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-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER''
+====== THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER ======
-A Journal devoted to matters of interest to Members of
-the Sydney Bush Walkers, Sydney, New South Wales.
+A Journal devoted to matters of interest to members of the Sydney Bush Walkers, Sydney, New South Wales.
-No. 153	October 1933.
-Publishing Committee:
+No. 153	October 1933
-Misses Brenda White, (Editor ), Marjorie Hill,
-Dorothy Lawry, Rene Browne and Mr. Myles Dunphy.
+__Publishing Committee:__
-EDITORIAL
-The weather gods certainly did not seem to be on our side at Eight Hour Week-end, but from what I have since learned, all the parties that went out enjoyed themselves, in spite of it being "very wet and windy" for the official party on the heights, and "very wet but not so windy" for those who followed rivers. I have it on the authority of two Bargers that Breakfast Creek was actually flowing into the Cox, and so was Galong Creek - I nearly had my slippers washed off crossing it.
+Misses Brenda White (Editor), Marjorie Hill, Dorothy Lawry, Rene Browne and Mr Myles Dunphy.
-Now our thoughts will be turning towards the Christmas holidays as the next spell, but before then, one of the most important events of the Club year will take place - the 6th. Annual Concert an 1st. November. Preparations
-and rehearsals are the order of the day (and night), to the exclusion of literary pursuits, so several promised contributions for this issue have failed to materialise. Jean Austen has definitely promised the third and last spasm of "Barrington Tops" for the Christmas Number.
+===== Editorial =====
+The weather gods certainly did not seem to be on our side at Eight Hour Weekend, but from what I have since learned, all the parties that went out enjoyed themselves, in spite of it being "very wet and windy" for the official party on the heights, and "very wet but not so windy" for those who followed rivers. I have it on the authority of two Bargers that Breakfast Creek was actually flowing into the Cox, and so was Galong Creek - I nearly had my slippers washed off crossing it.
+Now our thoughts will be turning towards the Christmas holidays as the next spell, but before then, one of the most important events of the club year will take place - the 6th annual concert on 1st November. Preparations
+and rehearsals are the order of the day (and night), to the exclusion of literary pursuits, so several promised contributions for this issue have failed to materialise. Jean Austen has definitely promised the third and last spasm of "Barrington Tops" for the Christmas number.
 Jack Debert's article, "Gone Bush", was only received by me a week after the August issue was published, but is included this time.
-The latest news from Bill Purnell is that he is climbing mountains in
-Switzerland - he has sent me several articles, written on board the "Ville d'Amiens" on the way to Marseilles, which you will find in this issue.
-By the way, Bill will not be here for the next Swimming Carnival, so who is going to take his place as champion?
-FILMMG MOUNT WELLINGTON.
-During the first week of August two years ago, our Club members received a special "summons" from the Secretary. The Government Tourist Bureau, in conjunction with the Hobart City Council, arranged for cinema pictures to be taken showing the sport of Ski-ing on Mt.Wellington, and had enlisted the help of the Hobart Walking Club.
-Sunday the Ninth turned out a beautifully fine day, and the Mountain was
-"THE	SYDNEY  BUSHWA,LICER1'
-A Journal devoted to matters of interest to Members of
-the Sydney Bush Walkers, Sydney, New Sc:uth Wales.
-No. 15.	October 1933.
-Publishing Committee:
-Misses Brenda White, (Editor), Marjorie Hill, Dorothy Lawry, Rene Browne and Mr. Myles Dunphy.
-EDITORIAL
-The weather gods certainly did not seem to be on our side at Eight Hour Week-end, but from what I have since learned, all the parties that went out enjoyed themselves, in spite of it being "very wet and windy" for the official party on the heights, and "very wet but not so windy" for those who followed rivers. I have it on the authority of two Bargers that Breakfast Creek was actually flawing into the Cox, and so was Galong Creek - I nearly had my slippers washed off crossing it.
-Now our thoughts will be turning towards the Christmas holidays as the next spell, but before then, one of the most important events of the Club year will take place - the 6th. Annual Concert an 1st. November. Preparations and rehearsals are the order of the day (and night), to the exclusion of literary pursuits, so several promised contributions for this issue have failed to materialise. Jean Austen has definitely promised the third and last spasm of "Barrington Tops" for the Christmas Number.
-Jack Debertts article, "Gone Bush", was only received by me a week after the August issue was published, but is included this time.
 The latest news from Bill Purnell is that he is climbing mountains in Switzerland - he has sent me several articles, written on board the "Ville d'Amiens" on the way to Marseilles, which you will find in this issue.
-By the way, Bill will not be here for the next Swimming Carnival, so who is going to take his place as champion?
-FILMING MOUNT WELLINGTON.
+By the way, Bill will not be here for the next swimming carnival, so who is going to take his place as champion?
-During the first week of August two years ago, our Club members received a special "summons" from the Secretary. The Government Tourist Bureau, in oonjunction with the Hobart City Council, arranged for cinema pictures to be taken showing the sport of Ski-ing on MtMellington, and had enlisted the help of the Hobart Walking Club.
-Sunday the Ninth turned out a beautifully fine day, and the Mountain was
+===== Filming Mount Wellington =====
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-At 1205 we set out for the snow regions, leaving our packs behind. We joined the almost steady stream of "traffic" going up. The Mountain is always
+During the first week of August two years ago, our Club members received a special "summons" from the secretary. The government tourist bureau, in conjunction with the Hobart city council, arranged for cinema pictures to be taken showing the sport of skiing on Mt Wellington, and had enlisted the help of the Hobart Walking Club.
-a popular place for walking, during winter week-ends, but on that Sunday there were even more people than usual. It is not every week the Mountain is filmed All Hobart and its wives and families seemed to be abroad.
-It was some way up the Pinnacle Track before we came to the snow which was hard, and consequently slippery. (We don't always have to go so far afield for snow. It is quite usual for the snow to be as law as the Ferntree, on the Mountain, and occasionally, after a heavy fall, the surrounding hills of Hobart are covered. I remember the winter of 1921 when there was such a heavy fall, that in Hobart, and even in the Eastern suburbs, people awoke one morning to a white world.)
+Sunday the ninth turned out a beautifully fine day, and the mountain was
-progress was muc.h slower tooan the Zig !lag. One person slivoinr. on
-the traok ahead would hold-up perhaps a aozen more behind, if there WAS no chance to pass. In a few places the wire hand rail was buried in the snow, and therefore it was difficult to obtain a footing without the wire to pull oneself up by. It was the rule, rather than the exception, to take one step forward, and slip two backwards; One felt compelled to stop occasionally, and look upwards at the Procession of dark moving figures, showing up so clearly against the white background, as they wound their way up the Zig Zag Track.... or to look down at the panorama below,
+At 12:05 we set out for the snow regions, leaving our packs behind. We joined the almost steady stream of "traffic" going up. The mountain is always a popular place for walking, during winter weekends, but on that Sunday there were even more people than usual. It is not every week the mountain is filmed! All Hobart and its wives and families seemed to be abroad.
-There were a number of people coming dawn too, and they always slipped, and clutched at the mire, just as one was finding it necessary to do the same.
-The Ski carriers found it very difficult, as they did not have their hands free, like the rest of us.
+It was some way up the Pinnacle Track before we came to the snow which was hard, and consequently slippery. (We don't always have to go so far a field for snow. It is quite usual for the snow to be as low as the Ferntree, on the mountain, and occasionally, after a heavy fall, the surrounding hills of Hobart are covered. I remember the winter of 1921 when there was such a heavy fall, that in Hobart, and even in the eastern suburbs, people awoke one morning to a white world.)
-We left the Track, and reached the snowy slopes below the Pinnacle about 1 o'clock. There the snow was literally sprinkled with moving figures, and
-sprinkled generously - their bright jumpers, scarves, and berets, of every imaginable colour, looked very effective. Some were an Skis, looking as much
+Progress was much slower too on the Zig Zag. One person slipping on the track ahead would hold-up perhaps a dozen more behind, if there was no chance to pass. In a few places the wire hand rail was buried in the snow, and therefore it was difficult to obtain a footing without the wire to pull oneself up by. It was the rule, rather than the exception, to take one step forward, and slip two backwards! One felt compelled to stop occasionally, and look upwards at the procession of dark moving figures, showing up so clearly against the white background, as they wound their way up the Zig Zag track.... or to look down at the panorama below.
-at home on them as we did on our feet. Others were picking themselves up from the ground, looking quite surprised at their sudden downfall.
-Other parties had Toboggans, and haw I envied them their sports However,
+There were a number of people coming down too, and they always slipped, and clutched at the wire, just as one was finding it necessary to do the same. The ski carriers found it very difficult, as they did not have their hands free, like the rest of us.
-we found it decidedly pleasant to sit on the top of a slope and slide dawn on the seat of our breeches. They were long slopes, and steep, and we invariably rolled over and over at the bottom, just having enough presence of mind left to crawl out of the way, before other figures came hurtling down on top of us.
-The more these slides were used the more they resembled a switchback, with their hollows and bumps. The worst part, of course, was climbing up to the top again, and in the slippery snow that was no easy task. Oh t it was great to watch the
+We left the track, and reached the snowy slopes below the pinnacle about 1 o'clock. There the snow was literally sprinkled with moving figures, and sprinkled generously - their bright jumpers, scarves, and berets, of every imaginable colour, looked very effective. Some were an skis, looking as much at home on them as we did on our feet. Others were picking themselves up from the ground, looking quite surprised at their sudden downfall.
-crowd...Sliding, Tobogganing, Ski-lug over the slopes, and always as a back-
-ground the panorama below, as though it had been painted scenery to set off the figures on the stage
+Other parties had toboggans, and how I envied them their sport! However, we found it decidedly pleasant to sit on the top of a slope and slide dawn on the seat of our breeches. They were long slopes, and steep, and we invariably rolled over and over at the bottom, just having enough presence of mind left to crawl out of the way, before other figures came hurtling down on top of us. The more these slides were used the more they resembled a switchback, with their hollows and bumps. The worst part, of course, was climbing up to the top again, and in the slippery snow that was no easy task. Oh it was great to watch the crowd... sliding, tobogganing, skiing over the slopes, and always as a background the panorama below, as though it had been painted scenery to set off the figures on the stage.
-A few of us left the slopes, and returned to the Track, and went an up to the Pinnacle. There we found the Movie man taking 'long shots'. The view from
-that point, (4166 ft.) is much the same as from the Springs, and even more
+A few of us left the slopes, and returned to the track, and went an up to the pinnacle. There we found the movie man taking 'long shots'. The view from that point (4166 ft) is much the same as from the Springs, and even more extensive. On a clear day it is possible to see as far north as Cradle Mountain. (I won't attempt any more descriptions of the view. You will have to come and see it for yourselves.)
-extensive. On a clear day it is possible to see as far north as Cradle Mtn. (I won't attempt any more descriptions of the view* You will have to come and see it for yourselves.)
-At first, the return trip (or slip?) dawn the Track was more difficult than coming up.	Dozens of people were still going and coming up the track, The snow had been so worn it had became very slippery, the rail was much in use,
+At first, the return trip (or slip?) dawn the track was more difficult than coming up.	Dozens of people were still going and coming up the track. The snow had been so worn it had became very slippery, the rail was much in use, and we would have had to join the queue and take our time behind the others. Most of our comrades were still skiing, so the two or three of us together, decided to take short cuts back to the Springs. We tried one or two short distances first: we simply sat dawn on the side of the track, slid under the wire rail and down the slope till we reached the point where the track crossed again below. I remember we were advised not to do this as "there's no knowing where you'll stop", but having successfully tried the short cuts, we decided to risk the long cuts in the same way. The snow seemed to have an intoxicating effect on one!
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-and we would have had to join the Queue and take our time behind the others, Most of our comrades ,i were still Skiing, so the two or three of us together, decided to take short cuts back to the Springs, We tried one or two short distances first: we simply sat dawn on the side of the track, slid under the wire rail and down the slope till we reached the point where the track crossed again below.	I remember we were advised not to do this as "There's no knowing where you'll stop", but having successfully tried the short cuts, we decided to risk the long cuts in the same way, . The snow seemed to have an intoxicating effect on ones
+As we tore down those slopes, still on the seat of our breeches, we realised how quickly we were travelling, and how difficult it was to pull up. We were only dimly conscious of all the people along the track. It would have been quite easy to "shoot" across the track below, especially where the wire was buried, but we were confident that some of the pedestrians would grab us as we shot across their path! As for the tree trunks, bushes, rocks under the snow, we just didn't think of them. Our last slither was longer, but we took it in two stages. Keeping a bush in sight about half way down the slope, we again slithered under the wire, and left the track. For a moment I thought I was going to shoot past the bush, (it wasn't a very comfortable thought), but by sticking my heels in the snow, found it possible to reduce my speed enough to enable me to seize the bush and 'anchor' on it. I arrived on the track below a few seconds later, grabbing the rail to prevent an enforced continuation of the journey. People coming up the track looked at me in surprise, with a "Where on earth did you come from?" expression on their faces. My abrupt descent upon their track, preventing their progress, was, to say the least of it, sudden. Also, it was a hard welcome. The snow had begun to melt, and for tie first time I hadn't arrived on a softly padded cushion! I had just picked myself up, when someone above announced her departure on the second stage, and probable arrival in a few seconds. She had requested me to stop her downward flight, but while I was making my way to the place she should arrive, another dropped from above without any warning, as I had done, and knocked me spinning down the track some yards. All this of course held up the "traffic" somewhat, and the third' person's sudden descent in our midst only increased the general upset.
-As we tore dawn those slopes, still on the seat of our breeches, we realised haw quickly we were travelling, and haw difficult it was to pull up. We were only dimly conscious of all the people along the track. Ifwould have been quite easy to "shoot" across the track below, especially where the wire was buried, but we were confident that some of the pedestrians would grab us as we shot across their paths As for the tree trunks, bushes, rocks under the snow, we just didn't think of them. Our last slitHer was longer, but we took it in two stages. Keeping a bush in sight about half way down the slope, we again slithered under the wire, Mali left the track. For a moment I thought I was going to shoot past the bush, (it wasn't a very comfortable thought), but by sticking my heels in the snow, found it possible to reduce my speed enough to enable me to seize the bush and 'anchor' on it. I arrived on the track below a few seconds later, grabbing the rail to prevent an enforced continuation of the journey. People coming up the Track looked at me in surprise, with a "There on earth did you come from?" expression on their faces. My abrupt descent upon their track, preventing their progress; was, to say the least of . it, sudden. Also, it was a hard welcome. The snow had begun to melt, and for tie first time I hadn't arrived on a softly padded cushions I had just picked myself VD, when someone above announced her departure on the second stage, and probable arrival in a few seconds. She had requested me to stope her downward flight, but while I was making my way to the place she should arrive, another dropped from above without any warning, as I had done, and knocked MR spinning down the Track some yards, All this of course held up the "traffic" somewhat, and the third' person's sudden descent in our midst only increased the general upset.
 We finally disentangled ourselves, and the "procession" continued its upward climb. We were quite sorry there was no more snow. I might mention that these "stunts" weren7t photographed, as the Camera man was probably still at the Pinnacle taking "long shots"....,,and that I had to begin saving up at once for a new pair of breeches.
 Needless to say we arrived at the Springs long before the rest of our party, but in good order and condition. Our popular President met us on the verandah, with his never ending chocolate supply. The walk back to Hobart was uneventful. We arrived in toda at 5,30, and we all agreed we'd had our photos taken more in that one day than in our lives before...but it was one of the best day trips we had done...and certainly the cheapestt
 Mary Harrisson, Bellerive,	Tasmania.
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-THE CHRONICLES OF AY-N00-MEM.
+===== The Chronicles of Ay-Noo-Mem =====
 Now it came to pass	in the fifth year of the Great Depresh, that a certain man did approach the tents of the Ess Bee Two-Yoos and did say unto them: "Lo l I would fain join your tribe in their wanderings through the wilderness." And they did straightway bring him before the Sec and said: "Beholds This man desireth to join cur tribe."
 And the Sec did look upon him with compassion and did say unto him: "Poor Mut, (which being interpreted is - Thou Fool) turn thou back now, are it be too late, for what thou seekest is hard to do, yes, that which thy heart desires can only be accomplished by the sweat of thy brow."