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 of the other young man who went out in the dark to chop wood and marvelled at the bluntness of the axe? It’s owner found it next morning with its leather sheath chopped through!\\  of the other young man who went out in the dark to chop wood and marvelled at the bluntness of the axe? It’s owner found it next morning with its leather sheath chopped through!\\ 
  
-======KATOOMBA CLEAR HILL COX RIVER KEDUMBA WENTWORTH FALLS +======KATOOMBA CLEAR HILL COX RIVER KEDUMBA WENTWORTH FALLS====== 
-OUR EASTER TRIP.======\\ +=====OUR EASTER TRIP=====\\ 
 //By One of the Trippers.// //By One of the Trippers.//
-The trip may be said to have commenced with the journey from Sydney to Katoomba in a painfully overcrowded train - so much so, in fact, that when the passengers were piled on top of each other three deep (believe it or not), there was still no room for all their luggage, despite the generous facilities provided by the Government in the shape of about a dozen luggage racks quite 15" long. The train conductor had nothing but scorn for those sarcastic individuals who maintained that fifty or sixty suit cases could not be placed thereon, and, to show what he thought of the capacity of a carriage, even went so far as to order all the ladies inside off the train platform, under penalty of being put off. Three of our party of eight responded to this edict, and travelled warmly in the carriage - the other five travelled incognito (a Latin term meaning "out in the cold"). + 
-There are several interesting tales we could tell, if we chose, regarding that train trip. Have you heard the one about the commercial traveller and that Aythological lady, Delilah? No? Well, no wonder. The lady in question perhaps prefers to keep that to herself; but we might say in passing that we are happy to see the spirit of chivalry is not dead. And then there is the one about the poor little lad who was cruelly out off from his party, travelling in an earlier train, by a relentless guard who held that the train was overcrowded. We invited him to join our party, which he did, and sat, a dejected little figure, among the cinders an the train platform, with a piteous look on his face. Thinking he was beseeching coppers a kindly fellow-sufferer threw him a penny. It is worthy of note that he Ooorned this charity. And there was the lady who slept in a vacant apace of two Square feet in the carriage doorway, so that anyone who essayed to pass through had to step over her recumbent frame. One damsel who tried to pass through caused oomplications by becoming wedged in said space, thereby causing the unfortunate viotim all the horrors of partial asphyxiation. For the benefit of posterity the said victim aforesaid wishes to plaae an record the fact that asphyxiation is not an experience to be desired. We could also tell the tale of the three men Who dashed off the train at every stopping place and raved up and dawn the platform in an endeavour to bring back the warmth of life to their chilled anatomy. AS I have said, I could tell detailed stories under these headings, but space will not permit of this. Suffice to say that WE GOT THERE. +The trip may be said to have commenced with the journey from Sydney to Katoomba in a painfully overcrowded train - so much so, in fact, that when the passengers were piled on top of each other three deep (believe it or not). There was still no room for all their luggage, despite the generous facilities provided by the Government in the shape of about a dozen luggage racks quite 15" long.  
-Ratoomba station was one seething massof humanity, through which we struggle& our way, the cynosure of all eyes because of our packs, and eventually emerged, still complete, and gained the road. At this juncture someone suggested supper, So the Paragon, in all its glittering glory, was shortly honoured by our eightsome. It discreet manager ushered US through to a back room gorgeously adorned by huge Sculptured reliefs of nymphs suffering from the extreme stages of elephantiasis. Here, he said, we would "have more roam", which was a tactful way of saying that he preferred We didn't make the place look untidy by dining in the front roam, in full View of his prospective clients. We consumed vast quantities of coffee and hot buttered toast, then, restored in mind and body, set out for the open road. + 
-It was a beautiful, glittering night - clear as a mountain stream, and the stars seemed to snap with the cold. We made our way along Narrow Neck, while the wind blew up from the valleys and made our noses and ears tingle, and the spray from an adjacent waterfall blew up from the dark depths, to descend on UB like rain. The gleam of the camp fires up the hill in the distance welcomed us to our camp site, and we were soon encamped and tucke& into our bracken and gum leaves. +The train conductor had nothing but scorn for those sarcastic individuals who maintained that fifty or sixty suit cases could not be placed thereon, and, to show what he thought of the capacity of a carriage, even went so far as to order all the ladies inside off the train platform, under penalty of being put off. Three of our party of eight responded to this edict, and travelled warmly in the carriage - the other five travelled incognito (a Latin term meaning "out in the cold"). 
-(This latter remark refers to our bedding, and not to cur evening meal. or the sake of brevity I have left out the eating and tooth cleaning details and packed the whole party off to bed straightaway.) Nor will I do more than lightly touch on the fact that one of our party - a novice - spent practically the whole of the night "digging his hip out", having been previously schooled in the necessity for a hip + 
-hole. +There are several interesting tales we could tell, if we chose, regarding that train trip. Have you heard the one about the commercial traveller and that mythological lady, Delilah? No? Well, no wonder. The lady in question perhaps prefers to keep that to herself; but we might say in passing that we are happy to see the spirit of chivalry is not dead. And then there is the one about the poor little lad who was cruelly cut off from his party, traveling in an earlier train, by a relentless guard who held that the train was overcrowded. We invited him to join our party, which he did, and sat, a dejected little figure, among the cinders an the train platform, with a piteous look on his face. 
-The early bird arose and whet his bill -- The early worm arose, an easy prey -- But, early as they were, we on the Hill Arose 'ere bird or worm arose next daye+ 
 +Thinking he was beseeching coppers a kindly fellow-sufferer threw him a penny. It is worthy of note that he scorned this charity. And there was the lady who slept in a vacant space of two Square feet in the carriage doorway, so that anyone who essayed to pass through had to step over her recumbent frame. One damsel who tried to pass through caused complications by becoming wedged in said space, thereby causing the unfortunate victim all the horrors of partial asphyxiation. For the benefit of posterity the said victim aforesaid wishes to place on record the fact that asphyxiation is not an experience to be desired. 
 + 
 +We could also tell the tale of the three men who dashed off the train at every stopping place and raced up and dawn the platform in an endeavour to bring back the warmth of life to their chilled anatomy. As I have said, I could tell detailed stories under these headings, but space will not permit of this. Suffice to say that WE GOT THERE. 
 + 
 +Katoomba station was one seething mass of humanity, through which we struggled our way, the cynosure of all eyes because of our packs, and eventually emerged, still complete, and gained the road. At this juncture someone suggested supper, So the Paragon, in all its glittering glory, was shortly honoured by our eightsome. 
 + 
 +discreet manager ushered us through to a back room gorgeously adorned by huge sculptured reliefs of nymphs suffering from the extreme stages of elephantiosis. Here, he said, we would "have more room", which was a tactful way of saying that he preferred we didn't make the place look untidy by dining in the front room, in full view of his prospective clients. We consumed vast quantities of coffee and hot buttered toast, then, restored in mind and body, set out for the open road. 
 + 
 +It was a beautiful, glittering night - clear as a mountain stream, and the stars seemed to snap with the cold. We made our way along Narrowneck, while the wind blew up from the valleys and made our noses and ears tingle, and the spray from an adjacent waterfall blew up from the dark depths, to descend on us like rain. The gleam of the camp fires up the hill in the distance welcomed us to our camp site, and we were soon encamped and tucked into our bracken and gum leaves. 
 + 
 +(This latter remark refers to our bedding, and not to our evening meal. or the sake of brevity I have left out the eating and tooth cleaning details and packed the whole party off to bed straightaway.) Nor will I do more than lightly touch on the fact that one of our party - a novice - spent practically the whole of the night "digging his hip out", having been previously schooled in the necessity for a hip hole. 
 + 
 +The early bird arose and whet his bill 
 +The early worm arose, an easy prey 
 +But, early as they were, we on the Hill  
 +Arose 'ere bird or worm arose next day. 
 Which little poetic divagation is meant to convey to the mind of the :reader that we were up before the dawn, breakfasted and away bright and early. Which little poetic divagation is meant to convey to the mind of the :reader that we were up before the dawn, breakfasted and away bright and early.
-An interesting and exciting little interlude in our morning's march was provided by the finding of a note on the trail telling us of a parcel to be found in a nearby cave, which parcel, when opened by trembling fingers, was found to contain quite a creditable imitation of a child, made out of carrots, and bearing this insoriptian:- "Go an, you Cannibal! Eat it up. It's good!" We had our suspicions as to who was the creator of this piece of infamy, which were later justified when we came upon the camp of a senior member of the Bushwalkers. Be was playing native somewhere in the background, and called to us to wait till he clothed himself and he would come dawn and talk to us. Which we did, and he did. + 
-After leaving this child of Nature (who, I bight state, barely waited for us to be out of sight before reverting to his back-to--Nature garb), we followed the trail to Clear Hill and had a highly exciting time getting the party and the packs over the edge of the precipide with the aid of a rope. Then came a marvellous, dusty scramble dawn the hullcsid.e, catching at branches to curb our headlong pace. At the bottom of the hill we paused for lunch, then followed Breakfast Creek down to within a mile of the Cox Junction, where we camped for the night. +An interesting and exciting little interlude in our morning's march was provided by the finding of a note on the trail telling us of a parcel to be found in a nearby cave, which parcel, when opened by trembling fingers, was found to contain quite a creditable imitation of a child, made out of carrots, and bearing this inscription:- "Go on, you Cannibal! Eat it up. It's good!" We had our suspicions as to who was the creator of this piece of infamy, which were later justified when we came upon the camp of a senior member of the Bushwalkers. Be was playing native somewhere in the background, and called to us to wait till he clothed himself and he would come dawn and talk to us. Which we did, and he did. 
-The next day was spent following the Cox along, till we reached Kanangra Clearing early in the afternoon. Here we pitched camp and spent the afternoon swimming in the many beautiful pools of the Cox and the Kanangra. Then the girls + 
-of the party sunbaked on the warm rocks, while the Yiddish males exerted themselves prospacting for gold. With the concerted effort of all the party. We pushed and +After leaving this child of Nature (who, I might state, barely waited for us to be out of sight before reverting to his back-to-Nature garb), we followed the trail to Clear Hill and had a highly exciting time getting the party and the packs over the edge of the precipice with the aid of a rope. Then came a marvellous, dusty scramble dawn the hillside, catching at branches to curb our headlong pace. At the bottom of the hill we paused for lunch, then followed Breakfast Creek down to within a mile of the Cox Junction, where we camped for the night. 
-chopped down a tall dead tree, for firewood, and when it dropped a dear little bat, smelling strongly of musk, fell out of the hollow trunk. He was uninjured and soon flew away in the gloom. + 
-Next day saw us again proceeding along the Cox. Time and space will not allow me to tell of the beauties of this walk. Those who have been there will be +The next day was spent following the Cox along, till we reached Kanangra Clearing early in the afternoon. Here we pitched camp and spent the afternoon swimming in the many beautiful pools of the Cox and the Kanangra. Then the girls of the party sunbaked on the warm rocks, while the Yiddish males exerted themselves prospecting for gold. With the concerted effort of all the party, we pushed and chopped down a tall dead tree, for firewood, and when it dropped a dear little bat, smelling strongly of musk, fell out of the hollow trunk. He was uninjured and soon flew away in the gloom. 
-ale to visuaiise it for themselves, and those who have not certainly should have done so, and this is the punishment for their mission. Our camp on the last + 
-might was pitched down by Kills'. We found the spot which was really ideal for a camp was already occupied by a dead horse, so had perforce to move on another half- Mlle, out of our way. On retracing our steps next morning it was discovered that two other Bushwalkers had spent a most comfortable night there, to leeward of the defunct beastie, and thy gloated over the fact that we had had to move one We +Next day saw us again proceeding along the Cox. Time and space will not allow me to tell of the beauties of this walk. Those who have been there will be able to visualise it for themselves, and those who have not certainly should have done so, and this is the punishment for their omission 
-lope we are not unchristian, but our sense of humour would have been greatly tickled bad the wind changed overnighte + 
-Time flies, and this is the last day of our trip. We spent to-day climbing up the Kedumba Pass, and revelled in the exertion regaired to ascend this mountain. Several members of the party created records for the ascent, and waited on the top +Our camp on the last night was pitched down by Kills'. We found the spot which was really ideal for a camp was already occupied by a dead horse, so had perforce to move on another half mile, out of our way. On retracing our steps next morning it was discovered that two other Bushwalkers had spent a most comfortable night there, to leeward of the defunct beastie, and thy gloated over the fact that we had had to move on. We 
-for the others to arrive. Then we made our way to the Wentworth Falls Sanatorium +hope we are not unchristian, but our sense of humour would have been greatly tickled had the wind changed overnight. 
-where we "wet our whistles", forming a merry party around the marble bar + 
-- 12 - +Time flies, and this is the last day of our trip. We spent to-day climbing up the Kedumba Pass, and reveled in the exertion required to ascend this mountain. Several members of the party created records for the ascent, and waited on the top for the others to arrive.  
-I mean the tank, -- the marble bar came later when we reached Wentworth Palls and made a bee-line for the hotel. Our mythological lady here made us well aware that she belonged to a day and generation not our own by asking for malted milk in the bar. The bar-tender looked pityingly at her and said there was a soft-drinks shop round the corner (with accent on the "soft") -Delilah thought this rather unkind. Then, duly refreshed and revivified with ginger ale and stronger beverage, we passed on to the station to catch the train home, and, after a most enjoyable Easter holiday, we kiss our fingers to our audience, bow, and pass out of the picture', + 
-I'll GOING DOWN THE GROSE. +Then we made our way to the Wentworth Falls Sanatorium where we "wet our whistles", forming a merry party around the marble barI mean the tank, -- the marble bar came later when we reached Wentworth Palls and made a bee-line for the hotel.  
-(Tune: "PM going to Maximo's"). + 
-I'm going down the Grose, +Our mythological lady here made us well aware that she belonged to a day and generation not our own by asking for malted milk in the bar. The bartender looked pityingly at her and said there was a soft drinks shop round the corner (with accent on the "soft") - Delilah thought this rather unkind. Then, duly refreshed and revivified with ginger ale and stronger beverage, we passed on to the station to catch the train home, and, after a most enjoyable Easter holiday, we kiss our fingers to our audience, bow, and pass out of the picture. 
-I'm through with work and woes.. The flies will buzz and greet me, + 
-The 'squitoes hum and eat me; + 
-Tramp, Trampl Splash, splash! Achou/ +=====I'GOING DOWN THE GROSE===== 
-Look outl Hop upl Can do I'm going off a-Grose-bag, + 
-And you may all come toot D.L. +//Tune: "I’m going to Maxime's"// 
-41.M.11.41,111wOMP, + 
-THE EASTER QUASI-OFFICIAL ALONG THE /WM. +I'm going down the Grose,\\  
-By Dorman Long. +I'm through with work and woes\\  
-"Quasi-" is a very convenient prefix, with its apologetic meaning of as it were", and is used especially by lawyers, when either they do not mean exactly what they say, or else know not what to say. Be that as it may, Vic. Thorsen' strip along the Nattai River over the last Easter holidays had all the qualifications of an official one except the name. For, in the first place, the route was that scheduled in the programme, though the leadership somehow became transposed, Mr. W. Henley prooeeding along the Cox River instead. Then, again, there was strongly apparent that outstanding feature of an official trip, that it collected the residuum of the Club's membership after the private parties had taken their toll. Right from the very inception the party gained in numerical strength, until at the close of the journey it had increased almost onehundredfold, like the proverbial snowball rolling down a hillsideFirst of all, Jean Malcolm and I, having had to abandon the visit to Michelago by reason of an untimely accident to Marie Byle'leambulatory organ, attached ourselves to the small nucleus of eight an the Central Railway Station. Next, Noel Turnbull, originally intending to go with the "bargers", but not finding them already on the train at Strathfield appreciate& the wisdom of that old saw, "a birdin the hand is worth two in the bush", and remained with us. The n, on the second last day, when we were encamped at the beginning of the Nattai Pass, Don Wallace, who had been leading his friend, Jack Hallett, along the Cox River from Katoomba, came and pitched his tent in our midst And, finally, on the last day, when we were having our dinner, Clem. krmstrong and his friend became acCommodated. From the last two word was passed around that Muriel Hall and mme others were seeking us in the Burragorang Valley, but we reached Picton Railway Station without attaining the point of convergence. +The flies will buzz and greet me,\\  
-To my mind, two incidents of the trip commend themselves above all others +The 'squitoes hum and eat me;\\  
--13 - +Tramp, Tramp, Splash, splash! Achou\\  
-for special mention. The first was that of the midnight walk from Aylmerton, on the Main Southern Line, to Hilltop, on the Loop Line, rendered necessary an the Thursday night through lack of prevision on the part of 2ailwgy officialdom in allowing only one excursion train at 5:15 p.m. to travel to the latter. On arrival at Aylmerton we tarried for about half-an-hour, while soms of the girls changed into their cool shorts for walking. Theirs was labour ill-rewarded, however, for we had hardly proceeded half a mile along the road when they began to complain ot feeling frozen at the knees. Eventually we found ourselves an the railway line, which we followed along for the rest of the eight miles to the accompaniment of frogscroaking and the occasional stampeding of wallabies disturbed in the nocturnal quiet The second incident was that of the first morning's trek from Hilltop to MacArthur 'Flat. The tedium of the monotonous country for the greater part of the way was relieved only by the pleasantries of a pair of motor-cyo lists who accompaniedbso They had been advised at Mittagong to take the bush road leading from Hilltop, because, not being so frequented, they ought to find plenty of rabbits in its vicinityActing on this logic, they were expecting at any minute to come across swarms of the rodent; but my assurance that we had shot the sole, surviving rabbit at Easter-time in 1930, when we paased along that same route on Harold Chardon's official trip, failed to convince them, and they continued their way with uso Nature's great compensation for the wearisome walk referred to was our first glimpse of the Nattai River valley, resplendent with its glorious verdure after a season of bountiful rainThe view was all the more invested with an air of romance as one recollected that it was over this selfsame track along which we were going, that Captain Starlight, after whom it was named, with manya heart-throb would escape on horseback from his pursuers, the servants of administrators who were worse bushrangers than he. MacArthur'Flat, where we dined, was a place of sylvan enchantment, the kind of scene you find perpetuated in oilcolours in a National Art Gallery, though minus the conventional brace of swans and bevy of nude nymphs. +Look out, Hop up Can do\\  
-Speed in walking was a subject which engaged my more serious meditation during a large part of the journey. Why does not the speed-demon Obsess the soul of each and every member of a party at one and the same time, so as to prevent any unrighteous discrimination between those who seem borne along, over hill and dale, by some heaven-sent afflatus, and their less fortunate comrades, who, not being similarly inspired, are obliged to carry an doggedly at the same dreary gait as before? The solution would give good scope to the application of Einstein's theory of relativityOn Good Friday two individuals singled themselves out as having the peculiar urge for "getting there"; they were Noel Turnbull and Gorge Dibley. After dinner, leaving in advance of the rest of us, they promised to stop at a pre-arranged place, where we were to camp that night. But, toward sundown, as much as we pressed an, we could not get within earshot of them; until I was for exhorting our leader to camp where we were, in order that the vanguard might learn their lesson from self-imposed segregation. However, he appeared resolute that the party should on no account be for a night disintegrated; and, consequently, the "shades of night were falling fast", and we were feeling as tired as chickens chirping to roost, when eventually we heard the distant cooee of the two "Grecian runners". In such away does speed in some react to the detriment of others. +I'm going off a-Grose-ing\\  
-Nor were we without our minor misfortunes. One of them befell Vic. Thorsen himself, ' After dinner, an the Saturday, he lay, head reclined on pack, watching with self-complacent pity the efforts of those who were not so expeditious as he in getting ready for the start-off once more. That afternoon we covered more than the usual distance (it must have been about eight or nine miles), probably because we were anxious to show the Sydney Hikers, Who were also passing through the valley, exactly what records we could create in a day. It was while we were preparing the +And you may all come too!\\  
--14- +//D.L.// 
-night 'camp that Vicall of a sudden remembered depositing his purse at the dining-place.. Consequently, he spent the greater part of the next day in recovering that most necessary part of his equipment. Another mishap occurred to Eunice Mullen, in that she blistered her foot. However, it was not so much for her blisters that I pitied her, although they were bad enough, as for the pretext thus given certain would-be physicians to demonstrate their quackery. *Doctor" Turnbull first addressed himself to the display of his pseudo-science, but the only + 
-resat was a limping figure, with only one shoe an, and a leg swollen with bandages +=====THE EASTER QUASI-OFFICIAL ALONG THE NATTAI==== 
-and Books, like that of a frost-bitten, antarctic explorer. Then, no sooner had ClemArmstrong joined our company on the last day than he espied that same leg so +//By Dorman Long// 
-rendered conspicuous. At once he got to work, and from the innermost recesses of + 
-his pack produced the strangest compounds, applying each in turn to his submissive victim, who endured all with remarkable fortitudeI thus came to be reminded of a certain charlatan who, after giving me a potion to drink ostensibly for the purpose of curing a cold, suddenly apologized for administering a remedy intended for in-growing toe-nailsi +"Quasi" is a very convenient prefix, with it’s apologetic meaning of as it were", and is used especially by lawyers, when either they do not mean exactly what they say, or else know not what to say. Be that as it may, Vic. Thorsen' s trip along the Nattai River over the last Easter holidays had all the qualifications of an official one except the name. For, in the first place, the route was that scheduled in the programme, though the leadership somehow became transposed, Mr. W. Henley proceeding along the Cox River instead. 
-Camp-fire concerts were a feature of the tripBut the outstanding defect was the lack of community-singing in the real sense of the term. More we were all familiar with the words of a song, there were so many diverse notions as to what was the correct tune; and, when we were all agreed on the tune, we somehow forgot the words, and consequently the flaw of intonation would subside into untimely Oblivion through dearth of verbal fuel. Nevertheless, we were particularly fortunate, an the last night, in being visited by a quartet from the camp "over the hill", consisting as it did of Gordon Smith, a one-armed, ex-soldier friend of his, who had both the countenance and voice of Lawrence Tibbett, and two other vocalists. Gordon Smith himself treated us with the "Toreadorts Song" from "Carmen" in Italian diction, which we took for grantedHumour there was, too, in that George Dibley, without saying a word, reminded US of two screen comedians we had seen; and it needed bubthe addition of a Stan Laurel in order to complete the illusion. + 
-"Easy" altogether fairly well describes the general nature of the walk along the Nattai River; so much so, in fact, that three of Us climbed up Mount Burragorang on the Sunday, with a view to making the trip more strenuous. One unhappy oircumstanoe, however, tended to diminish the zeal of the men during the earlier stages. It was that the weightiest lady in the party would prey on their chivalry, and +Then, again, there was strongly apparent that outstanding feature of an official trip, that it collected the residuum of the Club's membership after the private parties had taken their toll. Right from the very inception the party gained in numerical strength, until at the close of the journey it had increased almost onehundredfold, like the proverbial snowball rolling down a hillside
-insist on being carried across the riverA snapshot, taken by one of our more enterprising photographers, will be circulated amongst Club members to establish + 
-her guilt. The weather, moreover, was mperfect that the majority of tents brought with us served more for a mental, rather than a physical, comfort, the potential +First of all, Jean Malcolm and I, having had to abandon the visit to Michelago by reason of an untimely accident to Marie Byle's ambulatory organ, attached ourselves to the small nucleus of eight on the Central Railway Station. Next, Noel Turnbull, originally intending to go with the "bargers", but not finding them already on the train at Strathfield appreciated the wisdom of that old saw, "a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush", and remained with us. Then, on the second last day, when we were encamped at the beginning of the Nattai Pass (Belloon Pass? 2014 edit), Don Wallace, who had been leading his friend, Jack Hallett, along the Cox River from Katoomba, came and pitched his tent in our midstAnd, finally, on the last day, when we were having our dinner, Clem Armstrong and his friend became accommodated. From the last two word was passed around that Muriel Hall and some others were seeking us in the Burragorang Valley, but we reached Picton Railway Station without attaining the point of convergence. 
-occupants preferring to sleep around the camp fire, thereby causing much chagrin + 
-to the few conscientious tent-duellers, who had to wake with them at dawn, because of their infernal chatter. non, at the end of our journey, we arrived in Picton, we found the townspeople all agog, a Highland Gathering having taken place there that afternoon. The skirl of the pipes died away in the distance, as our train steamed out of the Station, leaving the more philosophical-minded of us to reflect on the vastness of the British Empire, seeing that it could embrace peoples with cultural tastes so bizarre; whilst the more prosaic repeated that old, +To my mind, two incidents of the trip commend themselves above all other for special mention. The first was that of the midnight walk from Aylmerton, on the Main Southern Line, to Hilltop, on the Loop Line, rendered necessary on the Thursday night through lack of prevision on the part of Railway officialdom in allowing only one excursion train at 5:15 p.m. to travel to the latter. On arrival at Aylmerton we tarried for about half-an-hour, while some of the girls changed into their cool shorts for walking. Theirs was labour ill-rewarded, however, for we had hardly proceeded half a mile along the road when they began to complain of feeling frozen at the knees. Eventually we found ourselves on the railway line, which we followed along for the rest of the eight miles to the accompaniment of frogs croaking and the occasional stampeding of wallabies disturbed in the nocturnal quiet
-old story about the joke the Irish once played on the Scotch, the humour of which the latter have to this day failed to see. + 
-15 - +The second incident was that of the first morning's trek from Hilltop to MacArthurs Flat. The tedium of the monotonous country for the greater part of the way was relieved only by the pleasantries of a pair of motorcyclists who accompanied us. They had been advised at Mittagong to take the bush road leading from Hilltop, because, not being so frequented, they ought to find plenty of rabbits in it’s vicinityActing on this logic, they were expecting at any minute to come across swarms of the rodent; but my assurance that we had shot the sole, surviving rabbit at Eastertime in 1930, when we passed along that same route on Harold Chardon's official trip, failed to convince them, and they continued their way with us.  
-HOW MUCH DOES YOUR KIT WEIGH? + 
-Some folks do not mind a bit if their packs weigh about 60 lbs for a week-end trip, but most of us consider that the weight to be carried is a necessary evil and the less there is, the better we like it. +Nature's great compensation for the wearisome walk referred to was our first glimpse of the Nattai River valley, resplendent with its glorious verdure after a season of bountiful rainThe view was all the more invested with an air of romance as one recollected that it was over this selfsame track along which we were going, that Captain Starlight, after whom it was named, with many a heart-throb would escape on horseback from his pursuers, the servants of administrators who were worse bushrangers than he. MacArthurs Flat, where we dined, was a place of sylvan enchantment, the kind of scene you find perpetuated in oil colours in a National Art Gallery, though minus the conventional brace of swans and bevy of nude nymphs. 
-The problem is, how can it be reduced? + 
-The best plan is to spend an evening weighing your camping gear. Pack your rucksaok for a week-end trip and then go through it, weighing item by item, If you jot down the result of your efforts on a piece of paper and then go carefully through the list afterwards, you will rediscover the old truth that "Mony a miokle make a muckle." +Speed in walking was a subject which engaged my more serious meditation during a large part of the journey. Why does not the speed-demon obsess the soul of each and every member of a party at one and the same time, so as to prevent any unrighteous discrimination between those who seem borne along, over hill and dale, by some heaven-sent afflatus, and their less fortunate comrades, who, not being similarly inspired, are obliged to carry on doggedly at the same dreary gait as before? The solution would give good scope to the application of Einstein's theory of relativityOn Good Friday two individuals singled themselves out as having the peculiar urge for "getting there"; they were Noel Turnbull and George Dibley. After dinner, leaving in advance of the rest of us, they promised to stop at a pre-arranged place, where we were to camp that night. But, toward sundown, as much as we pressed an, we could not get within earshot of them; until I was for exhorting our leader to camp where we were, in order that the vanguard might learn their lesson from self-imposed segregation. However, he appeared resolute that the party should on no account be for a night disintegrated; and, consequently, the "shades of night were falling fast", and we were feeling as tired as chickens chirping to roost, when eventually we heard the distant cooee of the two "Grecian runners". In such a way does speed in some react to the detriment of others. 
-You will probably find that the weight can be reduced in one, or both, of two ways, namely:.. + 
-1By leaving non-essentials at home. +Nor were we without our minor misfortunes. One of them befell Vic. Thorsen himselfAfter dinner, on the Saturday, he lay, head reclined on pack, watching with self-complacent pity the efforts of those who were not so expeditious as he in getting ready for the start-off once more. That afternoon we covered more than the usual distance (it must have been about eight or nine miles), probably because we were anxious to show the Sydney Hikers, who were also passing through the valley, exactly what records we could create in a day.  
-2. By cutting dawn the weight of essentials, and this can be achieved by reducing the number and/Or size of the articles carried, or replacing SOMB item with one made from lighter material, + 
-With a little care and judicious pruning, several pounds can generally be cut off the weight of one's gear without sacrificing safety or comfort. When two are working in together, it is possible to get the weight down to +It was while we were preparing the night’s camp that Vic all of a sudden remembered depositing his purse at the dining-place. Consequently, he spent the greater part of the next day in recovering that most necessary part of his equipment. Another mishap occurred to Eunice Mullen, in that she blistered her foot. However, it was not so much for her blisters that I pitied her, although they were bad enough, as for the pretext thus given certain would-be physicians to demonstrate their quackery. Doctor" Turnbull first addressed himself to the display of his pseudo-science, but the only result was a limping figure, with only one shoe on, and a leg swollen with bandages and socks, like that of a frost-bitten, antarctic explorer. Then, no sooner had Clem Armstrong joined our company on the last day than he espied that same leg so rendered conspicuous.  
-17 lbs and less. The average person can live quite well on 2 pounds of food per day (provided the right stuff is taken) so that there is really no necessity to carry enormous loads for a week-end, or even a week'trtip, Those who are new to tramping camps should watch with care the weight of any new gear that they purchase and should go carefully into the pros and cons of every proposed addition, for too often does it happen that new gear is bought and has later to be replaced on account of its excessive weight or some other defect. + 
-Paddy Pallin is only too pleased to discuss the problem of weight with anyone who is interestedHis gear is designed to give the lightest weight for the maximum utility, and he will tell you the weight of any article he sells, from a tent peg to a rucksack. +At once he got to work, and from the innermost recesses of his pack produced the strangest compounds, applying each in turn to his submissive victim, who endured all with remarkable fortitudeI thus came to be reminded of a certain charlatan who, after giving me a potion to drink ostensibly for the purpose of curing a cold, suddenly apologized for administering a remedy intended for in-growing toenails! 
-"Count every ounce every ounce counts,+ 
-COLD WEATHER SPECIALS: Dawn Sleeping Bags have less bulk and weight than 'blankets and much more warmth. Complete in waterproof bag - 40/.- and 45/... +Campfire concerts were a feature of the tripBut the outstanding defect was the lack of community singing in the real sense of the term. Where we were all familiar with the words of a song, there were so many diverse notions as to what was the correct tune; and, when we were all agreed on the tune, we somehow forgot the words, and consequently the flaw of intonation would subside into untimely oblivion through dearth of verbal fuel.  
-A Word, to Married Couples: Double Sleeping Bags are very snug this cold weather. One-stuffed with pure dawn costs 0:10:0 and weighs 5 lbs. This makes an excellent single bed quilt. + 
-A double bed quilt covered in a plain coloured material is useful at home or in camp, Pure Down - 3:5:0. +Nevertheless, we were particularly fortunate, an the last night, in being visited by a quartet from the camp "over the hill", consisting as it did of Gordon Smith, a one-armed, ex-soldier friend of his, who had both the countenance and voice of Lawrence Tibbett, and two other vocalists. Gordon Smith himself treated us with the "Toreador’s Song" from "Carmen" in Italian diction, which we took for grantedHumour there was, too, in that George Dibley, without saying a word, reminded us of two screen comedians we had seen; and it needed but the addition of a Stan Laurel in order to complete the illusion. 
-PALLIN, + 
-312 George St. SYDNEY. +"Easy" altogether fairly well describes the general nature of the walk along the Nattai River; so much so, in fact, that three of us climbed up Mount Burragorang on the Sunday, with a view to making the trip more strenuous. One unhappy oircumstanoe, however, tended to diminish the zeal of the men during the earlier stages. It was that the weightiest lady in the party would prey on their chivalry, and insist on being carried across the riverA snapshot, taken by one of our more enterprising photographers, will be circulated amongst Club members to establish her guilt.  
-PHONE - B3101. (Above Hallam's, opp.Wynyard Station.) + 
--16- +The weather, moreover, was so perfect that the majority of tents brought with us served more for a mental, rather than a physical, comfort, the potential occupants preferring to sleep around the camp fire, thereby causing much chagrin to the few conscientious tent-dwellers, who had to wake with them at dawn, because of their infernal chatter. When, at the end of our journey, we arrived in Picton, we found the townspeople all agog, a Highland Gathering having taken place there that afternoon. The skirl of the pipes died away in the distance, as our train steamed out of the Station, leaving the more philosophical minded of us to reflect on the vastness of the British Empire, seeing that it could embrace peoples with cultural tastes so bizarre; whilst the more prosaic repeated that old, old story about the joke the Irish once played on the Scotch, the humour of which the latter have to this day failed to see. 
-TRAVELLING DE-LUXE-O. + 
-"Oh, to think of it - oh, to dream of it". Cruising the Pacific Ocean an a 22,000 ton liner! Of course, to us seasoned travellers who go away at least every week-end, preparation is praotically nil, and internal excitement also very low. +=====HOW MUCH DOES YOUR KIT WEIGH?===== 
-We boarded the boat at about 3.30 p.m., and then started a round of handshakes and "Haw-do-you-do's". These were to the people one already knew. Then a hurried inspection of the vessel, with its Pompeian swimming pool, etc. etc., the orchestra playing the very latest thing in dance tunes. +Some folks do not mind a bit if their packs weigh about 60 lbs (27kg) for a weekend trip, but most of us consider that the weight to be carried is a necessary evil and the less there is, the better we like it. 
-As the chimes of 4 p.m. floated down from the G.P.O., an almost imperceptible widening of the gap between the boat and the wharf Commenced. -III- We are now + 
-under way! Watching the tugs turn the boat round - seeing Sydney from a new angle - and the realisation that we had actually started! All this, unfortunately, put +The problem is, how can it be reduced? 
-afternoon tea out of one's mind, and one realised this when it was too late. More + 
-folk one knew kept bobbing up, and greetings were exchanged. +The best plan is to spend an evening weighing your camping gear. Pack your rucksack for a weekend trip and then go through it, weighing item by item, If you jot down the result of your efforts on a piece of paper and then go carefully through the list afterwards, you will rediscover the old truth that"Mony a mickle make a muckle." 
-Soon we were passing Garden Island, Rushoutter'Bay, Rose Bay, and then + 
-Watson's Bay, and so on through the Heads. IN watched the trim little "Captain Cook" sailing out to collect her pilot again, and were treatly interested in seeing the pilot oliMbing down his rope ladder over the vessel's side and then stepping +You will probably find that the weight can be reduced in one, or both, of two ways, namely: 
-into the dinghy. Next came lifeboat drill. All the passengers were lined up with the lifebelts from their cabins securely tied around their shoulders in the + 
-approved style. We were all given instructions what to do in case of emergency and haw to prepare for a sudden wreck or fire. A few more of the 1200 passengers came into view, in which one met one or two more friends. The boat already seemed chock-a-block with friends and aoquaintftances. After watching the gulls flying round for some while, we went dawn below to spruce up for dinner. +1By leaving non-essentials at home. 
-Dinner was quite a delightful affair, being served in the palatial dining saloon, with its cream wooden panels, its pier mirrors and modernistic light fittings. The meal consisted of a paltry 65 items, served by Indian stewards. Some of these stewards, with very little extra effort, could quite easily turn themselvesinto ebony statues. During dinner we filled in entry cards for the sports competitions, and received a brief resume of the coming events. Coffee in the lounge, with its Italian architectural decorations, the principal features being four groups of ultramarine blue Corinthian pillars. The soft, indirect lighting, and the extremely comfortable lotmgeer and chairs were certainly conducive to sleeping, but none of our small party disgraced themselves. +By cutting down the weight of essentials, and this can be achieved by reducing the number and/or size of the articles carried, or replacing some item with one made from lighter material
-Now one repaired to the free talkies. These were shown in an enclose& portion of the deck, the theatre holding about 200 people, At about 9 o'clock the boat commenced to roll. Numbers of people left the talkies to watch the fishes over the side; they having dined rather sumptuously, and a trifle unwisely. Next 'cisme dancing an deck, the orchestra doing its duty nobly. Later one vent down to supper, and having finished supper remainedi talking until 12.30 - then bed. (This was the earliest night of the trip.) + 
-Breakfast an Saturday morning. 40% turned up, the others were lying in their tamam or wrapped in rugs on the deck, looking really quite sad. The boat continued to roll, and awing to the large number of people indisposed, the deck games had to be cancel1ed1; my own partner being well and truly oonfined to her cabin. +With a little care and judicious pruning, several pounds can generally be cut off the weight of one's gear without sacrificing safety or comfort. When two are working in together, it is possible to get the weight down to 17 lbs (7.7kgs) and less. The average person can live quite well on 2 pounds (900gms) of food per day (provided the right stuff is taken) so that there is really no necessity to carry enormous loads for a weekend, or even a week'trip.  
-Mr. Mallardi, of Harrington's, told me that about 5.30 in the morning he had seen waves breaking over the bow of the boat. At 6.30 I went along for my morning frWia, and there were the lovely pale green tiles of the swimming pool, displayed in all their glory. The water had been let out, awing to the rough seas. At about 7.50 there was 3 ft, of water in the pool which created a boiling surf, the dumpers + 
-- 17 - +Those who are new to tramping camps should watch with care the weight of any new gear that they purchase and should go carefully into the pros and cons of every proposed addition, for too often does it happen that new gear is bought and has later to be replaced on account of its excessive weight or some other defect. 
-breaking on to the ceiling. During the pool was filled to its normal depth of 7 swimming pool was a constant attraction, ing themselves in it. + 
-The rest of the day was spent in eating, taking and singing, with a few interludes of deck quoits and oirolos. That evening a fancy dress ball had been arranged, but awing to the continued indisposition of many of the passengers, it was postponed. We danced on deck, and looked at the phosphorus. After supper we talked until midnight, then went to the music room and sang Christmas hymns and carols until about 1.15, +Paddy Pallin is only too pleased to discuss the problem of weight with anyone who is interestedHis gear is designed to give the lightest weight for the maximum utility, and he will tell you the weight of any article he sells, from a tent peg to a rucksack. 
-The next day was Sunday. On Sunday everyone was feeling bright and cheery., The sea had calmed down, but it had started to rain lightly. A choir was enlisted to assist with the Christmas morning service, The choir very shortly developed into a community singing effort, with ballet as an interlude. Those who were pacing the deok were asked would they join the choir or the ballet. If it was the ballet they had their legs measured, and were put aside for further reference. TWO elderly ladies walking around declined to join the choir, and as the ballet was the only alternative they seemed a little put out; they sniffed heartily and then walked to another deck. The song birds perched on the after railing, and were photographedi by many cameras. It may also be mentioned that the birds far outnumbered the songs. + 
-This interlude was broken up rather hastily by the serving of morning tea. The prospects of having three or four,, ice creams, or as many as one wanted, simply for the asking, tempted us all. +"Count every ounce every ounce counts.
-At 11 o'clock Divine Service was held in the first dining saloon, being conducted by the Captain, the Staff Captain reading the Lessons. There was a very large attendance, as Divine Service on a deep-sea vessel was rather unusual for most of the travellers. Up on to the deck for more fresh air and sunshine until lunch.+ 
 +**COLD WEATHER SPECIALS:** Down Sleeping Bags have less bulk and weight than blankets and much more warmth. Complete in waterproof bag - 40/- and 45/- 
 + 
 +**A Word, to Married Couples:** Double Sleeping Bags are very snug this cold weather. One-stuffed with pure down costs 3 pounds:10:0 and weighs 5 lbs (2.2kgs). This makes an excellent single bed quilt. 
 + 
 +A double bed quilt covered in a plain coloured material is useful at home or in campPure Down 3pounds:5:0.\\  
 +//F. A. PALLIN//\\  
 +//312 George St. SYDNEY.//\\  
 +//PHONE - B3101.//\\  
 +//(Above Hallam's, opp.Wynyard Station.)//\\  
 + 
 + 
 +=====TRAVELLING DE-LUXE-O===== 
 +"Oh, to think of it - oh, to dream of it". Cruising the Pacific Ocean on a 22,000 ton liner! Of course, to us seasoned travelers who go away at least every weekend, preparation is practically nil, and internal excitement also very low. 
 + 
 +We boarded the boat at about 3.30 p.m., and then started a round of handshakes and "How-do-you-do's". These were to the people one already knew. Then a hurried inspection of the vessel, with its Pompeian swimming pool, etc. etc., the orchestra playing the very latest thing in dance tunes. 
 + 
 +As the chimes of 4 p.m. floated down from the G.P.O., an almost imperceptible widening of the gap between the boat and the wharf commenced!! We are now under way! Watching the tugs turn the boat round - seeing Sydney from a new angle - and the realisation that we had actually started! All this, unfortunately, put afternoon tea out of one's mind, and one realised this when it was too late. More folk one knew kept bobbing up, and greetings were exchanged. 
 + 
 +Soon we were passing Garden Island, Rushcutters Bay, Rose Bay, and then 
 +Watson's Bay, and so on through the Heads. We watched the trim little "Captain Cook" sailing out to collect her pilot again, and were greatly interested in seeing the pilot climbing down his rope ladder over the vessel's side and then stepping into the dinghy. Next came lifeboat drill. All the passengers were lined up with the lifebelts from their cabins securely tied around their shoulders in the approved style. We were all given instructions what to do in case of emergency and how to prepare for a sudden wreck or fire.  
 + 
 +A few more of the 1,200 passengers came into view, in which one met one or two more friends. The boat already seemed chock-a-block with friends and acquaintances. After watching the gulls flying round for some while, we went down below to spruce up for dinner. 
 + 
 +Dinner was quite a delightful affair, being served in the palatial dining saloon, with it’s cream wooden panels, it’s pier mirrors and modernistic light fittings. The meal consisted of a paltry 65 items, served by Indian stewards. Some of these stewards, with very little extra effort, could quite easily turn themselves into ebony statues. During dinner we filled in entry cards for the sports competitions, and received a brief resume of the coming events. Coffee in the lounge, with its Italian architectural decorations, the principal features being four groups of ultramarine blue Corinthian pillars. The soft, indirect lighting, and the extremely comfortable lounges and chairs were certainly conducive to sleeping, but none of our small party disgraced themselves. 
 + 
 +Now one repaired to the free talkies. These were shown in an enclosed portion of the deck, the theatre holding about 200 peopleAt about 9 o'clock the boat commenced to roll. Numbers of people left the talkies to watch the fishes over the side; they having dined rather sumptuously, and a trifle unwisely.  
 + 
 +Next came dancing on deck, the orchestra doing its duty nobly. Later one went down to supper, and having finished supper remained talking until 12.30 - then bed. (This was the earliest night of the trip.) 
 + 
 +Breakfast on Saturday morning. 40% turned up, the others were lying in their bunks or wrapped in rugs on the deck, looking really quite sad. The boat continued to roll, and owing to the large number of people indisposed, the deck games had to be cancelled; my own partner being well and truly confined to her cabin. 
 + 
 +Mr. Mallard, of Harrington's, told me that about 5.30 in the morning he had seen waves breaking over the bow of the boat. At 6.30 I went along for my morning swim, and there were the lovely pale green tiles of the swimming pool, displayed in all their glory. The water had been let out, awing to the rough seas.  
 + 
 +At about 7.30 there was 3 ft, of water in the pool which created a boiling surf, the dumpers breaking on to the ceiling. During the day, however, the sea calmed down and the pool was filled to its normal depth of 7 ft of water, sloping down to 9 ft. The swimming pool was a constant attraction, with practically always some folks enjoying themselves in it. 
 + 
 +The rest of the day was spent in eating, talking and singing, with a few interludes of deck quoits and circles. That evening a fancy dress ball had been arranged, but owing to the continued indisposition of many of the passengers, it was postponed. We danced on deck, and looked at the phosphorus. After supper we talked until midnight, then went to the music room and sang Christmas hymns and carols until about 1.15
 + 
 +The next day was Sunday. On Sunday everyone was feeling bright and cheery., The sea had calmed down, but it had started to rain lightly. A choir was enlisted to assist with the Christmas morning service, The choir very shortly developed into a community singing effort, with ballet as an interlude. Those who were pacing the deck were asked would they join the choir or the ballet. If it was the ballet they had their legs measured, and were put aside for further reference. Two elderly ladies walking around declined to join the choir, and as the ballet was the only alternative they seemed a little put out; they sniffed heartily and then walked to another deck. The song birds perched on the after railing, and were photographed by many cameras. It may also be mentioned that the birds far outnumbered the songs. 
 + 
 +This interlude was broken up rather hastily by the serving of morning tea. The prospects of having three or four ice creams, or as many as one wanted, simply for the asking, tempted us all. 
 + 
 +At 11 o'clock Divine Service was held in the first dining saloon, being conducted by the Captain, the Staff Captain reading the Lessons. There was a very large attendance, as Divine Service on a deep-sea vessel was rather unusual for most of the travelers. Up on to the deck for more fresh air and sunshine until lunch. 
 Christmas Dinner. At the foot of the stairs, and outside the dining room, tables were arranged literally covered with the viands of all kinds. Boars' heads, barons of beef, pheasants, complete with heads, feathers and tails; hams decorated with edible sugar flowers; and some of the 69 Christmas cakes, and in the middle of it all, a large Santa Claus, with traditional decorations of holly, etc. Christmas Dinner. At the foot of the stairs, and outside the dining room, tables were arranged literally covered with the viands of all kinds. Boars' heads, barons of beef, pheasants, complete with heads, feathers and tails; hams decorated with edible sugar flowers; and some of the 69 Christmas cakes, and in the middle of it all, a large Santa Claus, with traditional decorations of holly, etc.
-Here it WAS that I asked the waiter for lemon ice, being a brand of ice cream. He promptly sent the drinks waiter to me, whom I did not want, so called the steward again and explained that it was food, not drink, that I required. The waiters are all Indians from Goa. The afternoon passed quietly, and then about 5 o'clock we gathered round on the promenade deok to see the ohildrents Ihms tree. Santa Claus Caine aboard and distributed books and torches, pocket knives and dolls, and other toys to the 32 children aboard. These were all suppliedi by the ship's Captain Hartley. The children then played games with Santa Claus. + 
-We dressed for dinner, and then went down to the saloon. Here the Christmas spirit was abroad. Large paper caps for all and bch-boas on the tables. Again we had traditional Christmas fare, roast pork, plum puddings, mince pies, and a host of other delicacies.. During dinner, tiny streamers were distributed. These the diners used to loop themselves together, and then to loop the neighbouring tables in with them also. Dinner and all its fun being over, we retired for coffee in the lounge, and then, as the carpet had been taken up from the centre of the room, we dame& to the boat's splendid orchestra. The floor was, I think, the best I ever danced on. Dancing finished at midnight, when all retired to bed, tired but happy! +Here it was that I asked the waiter for lemon ice, being a brand of ice cream. He promptly sent the drinks waiter to me, whom I did not want, so called the steward again and explained that it was food, not drink, that I required. The waiters are all Indians from Goa.  
-Abusy but delightful Xmas Day was over. + 
-Mouldy. +The afternoon passed quietly, and then about 5 o'clock we gathered round on the promenade deck to see the childrens xmas tree. Santa Claus came aboard and distributed books and torches, pocket knives and dolls, and other toys to the 32 children aboard. These were all supplied by the ship's Captain Hartley. The children then played games with Santa Claus. 
-day, however, the sea calmed down, and the ft. of water, sloping down to 9 ft. The + 
-Trit'z practically always some folks enjoy +We dressed for dinner, and then went down to the saloon. Here the Christmas spirit was abroad. Large paper caps for all and bon-bons on the tables. Again we had traditional Christmas fare, roast pork, plum puddings, mince pies, and a host of other delicacies. During dinner, tiny streamers were distributed. These the diners used to loop themselves together, and then to loop the neighbouring tables in with them also.  
-+ 
-- 18 - +Dinner and all its fun being over, we retired for coffee in the lounge, and then, as the carpet had been taken up from the centre of the room, we danced to the boat's splendid orchestra. The floor was, I think, the best I ever danced on. Dancing finished at midnight, when all retired to bed, tired but happy! 
-EASTER HOLIDAY TRIP, 1933. (From the Diary of Chas Pryde), + 
-THURSDAY, 13th3 APRIL. - Left home at 4.45 p.m0 with about a 40-lb pack. Great crowds about in streets and the station was thronged with people carrying suitoaser,packs etc. The majority of the Bushwalkers seemed to be there and there was great running about looking for members of the various parties. Our lot - W & P. Roots, W & E. McQueen, Peter & Ray besides myself got together. Terrible jam in train (6.12) which started some minutes late. Everybody however, seemed to get in and we took spells of standing and sitting. At Katoomba the train almost emptied and the station was crowded with people arriving and those looking for friends. Nally Root- 1.nd T weighed our packs, he had 42 ibs and I, 48 lbs. Our party went to a restaurant and had a good meal at which Roots made a nano for himself, much to the amusement of the waitress who, apparently, is not accustomed to hungry BushwalkersWhile going along Katoomba St., Ray slipped and fell rather heavily on her knee. Good walk out to Narrow Neck under a glorious moon and camped at head of swamp just above Diamond Falls. There was a cold, bleak wind and all complainedbf cold in the morning although we all slept fairly well0 +A busy but delightful Xmas Day was over. 
-FRIDAY, 14th0 - Got a start on about 7 a.m. and went for a couple of miles to a gully where we saw Joe Perritt of M.T.C. and had breakfast there. Quite a number of parties passed us there, among them Wiff and two others going for a fortnightls prospecting trip round about the Mouins. They had loads of about 60 lbs. each. Made a good trip out to Glen Raphael where we saw Taro and after a halt of an ho-t= or so, when we inspected some of his newest gadgets, went on to the end of Clear Bill and had lunchTaro started to put up his wire ladder down the och!.mney while we took the longer but safer route by Duncan'Pass under the cliffs. We found a pack which apparently had fallen over the oliffs about Christmas, as we judged by the newspapers wrapped round some of the articles it contained. There was much speculation about the awnership,etc. Some of "Tho Bushlanders" who had passed LB while we were at lunch were in a bad way, as they were crocking up on the rough work on the pass. We got well down into Medlow Gap and made camp in a snug little spot but a long way from water. Had a nice fire at night but Walter and Edith went to bed early as the latter had a bad headache. Wally & Peter went ofirto investigate a light seen through the trees and after a good while cane back and reported that they had been chasing the rising moon. + 
-SATURDAY, 15th0 - Did not get a start on until about 11 a.m. as all slept well and we had a long way to go for water, and then made our way round the foot of Mounts Mauin &Warrigal where we lunched. Very poor country about here - trees Small and stunted - there is a great mixture of rock-sandstone, conglomerate and up-ended shale with occasional patches of gravelly quarts. Started off again over Knightly Deck. Wally Roots and I blazed a trail in both directions dawn Blue Dog Range to the Cox River about 2 miles below Breakfast Creek. We saw same fresh foot marks and wonderedwho had been through before use Just below Knight'Deck we came an a magnificent lookout which we name& "Birtts Lookout" as 107 had been the first on to it. From here down to the river was very steep and slippery, but a lot easier to go down than it would be to climb up. All got safely to the bottom about 5030 p.m0 and made camp an a level stretch under the casuarinas. Qn the way we saw little wild life except a few wallabies and birds. It was a nice quiet night and we sat round the fire until 10 p.m. and turned in for a good sleep. +//Mouldy.// 
-SUNDAY, 16th. - Broke camp at 9 a.m. and started up the Cox in good form. Just beyond Breakfast Creek we cane on Paddy and Mrs. Pallia with a party and we had a great yarn about our respective doings. They had followed us dawn to Medlaw Gap, but had got an earlier start yesterday than we did and it was their footprints we had seen. From Knight'Deck they had come dawn a different spur which had + 
--19- + 
-landed them on Breakfast Creek. One of their party had been on the lookout for the pack as it belonged to a friend of his and recovered 30/- and some other odds and ends. What a blow that we did not go through it systematically. It had fallen over the cliffs and the owner could not find it. Paddy's party had 2 dozen double-yolked eggs!! +=====EASTER HOLIDAY TRIP, 1933===== 
-We pushed on to Harry'River for lunch and while at it the Pallin Party and Joe Perritt passed us. We left the packs at the Junction and went up the Canyon light. Got a few photos but although the light was splendid the gorge is so high and narrow that it is impossible to get a good pictue. On towards Little River we passed a great many dead cows which fairly hummed. Met Skeen and a mate shifting cattle down the river and had a yarn. Wally Root had met him several times while he was on his holidays a few weeks ago0 Ray's knee was giving her trouble but she stuck out the walking well. At Little River, on Peter's recommendation, we went up about a mile and got a wonderful camping ground - plenty of wood, good water easily gat, and shelterea. All were glad to get the packs off and we soon had our dinner well on the way. Had a fine fire at night and got our boots & sooks driedout. There were 3.21- pair socks hanging on a pole. Turned in about 9.30 p.m. +====From the Diary of Chas Pryde==== 
-MONDAY, 17th- All up about 6.15 a.m. as I made a big noise with a billy stick. All revelled in a good bath with nice sparkling water running over granite rocks. Left camp at 9.15 and made good time to the Junction and then started leisurely up Black Jerry'Ridge. Skeen caught us on horseback and stayed with us for a long time and at various places pointed out land marks. At the top he gave us a demonstration of fire lighting and presented Wally with his flint, steel and tinder. Perritt caught us up again. Ray's knee was giving her a lot of trouble. Had lunch at Megalong Creek where a) me of the Bushlanders passed us again. There were quite a number of parties in Megalong. Started off again at 2 p.m. and made up the "Devil'Hole" which was new to all of us. Discussion on the merits of Nellie'Glen and here, and all agreed that the Hole was the best way up. It's rougher but for most of the way up is not so steep except for the fikal pinch which is pretty bad. Sat on the rooks at the top and admired the splendid views. We ohang,edd into our home going clothes at the reservoirs. Made for a pub in Katoomba where a beer went tiown well. Then there was a raid on a cake shop where pies and cakes were procured and then some fruit and so to the station. Got settled very comfortably in a train which left Katoomba at 5010 and had a good run to Sydney where the party broke up. All enjoyed the trip. The various parties pulled well together and we had wonderful weather throughout. + 
-THE RISE AND DECLINE OF THE BEGEMILKERS. +**THURSDAY, 13th APRIL**\\  
-By Historioa. +Left home at 4.45 p.with about a 40lb (18kg) pack. Great crowds about in streets and the station was thronged with people carrying suitcases, packs etc. The majority of the Bushwalkers seemed to be there and there was great running about looking for members of the various parties.  
-I was unfortunately not in Australia when the Sydney BushwalkersClub was founded, but various faithful reports were given to me on my return and there is no doubt that in its inception its members were serious and earnest in outlook. + 
-ano a& i made a big noise with a billy & stick. ______, _ ucxv z:L  +Our lot - W & P. Roots, W & E. McQueen, Peter & Ray besides myself got together. Terrible jam in train (6.12pm) which started some minutes late. Everybody however, seemed to get in and we took spells of standing and sitting. At Katoomba the train almost emptied and the station was crowded with people arriving and those looking for friends.  
-All revelled in a good bath with nice sparkling water running over granite rocks. Left camp at 9.15 and made good tine to the Junction and then started leisurely up Black Jerry's Ridge. Skeen caught us on horseback and stayed with us for a long time and at various places pointed out land marks. At the top he gave us a demonstration of fire lighting and presented Wally with his flint,steel and tinder. Perritt caught us up again. Ray's knee was giving her a lot of trouble. Had lunch at Megalong Creek where tome of the Bushlanders passed us again. There were quite a number of parties in Megalong. Started off again at 2 p.m, and made up the "Devil's Hole" which was new to all off us. Discussion on the merits of Nellie's Glen and here, and all agreed that the Hole was the best way up. It's rougher but for most of the way up is not so steep except for the filial pinch which is pretty bad. Sat on the rooks at the top and admired the splendid views. We change& into our home going clotheu at the reservoirs. Made for a pub in Katoomba where a beer went down well. Then there was a raid on a cake shop where pies and cakes were procured land then some fruit and so to the station. Got settled very comfortably in a train which left Katoomba at 5.10 and had a good run to Sydney where the party broke up. All enjoyed the trip. The various parties pulled well together and we had wonderful weather throughout. + 
-THE RISE AND DECLINE OF THE BUSHWALKERS. +Wally Roots and I weighed our packs, he had 42 lbs (19kgs) and I, 48 lbs (21.7kgs). Our party went to a restaurant and had a good meal at which Roots made a name for himself, much to the amusement of the waitress who, apparently, is not accustomed to hungry BushwalkersWhile going along Katoomba St., Ray slipped and fell rather heavily on her knee. Good walk out to Narrowneck under a glorious moon and camped at head of swamp just above Diamond Falls. There was a cold, bleak wind and all complained of cold in the morning although we all slept fairly well. 
-By Historica. + 
-was unfortunately not in Australia when the Sydney Bushwalkers' Club was founded, but various faithful reports Were given to me on my return and there ie no doubt that in its inception its members were serious and earnest in outlook. It was probably for this reason that they chose the Flannel Flower for their badge, the white blossom of a pure and blameless life, which was to cause them so much concern when it was afterwards taken by a certain religious body as the symbol for MothersDay. +**FRIDAY, 14th APRIL**\\  
-Although their numbers were few, their thoughts, manners and actions were widely known and noted and their fame very soon became firmly established. One story alone will suffice. Certainhoan-aerious'hikers - the sort usually termed "hoikers" were engaged on a motoring-hiking-camping tour. They had left the oar behind and set forth for a short amble taking umbrellas with them, because +Got a start on about 7 a.m. and went for a couple of miles to a gully where we saw Joe Perritt of MTC (Mountain Trails Club) and had breakfast there. Quite a number of parties passed us there, among them Wiff and two others going for a fortnight’s prospecting trip round about the Mouins. They had loads of about 60 lbs (27kg). each. Made a good trip out to Glenraphael where we saw Taro and after a halt of an hour or so, when we inspected some of his newest gadgets, went on to the end of Clear Hill and had lunch.  
-it was starting to drizzle. In a short while they perceived a party of true blue he-man hikers approaching in the opposite direction. They were dressed in shorts and had business-like rainoapes draped over timer enormous packs, and as they + 
-drew nearer the Flannel Flower badge marked them as being of the famous Bushwalkers Immediately this was perceived, "the hoikere, who were, I fear, rather wags, ostentatiously erected their umbrellas and marched forward like Macbeth's enemies under the trees of Burnham Wood. At once the bushwalkers began beating their chests and chanting, *Bushwakkeri Bustrwakkerl Bushwakkerl" - at least that is what it sounded like to the uMbrellabearers+Taro started to put up his wire ladder down the chimney while we took the longer but safer route by Duncans Pass under the cliffs. We found a pack which apparently had fallen over the cliffs about Christmas, as we judged by the newspapers wrapped round some of the articles it contained. There was much speculation about the ownership, etc. Some of "The Bushlanders" who had passed us while we were at lunch were in a bad way, as they were cracking up on the rough work on the pass. We got well down into Medlow Gap and made camp in a snug little spot but a long way from water. Had a nice fire at night but Walter and Edith went to bed early as the latter had a bad headache. Wally & Peter went off to investigate a light seen through the trees and after a good while came back and reported that they had been chasing the rising moon. 
-When the two parties met, the leader of the Bushwalkers ceased beating his chest, put a severe frown upon his face and spoke forth: "Waterfall 9.15 a.m., south east 8 miles, north west 5 miles, south 4 degrees west 2 miles, making for + 
--20 - +**SATURDAY, 15th March**\\  
-Audley north six degrees west Ili- miles, thence Bundeena direction not yet chartedAll this information was a long way above the headsbof the umbrella-bearers, but it made a profound impression upon them none the less-, and the story of the Bushwalkers' prowess went down in historyLater, a certain Miss Smith was +Did not get a start on until about 11 a.m. as all slept well and we had a long way to go for water, and then made our way round the foot of Mt Mouin and Mt Warrigal where we lunched. Very poor country about here - trees small and stunted - there is a great mixture of rock sandstone, conglomerate and up-ended shale with occasional patches of gravelly quartz. Started off again over Knights Deck. Wally Roots and I blazed a trail in both directions down Blue Dog Range to the Cox River about 2 miles below Breakfast Creek. We saw same fresh foot marks and wondered who had been through before us. 
-attendng the theatre in the company of one of the umbrella-bearers and chancing to look over the heads of those in front, she remarked pleasantly: "Why, I do believe that that is a party of Bushwalkers dawn there." Her companion replied, "Well you can easily tell 'Walk down the aisle beating your chest and chanting, itushwakkert Bushwakkerl" If they greet you as a familiar friend, you will know you are right If they run you into a lunatic asylum, you will know you are wrong," + 
-I quote this little incident just to show you haw great was the fame and wonder of the early Bushwalkers. It is sad to relate that the seriousness of the pioneers was not followed faithfully in after years when walking became only one of the minor functions of the Club, subservient entirely to the major ones of camping, cooking, eating and bathing. It is true that certain members still went for strenuous tramps carrying enormous packs, but these were the exceptiont and they no longer beat their chests proudly or frowned forth the day ls achievements. For the rest, every outing usually resolved itself into a camp with intervals for cooking, bathing and, of course, eating. Whatever else the Bushwalkers could not do, they could cook!and literally hours would be spent round the frying pan and billy. Then in the evening the camp fire would be enlarged and they would all lounge round it listening to various members singing haw they were happy when they were hiking, or reciting about doggies with spladgy paws. Very, very late at night they would retire to their tents, and very, very late in the morning they would arises and again would commence the usual round of cooking, eating and swimming. +Just below Knights Deck we came an a magnificent lookout which we named "Birts Lookout" as Ray had been the first on to it. From here down to the river was very steep and slippery, but a lot easier to go down than it would be to climb up. All got safely to the bottom about 5.30 p.and made camp an a level stretch under the casuarinas. On the way we saw little wild life except a few wallabies and birds. It was a nice quiet night and we sat round the fire until 10 p.m. and turned in for a good sleep. 
-One of their poets, Dawns by name, inspired and saddened, like Byron, by the Decline of4oble People, wrote a tragic ode of which the concluding verse ran as follows:- + 
-"Place me on Era's rocky steep, +**SUNDAY, 16th March**\\  
-Where nought beside the waves and I +Broke camp at 9 a.m. and started up the Cox in good form. Just beyond Breakfast Creek we came on Paddy and Mrs. Pallin with a party and we had a great yarn about our respective doings. They had followed us down to Medlow Gap, but had got an earlier start yesterday than we did and it was their footprints we had seen. From Knights Deck they had come down a different spur which had landed them on Breakfast Creek. One of their party had been on the lookout for the pack as it belonged to a friend of his and recovered 30/- and some other odds and ends. What a blow that we did not go through it systematically. It had fallen over the cliffs and the owner could not find it. Paddy's party had 2 dozen double-yolked eggs!! 
-May hear our mutual murmurs weep. + 
-There swanlike let me sing and diet +We pushed on to Harrys (Jenolan) River for lunch and while at it the Pallin Party and Joe Perritt passed us. We left the packs at the Junction and went up the Canyon light. Got a few photos but although the light was splendid the gorge is so high and narrow that it is impossible to get a good picture. On towards Little River we passed a great many dead cows which fairly hummed. Met Skeen and a mate shifting cattle down the river and had a yarn. Wally Root had met him several times while he was on his holidays a few weeks ago. Ray's knee was giving her trouble but she stuck out the walking well.  
-And Club of cooks accursed shall bet + 
-Dash down you frying pan and teal" +At Little River, on Peter's recommendation, we went up about a mile and got a wonderful camping ground - plenty of wood, good water easily got, and sheltered. All were glad to get the packs off and we soon had our dinner well on the way. Had a fine fire at night and got our boots and socks dried out. There were 12.5 pairs of socks hanging on a pole. Turned in about 9.30 p.m. 
-. . . + 
-ON THE SHDALHAVEN.+**MONDAY, 17th March** - All up about 6.15 a.m. as I made a big noise with a billy and stick. All revelled in a good bath with nice sparkling water running over granite rocks. Left camp at 9.15 am and made good time to the Junction and then started leisurely up Black Jerrys Ridge. Skeen caught us on horseback and stayed with us for a long time and at various places pointed out land marks. At the top he gave us a demonstration of fire lighting and presented Wally with his flint, steel and tinder. Perritt caught us up again. Ray's knee was giving her a lot of trouble. Had lunch at Megalong Creek where some of the Bushlanders passed us again. There were quite a number of parties in Megalong.  
 + 
 +Started off again at 2 p.m. and made up the "Devils Hole" which was new to all of us. Discussion on the merits of Nellies Glen and here, and all agreed that the Hole was the best way up. It's rougher but for most of the way up is not so steep except for the final pinch which is pretty bad. Sat on the rooks at the top and admired the splendid views. We changed into our home going clothes at the reservoirs. Made for a pub in Katoomba where a beer went down well. Then there was a raid on a cake shop where pies and cakes were procured and then some fruit and so to the station. Got settled very comfortably in a train which left Katoomba at 5.10pm and had a good run to Sydney where the party broke up. All enjoyed the trip. The various parties pulled well together and we had wonderful weather throughout. 
 + 
 +======THE RISE AND DECLINE OF THE BUSHWALKERS====== 
 +//By Historica// 
 + 
 +I was unfortunately not in Australia when the Sydney Bushwalkers Club was founded, but various faithful reports were given to me on my return and there is no doubt that in its inception its members were serious and earnest in outlook. 
 + 
 +It was probably for this reason that they chose the Flannel Flower for their badge, the white blossom of a pure and blameless life, which was to cause them so much concern when it was afterwards taken by a certain religious body as the symbol for Mothers Day. 
 + 
 +Although their numbers were few, their thoughts, manners and actions were widely known and noted and their fame very soon became firmly established. One story alone will suffice. Certain non-serious hikers - the sort usually termed "hoikers" were engaged on a motoring-hiking-camping tour. They had left the oar behind and set forth for a short amble taking umbrellas with them, because it was starting to drizzle. In a short while they perceived a party of true blue he-man hikers approaching in the opposite direction. They were dressed in shorts and had business-like raincapes draped over their enormous packs, and as they drew nearer the Flannel Flower badge marked them as being of the famous BushwalkersImmediately this was perceived, "the hoikers”, who were, I fear, rather wags, ostentatiously erected their umbrellas and marched forward like Macbeth's enemies under the trees of Burnham Wood. At once the bushwalkers began beating their chests and chanting, *Bushwakker! Bustrwakker! Bushwakker!" - at least that is what it sounded like to the umbrella-bearers. 
 + 
 +When the two parties met, the leader of the Bushwalkers ceased beating his chest, put a severe frown upon his face and spoke forth: "Waterfall 9.15 a.m., south east 8 miles, north west 5 miles, south 4 degrees west 2 and 3/4 miles, making for Audley north six degrees west Il and 1/2 miles, thence Bundeena direction not yet charted. All this information was a long way above the heads of the umbrella-bearers, but it made a profound impression upon them none the less, and the story of the Bushwalkers' prowess went down in history.  
 + 
 +Later, a certain Miss Smith was attendng the theatre in the company of one of the umbrella-bearers and chancing to look over the heads of those in front, she remarked pleasantly: "Why, I do believe that that is a party of Bushwalkers down there." Her companion replied, "Well you can easily tell 'Walk down the aisle beating your chest and chanting, Bushwakker, Bushwakker" If they greet you as a familiar friend, you will know you are rightIf they run you into a lunatic asylum, you will know you are wrong," 
 + 
 +I quote this little incident just to show you haw great was the fame and wonder of the early Bushwalkers. It is sad to relate that the seriousness of the pioneers was not followed faithfully in after years when walking became only one of the minor functions of the Club, subservient entirely to the major ones of camping, cooking, eating and bathing.  
 + 
 +It is true that certain members still went for strenuous tramps carrying enormous packs, but these were the exception and they no longer beat their chests proudly or frowned forth the day’s achievements. For the rest, every outing usually resolved itself into a camp with intervals for cooking, bathing and, of course, eating. Whatever else the Bushwalkers could not do, they could cook! and literally hours would be spent round the frying pan and billy.  
 + 
 +Then in the evening the camp fire would be enlarged and they would all lounge round it listening to various members singing how they were happy when they were hiking, or reciting about doggies with spladgy paws. Very, very late at night they would retire to their tents, and very, very late in the morning they would arise and again would commence the usual round of cooking, eating and swimming. 
 + 
 +One of their poets, Dawrie by name, inspired and saddened, like Byron, by the Decline of noble People, wrote a tragic ode of which the concluding verse ran as follows:- 
 + 
 +"Place me on Era's rocky steep,\\  
 +Where nought beside the waves and I\\  
 +May hear our mutual murmurs weep.\\  
 +There swanlike let me sing and diet\\  
 +And Club of cooks accursed shall bet\\  
 +Dash down you frying pan and tea!\\  
 + 
 +======ON THE SHOALHAVEN======
 It strikes me that a representative of nearly every Easter trip has sent in a write-up so, as none of the other Bargers has had the time, energy or whatnot (as our friend Mouldy would say) I suppose it's up to me to say what we did and where we went. It strikes me that a representative of nearly every Easter trip has sent in a write-up so, as none of the other Bargers has had the time, energy or whatnot (as our friend Mouldy would say) I suppose it's up to me to say what we did and where we went.
-In the first place, we were honoured by the presence of the Club's President in the party, but did you ever see a less "presiding" person on a trip than Cliff? Ask anyone who saw him walking along those last 11-16-18-20 miles into Nowra, attired (among other things) in bright blue Books and a red beret, not to mention a "housemaid's knee." + 
-Of course, on Easter Thursday night the Railway authorities excelled themselves as regards travelling arrangements, causing one of our members to desert us in favour of Vic Thorsen 's party - but never mind, our number was increased by an uninvited but very welcome additbn - one "Bunda", short for "Bundanoon" where this +In the first place, we were honoured by the presence of the Club's President in the party, but did you ever see a less "presiding" person on a trip than Cliff? Ask anyone who saw him walking along those last 14-16-18-20 miles into Nowra, attired (among other things) in bright blue socks and a red beret, not to mention a "housemaid's knee." 
--21 - + 
-little four-legged chappie joined us right at the start. It really izflde us Bush- walkers feel a bit ashame& to see what a small amount of food he seemed to need +Of course, on Easter Thursday night the Railway authorities excelled themselves as regards traveling arrangements, causing one of our members to desert us in favour of Vic Thorsen 's party - but never mind, our number was increased by an uninvited but very welcome addition - one "Bunda", short for "Bundanoon"where this little four-legged chappie joined us right at the start. It really made us Bushwalkers feel a bit ashamed to see what a small amount of food he seemed to need (yes, Phil, including your canned horse), and Jove, he was game on the "rough stuff". Those slides of Tom and Harold's give a very good idea of the scenery round the Bundanoon Creek, Kangaroo River and Shoalhaven area and are much more expressive than any words of mine. 
-(yes, Phil, including your canned horse), and Jove, he was game on the "rough stuff". Those slides of Tom and Harold's give a very good idea of the scenery round the Blundanoon Creek, Kangaroo River and Shoalhaven area and are much more expressive than any words of mine. + 
-The weather was glorious, and so were some of the sandy beaches on the river - we took every opportunity to bathe and sunbake. As frequently happens, we had no map with Ws but that only added a blissful uncertainty to the many other attractions.+ 
 +The weather was glorious, and so were some of the sandy beaches on the river - we took every opportunity to bathe and sunbake. As frequently happens, we had no map with us but that only added a blissful uncertainty to the many other attractions. 
 We killed a large death adder on Bundanoon Creek, but did not see a single black snake on the Shoalhaven, where they usually abound. We killed a large death adder on Bundanoon Creek, but did not see a single black snake on the Shoalhaven, where they usually abound.
-We left the river at Yalwal Creek on Easter Sunday morning and went up the ridge and finally on to an old road through GrassyGully, where we had a look at the quartz-crushing plant with which a family of optimists hope to make their fortune in gold. We rejoined the Shoalhaven that night and camped not far from Burriar. Next day we had a long hot walk on the road into Nowra, delightfully relieved on one occasion by glasses of milk ad lib. at the ideal dairy farm - "Darrenjelle - about 10 miles from our destination. One hears of the hospitality of country folks - here we experienced it in full - long may they prosper;+ 
 +We left the river at Yalwal Creek on Easter Sunday morning and went up the ridge and finally on to an old road through Grassy Gully, where we had a look at the quartz-crushing plant with which a family of optimists hope to make their fortune in gold.  
 + 
 +We rejoined the Shoalhaven that night and camped not far from Burriar. Next day we had a long hot walk on the road into Nowra, delightfully relieved on one occasion by glasses of milk ad lib. at the ideal dairy farm - "Barrenjella - about 10 miles from our destination. One hears of the hospitality of country folks - here we experienced it in full - long may they prosper
 The end of the story is just sun, dust, road and more dust, plus thirst and a few blisters, and the final tragedy - the loss of our little pal "Bunda" who bolted when he got into civilization again - not that I blame him, but his gain is our loss. The end of the story is just sun, dust, road and more dust, plus thirst and a few blisters, and the final tragedy - the loss of our little pal "Bunda" who bolted when he got into civilization again - not that I blame him, but his gain is our loss.
-Brenda White+//Brenda White//
-SOCIAL NOTES. +
-We have rarely had a more enjoyable talk than that which was given us by Mr. A.J. (Jock) Marshall, on the 20th. April last. We were glad to welcome Jock along and are looking forward to his next appearance with pleasure and interest +
-April the 29th. was for the many Boat Race Day, but for the "Bushwalkers" it was Austens' Party. All those who were there - well, they know what a good time they had - and as for those that weren't, we won't rub it in by telling them what an enjoyable time they missed. Suffice it to say that the Blue Gum Forest is now a fully paid up purchase, and entirely free of debt. Bravo! Bushwalkersi +
-The Social Secretary had left May 19th. free, for a dance and frolic at the Club Rooms and despite the deluge that persisted, over 50 members turned up to trip the light fantastic and to see if they could forget how wet it well outside. +
-May the 26th. will be memorable among Bushwalkers as an entertaining evening +
-during which they listened to Tom Herbert telling of his and Harold Chardon's recent canoe trip down the Shoalhaven River. Harold supported Tom ably;'he projected on to the screen a truly comprehensive pictorial account of the trip - proceeds of both their cameras. Those of us who have been on the Shoalhaven were impressed again end again with the rugged beauty of that lovely Gorge. +
-A little bird - not so little either -whispered to me that Bushwalkers may be seeing pictures of another Canoe trip very soon. This time down the Kawmung. +
-Now that these Canoeists have been down nearly all the rivers, I would very much like +
-to suggest that they Canoe up the next one for a change. I am sure it would be ever +
-so much harder work and very likely much more thrilling. Also I would like to tell Tom and Harold that the really latest and best way of catching a duck, is in a hat a la Dunk. +
--22 - +
-The first S.B.W. Dance of the 1933 Season was a glorious success. The +
-pretty Ballroom of the Arts Club is a very good setting for such functions and the many beautiful frocks of the girls helped to make a very pleasing scene. All were, as usual at Bushwalker Dances, in the mood to get the best possible out of the evening, and a matter for congratulation is that the attendance was one of the largest we have had for a very long time. That grasping Social Seo. of yours Will have a little more cash to add to the account in consequence. +
-We he congratulate our friend "Griff" (Miss E. Griffiths) on her being able to get back again to the Club on Friday evenings. We hope to see her standing an her awn two feet again - that is without the need of support. It has been a long 4 months for "Griff" and not exactly exciting. +
-Our congratulations are extended very sincerely to Joe and Kath Turner on the recent addition to their Home and Hearth. We hope to be allowed the privilege very soon of making the acquaintance of Elizabeth Jay. Long life and happiness to her are our wishes. +
-We were surprised and pleased to see Albert Crandon - a very old one-time member and his wife - an old friend of the Bnshwalkers - in the Club Rooms an Friday last. We would like to see then there more often0 We value our old members and friends. +
-Don't neglect the 5th0 Annual Sports Day. Como and see how fast you can boil the billy (The Social Sec. will be only too glad to use the water) and run +
-. round in circles and other entertaining.things. It has been rumoured that uGriff" intends competing for the three-legged race on her awn. Como and see what you can do against her. July 1st. and 2nd0 are the auspicious dates and +
-we are looking forward to a large roll up. +
-The Social Secretary wishes Members to bear in mind the forthcoming First Annual Bushwalkerst Ball to be held at Hordern Bros. Ballroom an Thursday, July the 27th. Tickets will be available at 6/6d. each from the Social Secretary in a fortnight. +
-Rene D. Browne, +
-Social Secretary. +
-Our Social activities are extending further afield and so Walks have been arranged with the Hiking Club of Sydney and The Mountain Trails Club. The first on 9th. and 10th. September, to Lilyvale, starting from Bundeena via Marley, Garb e and Era, the leader for the week-end being Mouldy. A party led by Vie. Thorsen will leave an Sunday and join the campers. +
-The Mountain Trails Club joint walk will be led by Myles Dunphy and will take place on the 16th. and 17th. September - Way Woy to Mt. Patonga. +
-It is hoped that many will turn up an these walks and meet the members of our Companion Clubs. +
-Ed.+
  
 +=====SOCIAL NOTES=====
 +
 +We have rarely had a more enjoyable talk than that which was given us by Mr. A.J. (Jock) Marshall, on the **20th April last.** We were glad to welcome Jock along and are looking forward to his next appearance with pleasure and interest.
 +
 +**April the 29th** was for the many, Boat Race Day, but for the "Bushwalkers" it was Austens' Party. All those who were there - well, they know what a good time they had - and as for those that weren't, we won't rub it in by telling them what an enjoyable time they missed. Suffice it to say that the Blue Gum Forest is now a fully paid up purchase, and entirely free of debt. Bravo! Bushwalkers!
 +
 +The Social Secretary had left **May 19th free**, for a dance and frolic at the Club Rooms and despite the deluge that persisted, over 50 members turned up to trip the light fantastic and to see if they could forget how wet it was outside.
 +
 +**May the 26th** will be memorable among Bushwalkers as an entertaining evening
 +during which they listened to Tom Herbert telling of his and Harold Chardon's recent canoe trip down the Shoalhaven River. Harold supported Tom ably; he projected on to the screen a truly comprehensive pictorial account of the trip - proceeds of both their cameras. Those of us who have been on the Shoalhaven were impressed again end again with the rugged beauty of that lovely Gorge.
 +
 +A little bird - not so little either - whispered to me that Bushwalkers may be seeing pictures of another Canoe trip very soon. This time down the Kowmung. Now that these Canoeists have been down nearly all the rivers, I would very much like to suggest that they Canoe up the next one for a change. I am sure it would be ever so much harder work and very likely much more thrilling. Also I would like to tell Tom and Harold that the really latest and best way of catching a duck, is in a hat a la Dunk.
 +
 +The first SBW Dance of the 1933 Season was a glorious success. The pretty Ballroom of the Arts Club is a very good setting for such functions and the many beautiful frocks of the girls helped to make a very pleasing scene. All were, as usual at Bushwalker Dances, in the mood to get the best possible out of the evening, and a matter for congratulation is that the attendance was one of the largest we have had for a very long time. That grasping Social Secretary of yours will have a little more cash to add to the account in consequence.
 +
 +We heartily congratulate our friend "Griff" (Miss E. Griffiths) on her being able to get back again to the Club on Friday evenings. We hope to see her standing on her own two feet again - that is without the need of support. It has been a long 4 months for "Griff" and not exactly exciting.
 +
 +Our congratulations are extended very sincerely to Joe and Kath Turner on the recent addition to their Home and Hearth. We hope to be allowed the privilege very soon of making the acquaintance of Elizabeth Joy. Long life and happiness to her are our wishes.
 +
 +We were surprised and pleased to see Albert Crandon - a very old one-time member and his wife - an old friend of the Bushwalkers - in the Club Rooms on Friday last. We would like to see them there more often. We value our old members and friends.
 +
 +Don't neglect the 5th Annual Sports Day. Come and see how fast you can boil the billy (The Social Secretary will be only too glad to use the water) and run round in circles and other entertaining things. It has been rumoured that “Griff" intends competing for the three-legged race on her own. Come and see what you can do against her. July 1st and 2nd are the auspicious dates and we are looking forward to a large roll up.
 +
 +The Social Secretary wishes Members to bear in mind the forthcoming First Annual Bushwalkers’ Ball to be held at Hordern Bros. Ballroom an Thursday, July the 27th. Tickets will be available at 6/6d. each from the Social Secretary in a fortnight.
 +//Rene D. Browne//
 +//Social Secretary//
 +
 +
 +Our Social activities are extending further afield and so Walks have been arranged with the Hiking Club of Sydney and The Mountain Trails Club. The first on 9th and 10th September, to Lilyvale, starting from Bundeena via Marley, Garie and Era, the leader for the weekend being Mouldy. A party led by Vic Thorsen will leave on Sunday and join the campers.
 +
 +The Mountain Trails Club joint walk will be led by Myles Dunphy and will take place on the 16th and 17th September - Woy Woy to Mt. Patonga.
 +
 +It is hoped that many will turn up an these walks and meet the members of our Companion Clubs.
 +//Ed.//
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