo River venture holds the distinction of being the fastest known traverse of the Colo, - notwithstanding the fact that 2 days were occupied on the Gasper' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== A Ballad Of Bushwalkers' | ||
+ | |||
+ | (Tune - " | ||
+ | |||
+ | There' | ||
+ | 'Twixt Abdul and Ivan Skavar,\\ | ||
+ | But the tale has no biff, 'cause it's based on a myth,\\ | ||
+ | This true one is better by far. | ||
+ | |||
+ | My tale, 'twill appear, is of no Slavonic peer\\ | ||
+ | Named Ivan Skavinski Skavar,\\ | ||
+ | But of maidens and men much more famous than then,\\ | ||
+ | Their song I will sing it afar. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Casting off trousers and skirts they wear short shorts and shirts,\\ | ||
+ | And are quite unaccustomed to fear,\\ | ||
+ | And the catalogue long of the deeds they have done,\\ | ||
+ | Fill with envy the Bulbul Amir. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Jack, Harold and others left the care of their mothers\\ | ||
+ | To walk to the Bushwalkers' | ||
+ | They intended to stroll to that fine water-hole\\ | ||
+ | Not five miles from Leumeah Station. | ||
+ | |||
+ | They walked all that day and they walked all that night,\\ | ||
+ | 'Neath the light of the pale southern stars,\\ | ||
+ | And all that they found and all that they got\\ | ||
+ | Were scratches and blisters and scars. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now this Club has the seed of a much finer breed,\\ | ||
+ | For Ivan he died most forlorn,\\ | ||
+ | But our Harold arrived with the next day's sunrise,\\ | ||
+ | He arrived like the milk in the morn. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Frank Duncan. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== A Survey Trip From St. John' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Misfortune dogged our tracks on the second stage of our journey. We started off about eighteen days later after a complete rest as we, i.e. Johnnie & myself, made up the crew of the "Pride of Newfoundland", | ||
+ | |||
+ | First day out " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Two days afterwards, about sunset, whilst making a steady six and a half to seven miles an hour on our snow-shoes we came to the top of a hill fully a hundred and twenty feet high. Johnny rushed forward to see the view from the top when suddenly the ground gave way from beneath him. We nearly lost our hearts - but managed to keep our teeth clenched. It is my first experience of seeing a man fall over such a height. We did not expect to see Johnnie again alive. We were all full of activity when it happened. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Leblanc issued the orders quick and to the point. Whitewash was to make our shelter about 1/4 of a mile away. He and myself had to get down somehow into the valley. It was a nightmare trip for me. Twice " | ||
+ | |||
+ | It was 9.30 before we finished our tea and then to our hut for a real good sleep. Our hut consisted of about seven or eight thin trees tied with saplings to the limb of a big tree with the ends resting on the ground. The trees were placed about two feet apart. Across these poles were interlaced boughs etc., and having piled the snow up on the side we had a cosy wigwam. The sides open were laced up with boughs making an effective block for the wind. It took Johnnie fully two days to recuperate. Having got started on our way up north again we kept on increasing our mileage from twenty to fifty miles a day with the aid of our snowshoes. About two weeks out we got on the tracks of caribou and followed them for about fourteen miles and secured a nice young one. I can assure you we thoroughly enjoyed it as we had been living on rabbit and such small animals since we left White Bay. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Two days afterwards disaster overtook us, in the nature of an avalanche. We were walking - or I should have said feeling our way - round the mountain which had an angle of about forty degrees. When about a quarter of the way round I had to go forward. Mangy was in front. We must have looked quite curious with our packs, guns and snowshoes slung over our backs. Suddenly from above we heard a slight rumble. We knew what it was, - the start of an avalanche. It all happened in less than 35 seconds, but I can still hear that rumble. It started just like distant thunder and it came nearer and nearer, louder and louder and crash and bang, we were all caught in the turmoil and sent hurtling down. (To be continued) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== The Verb "To Hike". ===== | ||
+ | |||
+ | By Noel Griffiths. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Far be it from me to disturb the harmony of the Club at this season of peace on earth and goodwill toward men. Rather let me attempt to lay the foundations of a happy New Year by settling once and for all the propriety of using the verb "to hike". There is no denying that the word " | ||
+ | |||
+ | My good friend, Bob Savage, on the other hand, utters the word with reverent awe, for has it not fallen in times past from the lips of the Great Chief Scout, Lord Baden Powell? | ||
+ | |||
+ | And so, not knowing in my bewilderment whether I hiked or recreationally walked (sorry, Myles!) I decided to ask the opinion of Mr. George Mackaness, Lecturer-in-Charge, | ||
+ | |||
+ | Promptly Mr. Mackaness' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "The word is not mentioned in any contemporary English dictionary, but can be found in earlier dictionaries. It is said by one authority to be derived from a Liecestershire dialect. The work is not an Americanism, | ||
+ | |||
+ | "It may interest you to know," concluded Mr. Mackaness, "that in a book published in 1764 I found a verse concluding | ||
+ | |||
+ | 'If that's the case, I know you'll say,\\ | ||
+ | 'Tis time indeed to hyke away' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Thank you, Mr. Mackaness! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== F. A. Pallin. Lightweight Camping Gear. ===== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 236 George Street, (near Bridge St.,) Sydney. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ====Price List Of " | ||
+ | |||
+ | === Rucksacks: | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Small__: 17" x 20" in waterproof khaki duck, suitable for day walks, etc. 7/6. | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Large__: Swiss Pattern 19" x 23" in khaki proofed duck with two pockets and a big flap 1 1/2" leather shoulder straps. 15/-. | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Cane Frame__: Specially priced to bring a frame rucksack within the reach of modest purses. In khaki proofed duck with 3 large pockets and an extra top flat for a full load, fitted with all-leather harness. 35/-. | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Steel Frame__: Bergen Pattern - These have an extra large sack and 4 capacious pockets. Made of superior grey proofed duck. The harness and straps are of chrome tanned leather which will retain its velvet softness under all conditions. Solid nickel fittings. 60/-. | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Steel Frame No. 2__: The same pattern rucksack in khaki duck with nickel plated fittings and brown leather harness. 50/-. | ||
+ | |||
+ | === Packs: === | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Military Style__: 16" x 12" x 5" in brown duck with leather straps. 5/11. | ||
+ | |||
+ | As above with two large pockets, one on each side. 7/6. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Pockets fitted to your own Military pack for 2/6. | ||
+ | |||
+ | === Groundsheets: | ||
+ | |||
+ | Full size 6' x 3' Proofed Japara. Weight only 12 oz. Made in red, black and brown, fast colours). 6/6. (Special Sizes made to order) | ||
+ | |||
+ | __The " | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Sleeping Bags__: Lower side proofed Japara and upper side of plain Japara 6' x 3. 9/ll. | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Lightweight Tents__ or gear of any description made up to your own design. | ||
+ | |||
+ | If you want to make your own gear I can supply you with everything you require. Exact lengths of material cut. Leather straps cut to order. 36" Japara l/9d per yd. | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | F. A. Pallin, 236 George St, Sydney. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== R.I.P. ===== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Five men and four fair maidens\\ | ||
+ | On the Shoalhaven one day,\\ | ||
+ | Did not expect to meet a snake,\\ | ||
+ | But one came down that way.\\ | ||
+ | It took three men, or was it four?\\ | ||
+ | That one poor snake to kill,\\ | ||
+ | But Brenda skinned it on her own,\\ | ||
+ | And was not even ill. | ||
+ | |||
+ | B. W. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== The S.B.W. Mid-Week Walk. ===== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Usually these reports are written by party leaders, but as Sister Rene is busy with the concert, I'll take this much off her pack. | ||
+ | |||
+ | I've not been on many official walks lately, but the midweekness and the nightness of this one made an appeal. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The party met at the intersection of two gorges, and right forninst the upper reaches of the Tank Stream. The first thing I noticed was the absence of the usual shorts and shirts and packs. Sister Ferrier, I noticed, wore a brown frock with a circular opening for the neck, and any other details the ladies of the party can supply. Sister Rankin had on a wide hat trimmed with a nice little face. Brother Chardan wore a straight-trimmed felt hat and a pipe. The others were all dressed just as they left home - and some a bit before. | ||
+ | |||
+ | About 7.40 p.m. Sister Rene passed round some coupons and off we went. The track turned into a short, narrow gully, then sharply up a steep pinch, reminding one awfully of the pass up to the end of Clear Hill. There is no doubt walking is popular, for we were shoulder to shoulder. Luckily for us the footholds were eminently satisfactory or in other words P.G. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Arriving at the top of the pinch we were forced to yield up our coupons (what a curse is this modern system of tolls!) and then to our surprise the country opened out greatly and the main crowd scattered in all directions. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Our party struck away to a track on the left, right against a perpendicular wall, and again a steep pinch. Reaching the top, we all sat down, some in places they had not bargained for. The country layout before us like a small amphitheatre with people dotted all over it - walking IS popular. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Alas! even on a mid-week walk the serpent of private partyism intruded its ugly head. Away down on a ledge I saw Sister O. Greenacre and a girl friend. | ||
+ | |||
+ | No one seemed inclined to move on and I was just wondering about the absence of packs and TUCKER, when along came Sister Rene handing out rations. They were certainly neat and light, and being sugary, ranked high in calories, evidently an experiment in the new no-weight equipment. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Just then the moon or something went out, and from the bottom of the gorge came low sweet music. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | This lasted about five minutes rising at times to the volume of an orchestra. Suddenly a cloud or somethin' | ||
+ | |||
+ | While we were admiring this, still to the sound of music sweet, on tripped some twenty most delightful bushwalking girls, also packless, but with wings (I happened to recognise their leader, a girl friend of mine, Iolanthe). They all carried their own tent poles, which proves their modernity, but I'm doubtful about their flimsy flowing dresses when it comes to scrubby stuff. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Just then, a thought chilled my spine. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | The girls sang and danced most delightfully. Many others came on and had much to say. By keeping quiet we managed to hear all they were saying. It turned out to be a family quarrel with the eternal polyangle problem. It had some very funny aspects, and as they seemed unaware of our presence no harm came of it. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The argument lasted about 2 1/2 hours and the clouds again came over the picture, and the moon or somethin' | ||
+ | |||
+ | At the old Tank Stream the party broke and made for its many homes. | ||
+ | |||
+ | 'Twas certainly a queer walk, not much mileage, but, still, plenty to see and hear; and as I've always contended, and as William S. would have said if he'd thought of it - | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Every walk is different." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Taro. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== The Tale Of O' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The scene is Liverpool. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Into the "Tin Hare" with cream cans all about, and soon with much chugging the " | ||
+ | |||
+ | >From Campbelltown on to Wedderburn Bridge - 3 1/2 miles in 55 minutes, and as hot as one could wish. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The hot and dusty road added zest to the carrying of heavy packs, little did we care about those ten long miles. Maybe there was a blister or two or perhaps an aching muscle, but these are minor things. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Minerva Pool, Stokes Creek' | ||
+ | |||
+ | With renewed vigour returned enormous appetites, and so to camp fires with forked sticks, chops, fry pans and many rounds of good red steak. Deep silence descended then upon the camp, broken sometimes by a fish yarn or the scratching of a match. There was little conversation, | ||
+ | |||
+ | "' | ||
+ | Now come my men\\ | ||
+ | To bed I say\\ | ||
+ | And hurry pray\\ | ||
+ | Tomorrow' | ||
+ | And long and rough\\ | ||
+ | If you would walk\\ | ||
+ | Then cut your talk\\ | ||
+ | And into bed." | ||
+ | This is what the leader said.\\ | ||
+ | But some one mentioned Yabbies here\\ | ||
+ | A food the leader held most dear,\\ | ||
+ | And most dexterous was he\\ | ||
+ | And we had then another tea.\\ | ||
+ | Three he caught, or was it four,\\ | ||
+ | We wish it had been many more.\\ | ||
+ | Now Sidney liked the claws so much\\ | ||
+ | He told us them we must not touch.\\ | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | And have my supper with the dawn." | ||
+ | The leader winked the other eye\\ | ||
+ | And to the nippers said good-bye.\\ | ||
+ | Thank heaven we had ladies there\\ | ||
+ | To bottle Sidney' | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | I'll get even, this I vow\\ | ||
+ | Though it takes me till I'm dead. "\\ | ||
+ | This is what old Sidney said. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The morn gave promise of a very wet day,\\ | ||
+ | But very shortly this gave way | ||
+ | |||
+ | To, -\\ | ||
+ | Heat that was wet and made our sweat\\ | ||
+ | Run down into our eyes\\ | ||
+ | And made us feel we were not real\\ | ||
+ | And curse the blasted flies. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Nothing daunted we forged ahead and so to the tough part of the | ||
+ | trip. That - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Stern rocky chasm of O' | ||
+ | Would that I could often wander there\\ | ||
+ | Deep, silent pools, and rushing stream\\ | ||
+ | Ideal place for one to sit and dream. | ||
+ | |||
+ | As day advanced we cursed the heat and prayed the leader would let up. A true orang outang was he however, and walking to a schedule. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The party straggled out a bit and the ladies were left behind. Even the leader could not resist that water hole so inviting. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Oh! Cool, limpid waters of O' | ||
+ | What though our bodies may be bare\\ | ||
+ | Respite from the heat wave we did seek\\ | ||
+ | In safety with our watcher on yon peak. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Into clinging clothes again and on to Pheasants Creek for lunch. "We must get there or not be home tonight," | ||
+ | |||
+ | Dark clouds and rolling thunder, ominous portends of the coming storm. "Hurry you blighters, hurry", | ||
+ | |||
+ | There were some that did and some that didn' | ||
+ | Alas for those behind,\\ | ||
+ | Some reached the sanctum - Pheasants Cave\\ | ||
+ | And so they didn't mind,\\ | ||
+ | The hail and rain and wind and cold\\ | ||
+ | Of the tempest so unkind. | ||
+ | |||
+ | A fire to warm them and dry their sodden clothes, this we did for them albeit laughing the while at their sorry plight. Cheerful they were and wholly unperturbed - truly true Bushwalkers. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Food of course, and muddy tea, we had ample stocks of both. Then ground sheets out and up the hill onward to Wedderburn. | ||
+ | |||
+ | A snake we saw, poor blighter half alive, the hail had stunned him - so it seemed - and the leader did the rest. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Itching fingers and a knife - 'Twas Brenda' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The weather continued so unkind that the rest of the tale is mud, just mud and rain and dodging drips under Wedderburn Bridge. Then more damp eats and more dam rain, and a sloppy walk to the train. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now this is the tale of O' | ||
+ | And the one who thinks it isn't tough is more than twice a fool,\\ | ||
+ | It is a tale of a rare good crew, and clogging sloshy boots,\\ | ||
+ | And all of you must know it's true for it's told by Leader Roots. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== B. W. B. ===== | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is not "a song of a fight through a day and a night" as sung by Frank Duncan elsewhere in this issue, but the scene, strange to say, is the same - Bushwalkers' | ||
+ | |||
+ | On this occasion it was not the Basin itself that was lost, but something very nearly as important, some might even think more so; for what is next in importance to a good camp site? Ask any S.B.W. that and the answer will be always the same, "Why, food of course." | ||
+ | |||
+ | We had fine sunny weather, a gently flowing stream (very slippery at the crossing, but what of that?), a waterfall tumbling with a delightful din into the calm waters of the Basin, - and that must one member of the party do but discover that he had lost, or mislaid, or allowed to stray, or failed to pack, or even perhaps failed to buy the sixth tin of spaghetti. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | But our troubles were not yet ended, for that same moon played us a scurvy trick by shining upon the fence posts but failing to reveal the barbed wire stretched between them. I shall only say, sorrowfully, | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | On Sunday came our old friend Bill;\\ | ||
+ | When he and Maisie crossed the bridge,\\ | ||
+ | They said " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "In Sunshine warm the ' | ||
+ | But Bill continued on his way,\\ | ||
+ | Said he ' | ||
+ | On this P. P. I'll not intrude." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Then Eric once more made some tea,\\ | ||
+ | A worthy S.B.W. he,\\ | ||
+ | Though rather weak in math' | ||
+ | He can't tell how many tins make six." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Brenda White. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== Girls Own Page! (Weaker Sexion) ===== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Girlies Dear; | ||
+ | |||
+ | So many new young faces among you and so many faces that are merely new!! You will all be __so__ busy reading the Social Notes in the magazine, that I'll just write you the __weeniest__ little letter to-day. | ||
+ | |||
+ | I have just received some fearfully intreeging news from PAREE. It is that this year, skirts will not be worn any longer. I wasn't __quite__ sure what this meant until I saw some of my nieces going walking last Sunday - and dear me! I hope I've made a mistake! Or that Paris has!! I mean to say, it's all very well for you young people, but, if I have to wear shorts and show my knees at afternoon tea, I feel sure that I shall lose my accustomed poise. Positively! | ||
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+ | At this time of the year, as we clever little sempstresses know, one may pick up so many dainty trifles in Coles and Woolworths - of course we must be careful that the shopwalker is looking the other way, or we may be forced to pay for them. So tiresome don't you think dears? Well, dears, I came into town this morning quite on tip-toes for a day among the frillies (for I wanted one or two patterns off the selvedge to re-cover that pincushion I got from Barbara last year, so that I could give it to Dolly or Mary for Christmas - but the shop-walker was most offensive and kept breathing down my back until I had to leave and see what I could do in the cash-and-carry part of the premises.) | ||
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+ | So I emerged presently with a beating heart, a pattern off the selvedge and two tins of Anchovy, not to mention one or two packets of dried soup, and, just as I was passing Cholmondeleys (pronounced " | ||
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+ | " | ||
+ | Once dressed like Mother Hubbard;\\ | ||
+ | But now they have a bolder whim -\\ | ||
+ | They dress more like her cupboard." | ||
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+ | And now dear nieces, that is all the space the Editress will allow me; and I think she wants me to go away and write hints on how to make custard or something. So intreeging isn't it? | ||
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+ | Your loving Aunt, | ||
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+ | Tabitha McSporran. | ||
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+ | ===== Social Notes. ===== | ||
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+ | There have not been many items on the Social Calendar since last issue of the " | ||
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+ | This was held in St. James' Hall on Wednesday, 18th November, and as a result of a record attendance of about 350, the Club is the richer by £22 - half of which it is expected will go towards the fund for buying back the Blue Gum Forest. | ||
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+ | Several very enjoyable hours were spent one Friday night listening to a lantern lecture by Mr. Harold Chardon, partly on a canoe trip down the Warragamba and partly on a trip by the five " | ||
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+ | On 27th November, we were given a lecture by Miss Violet Roche of the Australian National Travel Association. She illustrated her talk with posters of various mountain scenes, native bears, and other interesting subjects, by means of which this country is being popularised abroad. | ||
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+ | Provided it does not lead to despoiling the bush, we wish the Association every success. | ||
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+ | Brenda White. | ||
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