A Monthly Bulletin devoted to matters of interest devoted to matters of interest to Sydney Bush Walkers, 5 Hamilton St., Sydney, N.S.W.

No. 36 November 1937.

The Sydney Bush Walkers offer their most sincere thanks to Alan Rigby for the design which fronts this, the first issue of our monthly edition, and which will front all monthly editions hereafter. If the inside is as good as the outside we shall have a journal of which to be proud.

The Editor wishes to draw attention to four serious errors in last issue:.

(l) The reference to the record walking-speed of Gordon Smith should have read “31 miles in 5 hours 28 minutes.” We shall not repeat the ghastly mistake by reminding you of what was actually printed.

(2) Somehow “Kilometre” was altered to “Metre”, but as we have all forgotten the decimal system we learned at school,this possibly did not matter much.

(3) The “Molly-Moo-Ma” poem is to have an ending; the editor thought it already had, but apparently the author let it slip out of her hands before the correct happy (or tragic) ending had been rendered into suitable verse. So you can look forward with eager excitement for the ending “in our next.”

(4) The continuation of the account of the Rook-Climbing Section will appear in the Federation's publication, “The Bushwalker”, not “in our next.”

The Railway Authorities could not see their way to permitting the distribution of leaflets about the Federation's work on the train. They suggested instead that the Federation might advertise its activities on the back of a series of new hiking maps being published by them. It is not certain whether the Federation will do this, but in the meantime it was mutually arranged that the Federation should review and revise the maps before publication, and Mr. Ninian Melvine has this work in hand.

The Federation has sent a protest to the Trustees of Garrawarra about the private shacks there. This was followed up by an interview with the “Herald”, and various letters, and it is now suggested that the matter should be carried to the Minister.

The Trustees of Bouddi Natural Park reported the planting of seven Norfolk Island pines at Maitland Bay and demolition of various private shacks so that only two now remain.

The best news of the year is the reservation as a primitive area of the Komung-Kanangra District. There is little doubt that this is due to the untiring efforts of Myles Dunphy.

The fast train to Lilyvale on Sunday mornings appears in the summer timetable and apparently now for good.

Mr. Melville gave details of the track he has mapped, at the request of the Minister, to take the place of the one that will be destroyed. by the new Lady Carrington Drive extension.

The Federation has arranged a general meeting to discuss the proposed Recreational Co-Operative Society.

The Federation is approaching the Railway Department as to the possibility of issuing return tickets on branch or parallel lines at Challis house, without the present necessity of writting to the Chief Traffic Manager.

“The Bushwalker” has gone to press, and will probably appear before Christmas. When thinking of Christmas presents remember this. It contains pictures, sketches, humorous and serious articles, maps, - in fact something to please everyone, and it is 12 pages larger than wad “The Sydney Bushwalker Annual.”

Dot English.

Inexperienced writers, especially those bursting into print for the first telej neem to consider it necessary to preface their work with an apology, but I see no frason why I should adopt these tactics, despite the fact that the title is definite- ly cribbed, because I had no choice in the matter - it was already out and dried before our trip took place,

youro going eeetecht', 'Tnerele quite a bit ef-Un4xPlor.. ed country- down there - places the average week-end Walker doesn't get a chance to visit, You must write it up - Breaking into New Country “ ” - we need more of that in the magazine so as to keep up the reputation. of the old members and set a standard for the nuw ones.“

“Ladyj its as good as done,” said I, my mind's eye visualising one of the vast white spaces on the South Coast Tourist Map being gradually shaded in as a result of our efforts, and new landmarks being dotted in where previously there was a blank.

On one of those innumerable holiday week-ends we had last summer, we set out in the Johnno's new car, purchased only the previous day,

L thrill of excitement shook me when I noticed the speed() numbered up to 90. Suppose we travelled for six hours on the Saturday afternoon - six noughts are noth:Ing - six nines are fifty-four - 540 miles would bring us somewhere on the outskirts of Melbourne, (Sensation”) But isn't there something about averages to be considered? Well, suppose we averaged only fifty miles an hour; that's fair enough. SI:x noughts are nothing - siz fives are thirty . that would bring us out somewhere in the Kosciusko district in plenty of time to select a good campsite and collect some firewood before the light faded. Gee, was this any goodl

We set out from the Johnno's family homestead later than we expected - nearer -2 o'clock than 12, with little brother Bennie at the wheel and Johnuo a close second, hoping to pick up by preezy the rudiments of driving. The feminine element, represe.A- ted by Jinni, Helen anii myself, crowtled into the back seat and gave advice, as only a female backseat elemelit can.

The potentialities of the speedo were unfortunately cancelled by a miserable red notice el, the wind-soreen wLioh recommended - nay, threatened under pain of stra.eed ..:marde - that a speed of 30 be net exceeded for the first 400 miles. So we exc.,7eL;e1 a fast 15 duvet the coast, and reached Shellharbour some 70 miles distant, just on sunset.

We erected the tent on a grassy flat skirting the sea shore and proceeded to comb the bench for driftwood, which doings reminded me of my juvenile days when we used to eonb the sheep paddocks for manure and get a halfpenny a bucket for it. Those were the days:.

We collected sufficient wood from the beach to make a cooking fire, later augmenting this by a couple of ancient fencing posts which Johnno found, and while the others prepared a cumbersome meal I dined off a handful of dates and a mumbled

c4rot. Then we all snoozed off –around the fence post and woke with the sun well up a n4 a beautiful day began.

It seemed to be mutually agreed that the surf was the best place in which to offend the morning, and it wasli/t till mi,l,day that we set, out again, up Macquarie Pass to Robertson) asc9ndiug with such uzsi-o that the radiator boiled and spluttered like an overfull kettle and we had to step on the top of every hill to put the model on the ice, as ill were. kid speaking of ice , it was quite chilly on top of the Pass, and we took quite a pleasure in shivering and raising gooseflesh, especially as it had been as hot as an oven down at sea Another robiceable, but regrettable, feature was that the blackberries up here belied their name, being small and green, whereas lower down they were dead ripe,

71e had lan3h on the mountain) and the thought suddenly came to me, “Gosh, Ild better do something about breaking :.into new country or my names mud.” So while the others packed up I burst through the undergrowth by the side of the road and dis- covered a narrow, moss-grown track which ran under an overhanging precipice and thence downwards, clerkly, among dripping trees and tall ferns, I knew-not where. However the car is ready to go now, so I must go back still, donit say I didn!t try.

Continuing on, our route took us down Kangaroo Valley. towards Nowra, then off on a short out to Berry where we hoped to- meet another Bushwalker party on Brough- ton Mill Creek. A search for a mile or so both up and down the from a given spot failed to“ disclose them, however; so our party had tea and, worn out with furious driving, slept like logs.

Another red.hot day dawned on Monday, so we sallied forth to Seven.-Mile Beach and spent the morning there, later gathering blackberries in the environs, then stowed ourselves into the demoralizing chariot and in lamentably suburban fashion - sped for home and a hot bath while yet the sun was barely past its youth.

SO, children, when wetre young we must work hard, and walk everywhere and be happy: andswe our pcarlies so that ire may earn the right to buy ourselve6 a car when we get older, and ride ” everyhero and be miserable.

Go-o.-o,od Night.

We knew nudism was rampant among foreigners. The latest proof comes from a foreign bushwalking friend who when asked out to dinner enquired, “Shall I come dressed or undressed?”

She (at the camp fire), “Please go and wash those plums, Tom.” … The end is missing …

“See your country . Walk” is the slogan of the Hobart Talking Clubs and when I had an opportunity of spending January, February and Harch in. the Apple Isel, made up my mind, to see Southern Tasmania on foot. By this I mean. 1 would-pack my rucksack and spend every week-end tramping, exploring the beauties of this 1itti6 Isle, which is a “Walker's Paradise.”

Arriving in Hobart at the end of December, I had three months of glorious summer woother before me.

Many people maintain that walking is not a pleasure, but merely a means of getting somewhere. Anyone who has walked in Tasmania will agree that walking is the one way to appreciate this Island* Every trip brought sheer delight. Inhether it was a. climb up Ht. Wellington to view the Dement 2rom beyond Claremont to the sea; a scramble up from the NortWest Bay River to Cathedral Rook; a leisurely walk to Marion Bay ( on the East Coast); exploring the caves around Port Arthur; a weekts walk through the Cradle Ht. - Lake Bt. Clair Reserve; or five days spent tramping through the Lake Fenton area, each corner turned brought scenes of changing beauty to behold.

As many people have walked through the Cradle Mt. Reserve, and perhaps have written about-their experiences, I will endeavour to describe Lake Fenton, and the many lakes and tarns dotted all over the Reserve.

Lake Fenton is approximately 48 miles from Hobart, and only 6 miles from National Park,- whereone sees the very well known Russell Falls, which live up to all that is“ said and written about them; But as my- story concerns another trip, we ” will leave National Park,,aad take the new- roadup to Lake Fenton Huts. The six miles along this road reminded me very moll of our.CaMbewarra“ Mts. (11.80.), with- the-tall,tree ferns, and taller timbers forming an avenue through which one goes onward and upward. lake Fenton is 3,450 ft. above sea level, and” is“ one of the smaller lakes of Tasmania. 774 camped in the huts, for warmth and convenience, and started to walk On Good Friday. Our first day's trip took us past Lake Fenton, to the Saoger's lookout tUrn.offs then across Windy *Por, and on-to Mt. Field East. It was bitterly cold, Notth strong mind blowiag.:1-adopted the 11'.'S Walking clothes, which is shorts and shirt, but felt that a pair of breeohes) as worn by the girls of the Hobart 14'king .Clubs,would be more serv1.oea1I.c,,- The view from Mt. Field East was spoilt by the bad visibility, but I thought it” waq raher,Unintorosting country, with nothing particularly to' r000mment it. -Thy return to camp was via Lake Nicol and Beattieis- .Tarn, and. we arrived. back at the hats, limt and-hungry, lout satisfiid with the day's walk,

Unfortunately, tho weather was not the bast on Easter Saturday when we set out for Lakos Belton taTA ::mod Iim afraid that souse of humour, which is so necessary to a bushwalkor, waa brought very. much to the :Vora. We arrived at Lake Belton, after haring a splendid view of Aliamsonts Pack, very wet, but with high spirits, and although the rain was pouring down, we had our lunch in front of a huge fire, (it good bushman oan always light a fire in the wilt). Lake Belton and Belcher are joined by a small waterfall and are about 300 ft. higher than Lake Fenton, All these little lakos have their individual charm, and as one walker wandered ahead, her figure was silhouetted on the surface of the water.

Sunday morning I was awakened by someone rubbing in my face, what I though_ was wet bread, but which turned out to be snow. As I gradually regained my faculties I realised the whole place was covered in a mantle of white. Snow, was gently but surely falling at Lake Fenton on Easter Sunday. This was an unexpected surprise, as coming from N.S.L we get few opportunities of seeing the snowflakes softly falling, and I felt my trip was worth while, if only for the view T got on leaving the Hut. From every tree and shrub were hanging white icicles, and the paths looked so white and soft, that it seemed almost a crime to disturb the snow. This day promised to be the best of the trip, from a walking and scenic point of viewp Quite a good walker of the main party, picked a small party of five to do a trip with him, and I was one of the lucky members. We left the Huts about 9,30 a.m. in a light snow storm, and skirted the northern side of Lake Fenton, and across Kangaroo Moor to Lake Webster. Lake Webster is slightly smaller than Fenton, but has much prettier surroundings. From the Lake we rose sharply, and then dropped a little to Twilight Tarn, on which is built the Tasmanian Ski Flub Hut. We had lunch here and then started on again for Mt. Mawson. Leaving Twilight Tarn we walked in a southerly direction, with the now Ski Club Hut at Lake Newdigate as our first objec- tive. We crossed the Broad River, and then followed it up for awhile until we came within sight of the Twisted Tarn. Standing on a shelf only about 100 ft, above the Tarn, all the beauty of this little spot was magnified. The tarn is aptly named, for it twists all over the place, as if endeavoring $0 run away from itself.

Leaving this spot behind, there was more beauty ahead, I can't imagine anything more picturesque and inspiring than, onets first view of the. Tarn Shelf, with Lake Newdigate passed on the way. The Tarn Shelf is a plateau of rock, with Mt. Field West (4,721 ft.) away in the background. On this plateau are six tarns - small pools, sparkling in the one ray of sun We had on tho trip “ and named after two men, Robert Mackenzie Johnston and James. Backhouse Walker. Possibly it was unfortunate that we saw the Tarn Shelf on a day with snow lying on the ground, but to me the white mantle added to the beauty. I was very loath to leave this spot, which seemed to be ours alone, as no one had walked through the virgin snow before us that day. But time waits not for the walker, and we walked on. to Mt. Wersoli, taking photos of Lake Seal lying about 1,000 ft, below the Tarn Shelf, and just curls away round one of the hills. Walking and sliding down Mawson, we had a close view of Lake Dobson, and also said good-bye to the lakes and tarns of Fenton. reluctantly I turned my feet towards Wombat Moor, and so home round the southern side of Lake Petton

This is one of the trips that will always be a living memory with me. Bush- weakens who go out for the sheer joy of walking, and delight in the beauties that some to thorn. will find their reward in this area, whioh. the Tasmanian Government has wisely made a National Reserve. I will not be content now until I have returned, tO this happy Island, to renew the friendships I made with members of the Hobart Milking Club, and refresh my memory with the scenes I do not want to forget. It is Ao wonder then, that sitting on the verandah of the Bush Hotel, New Nor- 20k, gsang at the trees reflected in the Derwent River. Wallace was inspired-to write -Booms that.arc prightsit's . one or the gems of the rnglish Opera “Maritana,”

By Frank Duncan.

It is generally agreed that it is time the open air recreational movement an organisation to carry out its business activities and assist it in the provision of facilities.

clubs in the movement have done wonders in the organis-Aion of !_ndiNidAa:s for happier and healthier enjoymont of ou:, .door rcorecion, but lule,;,rtl_nately in the matters of clubrooms, ownership of property, cowling grounds and other business dealings there are legal and financial dIfficulbics, and an apparent17. universal dissatisfaction with the clubrooms now available.

- On the other hand a registered co.-,operative society can with its legal stand- ing, and through the principle of co-operation in the financial sphere, greatly ” extend the scope of what can be done for the Associated Clubs and members.

Briefly, the activities and problems connected with the formation of the Society come under three convenient headings:-

1. Its scope, aims, and facilities provided. 2. Its financial foundation. 3. The legal basis, and position.

In the original prospectus I circulated, I mentioned developments which might take years to complete, but here we are interested in what is obtainelle immedia:Gely, and yet which would be a very welcome improvement in every way on what. we have at the present moment, mad indeed be a social centre for the whole mevemont,

Thore are between four and five hundred members associated with the various clubs, and many more keen individuals unattached to the clubs who might be IrterP)st- ed in the Society. I have inspected about twenty or thirty different prE.,m;.los about the city, ranging from a rental of five pounds to fifteen pounds per 7Trcr, and from two ti-otJelarld to seven thouc9nd squa=re :Rot in “ Ghi,s potential source of 01,0.12Drt end with thP range o:C° prem:i.ses monfion Ch0000 from, I visuallso th following for the list of racilities the Soelucy should elm to provide. 10 Cr.D large room suitable :'or large club meetings, lectures, and also for Danes, and Flay production. 2. One medium room suitable for medium club meetings, lectures, rehearsals, etc. 30 One Committee Room. 4o Ore Office for the work of the Society, and for the use of the ()Motors of the Associated Clubs. Fitted with duplicator and type Triter. 5. Ocicaterinld222ELment having a small kitchen, and using the medium sized room fox 9 Gale during the day and up to, say 7-30 p.m. Tho members of the Associated club;; would have the exclusive use of the rooms which their club rented from the society ox speoified nights, and the use of the Cafe, to which they could bring friends, every day up to 7-30 p” m

In the case of socials etc. or when large club meetings were held, the buf might operate till later in the evening. 5. Another service provided_ by the society for those associated with the movement would be a personal and yet a social one. Those desiring such facilities, and paying a fee of about ten pence per week (10/- per quarter) would have the advantages of a post restante, the use of a looker and changing room, the memberst lounge and writing room, facilities for games, rie, tennis: table tennis etc, perhaps gymnasium facilities, toilet and showers. In words the facilities of a club, during each day until say 7-30 p.m. The above mentioned members! lounge and games facilities would be obtained by suitably subdividing the large room during the day time. It will thus be seen that such arrangements make the fullest day and evening use of the premises, so providing the income, staff and facilities obtainable in no other way, The Capital would be raised as follows:- Clubs taking out shares as associated organisations would be asked to take out a minimum of ten pounds paid up, and over one hundred members an extra five pounds for every fifty members. Most clubs could easily raise this by one or more socials or dances. Individuals, members of clubs or otherwise, would be asked to take out a minimum of two, pound shares, paying five shillings deposit on each. Clubs would be invited to invest their funds in the Society in the form of a loan, on the security of the furniture and equipment purchased by the society. (Clubroom chairs, cafe tables, equip. etc.) Income would consist of:

1“ Rents paid by the associated clubs for the use of rooms. 2. Rents from the hiring of rooms to outside clubs, etc. for meetings, socials, etc. when not needed by the associated clubs. Zs Members personal club fees as suggested. 4. The takings of Cafe and buffet. 5. Duplicating and circularizing for associated clubs, mnd rental for the use of the office by officers of the clubs.

1937 December 3rd. Committee Meeting, 10th. Monthly Meeting. 19th Children's Xmas Treat.

For the Social Committee, Rene D, Browne, ar ”

The Editor, “The Sydney Bushwalker.”

Dear Madam, With reference to the letter written by Flo Allsworth in last issue I wish to point out that the New Zealand Government Tourist Bureau is as efficient and oblij,- ing as the Tasmanian Bureau, if not more so. When I asked for some advice as to the best walks in Nei Zealand, the Tourist Bureau drew up a detailed itinerary for a five weeks' tour to include as much walking as possible. The itinerary, I have been told by those who are well-acquainted with walking in New Zealand, is a particularly good one. For it, the Bureau is making all arrangements. Could the New South Wales Government Tourist Bureau plan a tour for visitors, to include much walking? Could it give advice as to the degree of diff i- culty and the approximate time needed for, even such simple walks as the “Grand Canyon”, Blackheath. If it could not, (and I do not think it could) there is surely., much scope for developing walking as a tourist attraction, even to those not very active. The tourist who had walked in our Blue Mountains, could not leave New South Wales without having absorbed into his very being, something of their beauty, Yours sincerely, Gwen Clarke,

CENTENARY DINNER - For many years various bushwalkers have had small Christmas parties. This is the tenth year of the Clubts existence and it was thought that if the small parties could gather on one night at one place we could have a happy evening as well as being in the fashion in the matter of centenaries, Accordingly we have booked the Stratford. Rooms, over the Chicken Inn, 236 George Street for 6 p.m. on Tuesday 21st, December, The cost of the food is 0 for which you are guaranteed a six course dinner, and tickets may be obtained from Graham Harrison (Mouldy).

RECREATIONAL CO-OPERATIVE SOCIETY - The Federation has arranged a general meeting to discuss this. It livilf7;=1 on Thursday 9th. December at 8 p.m. in the Real Estate Institute, 30a Martin Place. All bushwalkers: hikers, and bushlovers are welcome.

Nhen etre I take my walks abroad Mat bally fools I see, But such the justice of the Lord They think the same of me,

R. Blachford.,

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Breathless the little group clambered up on to the last rook, flung off their packs

and turned to gaze at the splendid gorge at their feet. Ahead, folded into intric-

ate patterns lay the ranges fading away gradually into the pearly blue haze.

“What a picture this will make” said the photographer busily fussing with photo-

elecGric meter, filter and tripod. “Its a pity there is not a tree to make a bit of

foreground, '61-16 blessed things never grow where you want them.

“Well 1 reckon you're wrong” one would he geologist was saying to another, “It is

obviour4 a waterworn valley, just look at those cliffs over there.”

And of course, the pioneers hadn't been. idle. Map laid out on the rock, compasses

busy, they were arguing about landmarks. “I can't help it” said Bill - “I know

everyone calls it Byrnes' Gap but it isn't. From this direction we get an end on

view of Byrnes' Gap and so we can't see it - if you know what I mean - no sir,

that's Full Island Gap.”

Meanwhile, the plain walker had made himself comfortable and was having a smoke.

“Blest- if I know why you folks can't sit down and enjoy a damn good view in peace,”

said h6.

But there was one point on which they all agreed as was clearly illustrated when

they picked up their RIsacks. They knew good camping gear. They all used

'Paddymade” Camp Gear for Walkers. F.A. PALLIN, 'Phone i0Eal: Wishes to thank -1-.11 14- _cryi rm-trrn cal e Arm rizr” “.Ia rt- 3W7 _peorge St. 83101.

By Jack Debert.

So frequently have I heard of or actually overheard the remark “But do not let it be a Gordon Smith walk,” that I am forced to the conclusion that most club members have an entirely wrong idea of the walks Gordon undertakes. (I write undertakes advisedly, for every longish and toughi6h walking party that happens to have the 6eecl fortune of Gordonts company is immed:Lately known as Gordon Smith regardless of the fact that pe6ple such as Dave, Stead, Alex Colley, Max Gentle, Bill Mullins and myself have actually been the leaders of many of these). Now I want to correct a number of mistaken ideas many members and prospective members have or may obtain of Gordon Smiths who goes quietly on, doing far more got to for the club than so many of those who only sit and talk, and so seldom walk. It is admitted that some of these walks undertaken are tough, but they are by :ee, means beyond most of the average walkers in the club. The main reasons for theil- sucoessful culmination are the splendid and thorough preparatory organisation, bodyts willingness to work harmoniously and Gordonts ever prevailing big heartedness in carrying Tar more than his share - not only carrying any extra weight from the girlts packs, but also carrying same of the ments weight as well. I have heard so many rididuious remarks about Gordon killing the girls en hir waJics that xight now I ask, “Whom has Gordon killed on a walk yet and which, if e4y, girl can be pointed to as ever having been knocked out on so-called Gordon Smith trip? Gan Eirlyone truthfully pciut to one girl in the elut and says °She used to go on some of the ;tough walks of Gordonts but they were too(tuoh for hill1r. She overdid it?” Now come on my himrties and smarties, bring out foicts or fft, ever hold your peace.

The truth of the matter is as follows, and I know for I have observed faithfully over a longish period. There is only one person Gordon is ever likely to kill on a walk and that is himself. But he is juot too strong for that even though his generps ity and consideration make him a -veritable pack horse for the party. One more correction: It is also frequently asked, “What can they see on such trip?” Well take my word for it, as one who undertakes strolls, loafs and hard that those who are normally observant see more on a Gordon Smith walk than, they on an ordinary walk, and when it cores to asking prospective members to show or a 11,…p where they have been, those who have had the good fortune to have been on a Gordon Smith walk are more able to do so than those who frequent slower walks. Now I am all for Gordon's walks. He always have as much fun as any other party. We eat as much and as well as other parties. W do all the same silly things as all the other parties. I am jolly glad I go out with Gordon and I know I. am voicing the opinion of many.

So now if any of you want to pick a bone with Der-bert come out on the mat and have your say.

Foreign bushwalking friend, “We crossed several rivers; they were so deep we had to talk our feet off to get over them!”

By “Firelight”

First come the deeds of Cupid, a very active little boy among bushwalkers. On 9th, October Art Sall, ex-member, and Marvie Moir, sister of Thelma, signed up fwr better or worse. Then there are Mr. and Mrs. Milner, whom some of us met at Carlon's during the Ootolier Holiday week-end. For those who did not, the said Mrs. Milner was our own Dinah (nee Hearfield). By the time this is published, on the 4th. December, to be exacts Charles Cuiberg will have taken to himself *wife, to wit, one, Ann Smith. These people have actually entered on the big game of married life; but others have got as far as making the great decision. Evelyn Millard and Ninian Melville have announced their engagement, and so have Josue Travis and Gordon Mennen. It is a very good thing this was a good year for orange blossom or we might have run short. May the sweetness of orange blossom be with all of them always! The most striking events since last issue were tho races. These led to the formation of the latest sub-section, the Century Tire Club, the foundation members being Gordon Smith and Jack Debert who walked for 24 hours, Gordon covering 110 miles and Jack 100. They are probably the only men in Australia to have accomplished such a feat. Dave Stead put up a fine showing also when he covered 80 miles in the 24 hours. In fact he says he holds a world record. because he spent more time off the track than on it. Dot English saw to it that the women were not left out ” if things altogether; she came third in the 30 mile scratch race, Ben Hall and Max Gentle being the two first. Early in November the Club suffered a sad parting. “Scotty” Malcolm was trans- tarred to the Coal City. However, it is an ill wind that blows nobody any good, and he will be a tower of strength to the Scout Movement there and the newly formed Newcastle Bushwaiking Club. Have you seen the arts and crafts of Harry Savage, examples of quality workman- ship rarely reached by those who do things for fun?. If you have not, do. Harry is turning his hobby into a paying proposition, and it you are looking for the ideal bushwaiker Christmas present you will find it among the collection Barry has for sale. Bert 'Whinier says it was Marie Byles' talk and lantern slides on the 23rd. October which definitely turned his toes to the isles across the Tasman,' But he is not the only one 'who is going. Gordon Smith, May Smith, Brenda Mite, Dot English, George Dibley, Ada Meade, Gwen Clarke and Dorothy Hisludk are all off to New Zealand. We don't know how far Marie is responsible for this invasion of the Dominion, but it is reported that a well known government officer is taking out a writ to restrain her from giving any more New Zealandesque lectures. Meantime we suggest she puts in for commission to the New Zealand Tourist Bureau. Gordon's party is leaving by the “Awatea” on 10th. DeceMber intending to work out the South Island first and do a little mountaineering in between times. Knowing Gordon as we do, the party is assured that a very full programme will be carried out however well New Zealand lives up to her reputation for bad weather. Olympian Basil Diekensen is very busy training for the Empire Games to be held next year. This, and a bout of measles, accounts for his absence on Friday nights. The meeting on 8th. October will go down in history as the one occasion when we did not waste time we did not want to waste. Jack Debert acted as chairman, ant% waxler his stern control the meeting lasted 191 minutes!

Tiriugibtg bElcic c6untloss Tuantitiot-J films from his trip to the Barrier [Ind North Queensland, AlaftWard has again raturned to moderate climes. He hobnobbed with Vice-Royalty and brought back tho biggest snake yarn ever spUn; maybe you have seen it lying round the club roomJ The River Canoe Club always teems to be paddling a particularly good brand of canoe. This time it is an-Epidiascope. Imitation-is the sincerest form of flattery. How soon shall we flatter them? The Coast and Mountain Walkers have new club rooms, the Grey Horse Tavern at 193 Castlereagh Street,. and you may also meet some of them there for lunch any Tuesday, The Big Boot Brigade is a growing sub-section among the boys. Stan Lumsd:a to its latest recruit, we notice.

The Warrkal Volume 1, No. 1. From the T;arrigal Club comes the first issue of its magazine, setting forth the– origin,, aims and activities of the Club. “1. Matter of Control” puts forward a plea for a land utilization survey with proper control of land set apart as wilderness. Those lovers of our bushland who wish to be able to identify our gumtrees will find a most interesting and informative article - the first of a series on this subject. The Mhrrigal Club is to be congratulated on this issue.

Ad.d it ions to the Club…19nm The“Hali-Way Sun” by T. Inglis Moore - presented- by D. Lawry. The Black alsketeers . by A.J. Marshall (better knomn:sa “Jock”)