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 **Bouddi Working Bee** - A letter from the Trustees showed that between 70 and 80 people were present representing most of the affiliated clubs and that they all seemed to enjoy both the work and the camp fire on the beach with the full moon shining over the sea. Over 3 miles of track were made, the shelter shed painted, trees planted, signs painted and erected and the track made last year re-cleared. It is suggested that if each club made a point of having one expedition through the park each year with a tomahawk in the party, this would insure that the tracks were kept clear.
-**Coricudgy** - It was reported that a saw-miller from Kandos was getting a permit to cut down the magnificient blue-gum forest on top of the mountain. The Federation is writing to various authorities and hopes to prevent its destruction.
+**Coricudgy** - It was reported that a saw-miller from Kandos was getting a permit to cut down the magnificent blue-gum forest on top of the mountain. The Federation is writing to various authorities and hopes to prevent its destruction.
 **The Ball** - Tickets are to remain the same price as last year, because the ball is a revenue-producing concern and its proceeds are necessary for the Federation to carry on its work. If it is a success a donation will be made out of the proceeds to the Bushwalker's Comforts Fund.
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 from Bob Savage
-We are indebted to Bob's Mother for the folloWing interesting letter.
+We are indebted to Bob's Mother for the following interesting letter.
 "This is just a short note to tell you of my safe return from Greece. We are now camped on an island in the Mediterranean which is far more beautiful than Greece itself. Our campsite is about a hundred yards from a swift flowing, icy-cold and crystal-clear stream which seems to be fed from the snow-covered mountains in the distance. There is a gorge above the camp in limestone country and all the surrounding hills are covered with olive groves.
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 We are sure that you enjoy investing your pennies in our Friday night raffles and trying to win the very, tempting edible prizes that we offer. But would YOU like to do something to help us sometime?
-So far the articles raffled have all been donated by one small group of members, and as we would like to give everyone -an oppartunity to do something to help the funds of the Bushwalkers' 'Services' Committee and so help the lads in the forces, we now make a request for voluntary donations of articles, no matter how small, suitable for future raffles,
+So far the articles raffled have all been donated by one small group of members, and as we would like to give everyone -an opportunity to do something to help the funds of the Bushwalkers' 'Services' Committee and so help the lads in the forces, we now make a request for voluntary donations of articles, no matter how small, suitable for future raffles,
 Now then you cooks and jam makers, also gardeners, how about letting us have a sample of your arts?
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 At 1.15 p m. we (a merry party of 6) sailed out of Central -- along with numerous other folks, who, much to our disgust seemed intent upon loyally sticking to us every inch of the way -- a whole horse box full of tightly packed bodies (some tighter than others), with a couple standing at each end for a little variation... All intent upon going to sleep -- a seemingly impossible task in the ever increasing family circle, except when most of then fell into a deep slumber within a couple of miles of Kandos, and the whole carriage seemed transformed like a miracle into a carpenters' shop, where the noise of busy cross-saws echoed on the soft and balmy breeze.
-Kandos! and out into the wintry blast, one body's shoe was missing, having been thoughtfully kicked out of the train during the night, by some kind intruder (moral don't remove sboes during train journeys, the community will always get its own back on you).
+Kandos! and out into the wintry blast, one body's shoe was missing, having been thoughtfully kicked out of the train during the night, by some kind intruder (moral don't remove shoes during train journeys, the community will always get its own back on you).
-There was Gwen to meet us, looking as fresh as a daisy, and she had just roused the local inkeeper and summoned him to prepare our breakfasts. But first we gambolled under a lovely hot shower, that is to say it was lovely and hot as long as someone down below did not also turn on their lovely hot shower.
+There was Gwen to meet us, looking as fresh as a daisy, and she had just roused the local innkeeper and summoned him to prepare our breakfasts. But first we gambolled under a lovely hot shower, that is to say it was lovely and hot as long as someone down below did not also turn on their lovely hot shower.
 After filling the inner man, we clambered aboard the waiting lorry and vacated the town ship at about 6.45am, taking ourselves well out of sight before the local inhabitants turned out to do homage to the sunshine.
-For those whom Nature has not provided with naturally good comfortable air cushions, for lorry riding along Kandos roads, it would be advisable to Beware! think of the end of your spine -- otherwise it will make you think of it .. roll the entire body in at least three sleeping bags, and take along all available spare packing to ensure the minimum of comfort -- for further advise see Marie Byles -- she will probably have thought up some fine antedotes for the avoidance of large bumps, small bumps and middle sized bumps, by this time. When our driver found no road he simply pushed down saplings quite undaunted with the old truck, and blazed his own trail. He eventually dropped us at a spot about four miles from base camp.
+For those whom Nature has not provided with naturally good comfortable air cushions, for lorry riding along Kandos roads, it would be advisable to Beware! think of the end of your spine -- otherwise it will make you think of it .. roll the entire body in at least three sleeping bags, and take along all available spare packing to ensure the minimum of comfort -- for further advise see Marie Byles -- she will probably have thought up some fine antidotes for the avoidance of large bumps, small bumps and middle sized bumps, by this time. When our driver found no road he simply pushed down saplings quite undaunted with the old truck, and blazed his own trail. He eventually dropped us at a spot about four miles from base camp.
 The creeks were fairly dry, but one creek had some water in it -- we made camp here, where the water was not ample, but tasted good and was sufficient -- a hot bath out of Max's billy ensured seven nice clean people diving into their sleeping bags at night.
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 By the time the return journey to Kandos was completed in the same knocker-over-of-saplings lorry, we began to feel rather like super blackberry pies.
-Believe it or not we wound up this hilarious week end in the local Kandos Church. It was a fascinating little Church just like a baby elephant house, but instead of housing one of those dainty quadrapeds, or at least an oriental potentate, we found goodly gathering of Kandos identies. We sang hymns about moving our tents in the night, which made us feel quite at home, that is until he announced that there would be two collections to-night, the second I think for the poor and needy....Did they mean us? .... We did not wait to see.
+Believe it or not we wound up this hilarious week end in the local Kandos Church. It was a fascinating little Church just like a baby elephant house, but instead of housing one of those dainty quadrupeds, or at least an oriental potentate, we found goodly gathering of Kandos identities. We sang hymns about moving our tents in the night, which made us feel quite at home, that is until he announced that there would be two collections to-night, the second I think for the poor and needy....Did they mean us? .... We did not wait to see.
 ===== Mountaineering from Pelion Hut - Tasmania =====
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 The dance at "Redleaf", previously announced for this date has been cancelled because - as the Federation Ball is to be held in July this year - we felt that we could not do justice to two events of such magnitude in such close proximity.
-ALL ITEMS OF SPECIAL INTEREST!
+All items of special interest!
-DON'T MISS ANY OF THEM!
+Don’t miss any of them!
 ===== There were Rocks, Rocks, Rocks =====
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 Night fell with us still in this section of the river so we stopped on a flattish piece of ground on which to sleep with a cave nearby in case of emergencies. In a day and a half on the river camp sites in any possible meaning of the word there were none.
-Feeling that little progress had been made in a long time we walked next morning into the river (synonymous for started) at 7.15 and our patience was rewarded about 10.45am by the sight of Beean Creek running in on the left; a more lovely and intriguing creek wauld be difficult to imagine. This landmark indicated that we had done only ten miles of river in a day and a half. Here we found an old track which lost itself occasionally in nettles, lawyers and the like but which took us soon after lunch to Kholwha Creek where the land has been cleared for grazing. From two station hands we learnt all we could of the surrounding country and spent the rest of the day sedately walking on the track down the river to Bignell's. The difficult part of the river had certainly been a great experience to which was added the thrill of complete ignorance of what was to be expected. Every inch of it had an untouched savage beauty and the masses of stark boulders in the gorge told of a relentless power which almost made one shudder. I should like to warn adventurers, however, that we experienced fine weather and a river apparently a little lower than usual for the time of the year. In unfavourable conditions the trip would be.... well, I could have written it as a censor seems to be the only possible official the Club does not possess.
+Feeling that little progress had been made in a long time we walked next morning into the river (synonymous for started) at 7.15 and our patience was rewarded about 10.45am by the sight of Beean Creek running in on the left; a more lovely and intriguing creek would be difficult to imagine. This landmark indicated that we had done only ten miles of river in a day and a half. Here we found an old track which lost itself occasionally in nettles, lawyers and the like but which took us soon after lunch to Kholwha Creek where the land has been cleared for grazing. From two station hands we learnt all we could of the surrounding country and spent the rest of the day sedately walking on the track down the river to Bignell's. The difficult part of the river had certainly been a great experience to which was added the thrill of complete ignorance of what was to be expected. Every inch of it had an untouched savage beauty and the masses of stark boulders in the gorge told of a relentless power which almost made one shudder. I should like to warn adventurers, however, that we experienced fine weather and a river apparently a little lower than usual for the time of the year. In unfavourable conditions the trip would be.... well, I could have written it as a censor seems to be the only possible official the Club does not possess.
 Being once again up to schedule a Cook's Round Tour with a day pack was decided upon for the following day. We were in an excellent position for such a trip - just above the junction of three rivers. We therefore walked over the hills to Rawdon Vale, up the Kerripit a few miles then down this river to its junction with the Barrington where we were invited in to lunch. Walking through paspalum provided a little variety as it exudes a sticky substance which covers the legs like thin treacle. After lunch we followed the Cobark for about six miles then climbed over the hills back to camp. The district provides many opportunities for walking and when the day's chores had been done and we were just waiting the few hours for the soya beans to cook numerous further excursions were planned. The whole of the area covered that day was cleared, grazing country covered with thick yellowing grasses with a background of rugged mountains and contrasted happily with the earlier part of the walk.
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 Still fired with ambition we hoped next day to walk to Gloucester via the Buckets so once again an early start was imperative. Unfortunately it commenced to rain and by the time we arrived in Copeland it was teeming. I was not sorry that one of my correspondents living in Copeland which is an old mining town in a narrow valley had invited us to call. We must have been a revolting sight standing at the front door but our new-found friends were ultra-hospitable, understanding and charming. Lunch ensued and though we left intending to adhere to our original plan further heavy rain caused us to abandon climbing the Buckets. The latter, the bold, rocky outline of which must be familiar to the many people who have travelled through Gloucester, seem well worth a closer inspection. There was one compensation in an earlier arrival in town - we had more time in which to eat.
-With a considerable amount of luck we had had a most enjoyable trip and one of my most pleasant memories is the hospitality and the knowledge of the country shown by all whom we met. Of course, all were completely mystified when we denied that we had been either prospecting or trout fishing but in fairness I must say that they were equally emphatic that it was rarely they were visited by
+With a considerable amount of luck we had had a most enjoyable trip and one of my most pleasant memories is the hospitality and the knowledge of the country shown by all whom we met. Of course, all were completely mystified when we denied that we had been either prospecting or trout fishing but in fairness I must say that they were equally emphatic that it was rarely they were visited by anything quite like us.
-anything quite like us.
 (Editor's Note. Once upon a time the Club did have a censor, as witness the verse of "The Bushwalkers, Ballad" that went:-
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 And in their mind's eye a vision glows\\
 And grows\\
-Of an endles chain of firelit plates of food\\
+Of an endless chain of firelit plates of food\\
 And billies bubblingly imbued\\
 With palpitating, penetrating, saliva-productive smells\\
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 The rest of the crew were either insane or suffering from the results of concussion, because they were performing all sorts of weird contortions and writhings on top of and about each other, and on bits of the local scenery.
+=====Club Gossip.=====
+As congratulations seem to be the order of the day we think that in this issue we will emulate the "S.M.Herald" and run a Births, Engagements and Marriages section.
+Under the first heading we welcome two very young ladies, one the daughter of Jean and Bill Johnson and the other the daughter of Mollie (Astridge) and Arthur Waller. We look forward to making the acquaintance of these little girls whenever their proud parents can bring them to the club room.
+The next heading, "Engagements", announces, firstly, that of Muriel Hall to Lewis Mitchell. Although the gentleman enjoys camping we believe he is not a keen walker yet.
+Secondly, that of Gwen Clark to John Hunt of Kandos. We hear that Gwen is to be married shortly.
+Now for the "Marriages". Jean Malcolm and Frank Ashdown, who it a member of the C.M.W. were married before Easter. We hear that they visited "Scotty" Malcolm during their honeymoon.
+George Baker was married on 17th May, in Geelong, to Miss Esme Elmer.
+We also heard that our ex-member Arthur Austin was married recently too.
+To all the foregoing happy people we tender our congratulations and say, "Lots of luck and good wishes".
+There were two highlights in the recent social activities, one was the first club dance of the season, the other the play night at the club room. The fifty odd folks who went along to the dance had a splendid evening with lots of dancing and a very pleasant supper. Everyone voted the evening a grand one and the new Social Secretary it to be complimented on the success, in every way, of her first club dance. There's just one point that rouses our curiosity, what would happen if a "six footer" trod on the toes of the lady who dances in bare feet?
+The curtain raiser to the thriller produced by Joan Savage on the play night,
+was two monologues by our old, but rarely seen, friend Edgar Yardley. Everyone was pleased to see Edgar and to hear a new "Dolly Ballad".
+The play was amusing as well as thrill producing and the collection afterwards yielded £2.2.4d. which was handed over to the funds of the Bushwalkers' 'Services' Committee.
+By the way, the B.W.S.C. is doing good work - the latest figures show that two hundred odd packets, magazines etc. have been forwarded to the forty five members of the bushwalking clubs in the forces. It is most gratifying too, to be receiving letters of thanks and appreciation from these lads.
+If you know the addresses or change of any bush walking boys who are in the services, please pass them on to the B.W.S.C. so your friends' names may be added to the mailing list.
+Two members who are stationed in Victoria, namely, Dick Schofield and Peter Allen, have been on leave lately, we were pleased to see them in the club room.
+Harold Chardon was also up on short leave, looking bigger and better than ever. (We would like to have the address of his new milliner!) Harold said he had had dinner recently with Jack and Mrs. Debert and that Pilot Officer Jim Cranitch was also present.
+Tom Herbert has had a letter from Oliver Moriarty - somewhere in the North Sea Oliver was very pleased to receive a "round robin" letter from the club folk. He has been to Iceland and says that although there were lots of fish there were no trees in that country so he didn't like the place much.
+The Turners have written from their new home at Armidale - they apparently have no fish, but say that the trees up there are magnificent. Also they extend a warm invitation to bushwalkers that may be in Armidale to visit the Turner domicile at 114 Brown Street.
+Some people never seem to have enough of a good thing. Dot English is hardly back from New. Zealand and now she is off again for another month at Mt. Cook. It is said to be a job, but who is going to call roaming round the glaciers and snowy peaks WORK! If that is work, we say, then let us have more of it; sounds more like a holiday.
+Hilda Blunt is also jaunting again, this time we believe she has gone to Melbourne for an indefinite period.
+We don't like work much, but when its 90% play - or seems to be - then it's just fine. That's how we felt about it at the Bouddi Park Working Bee in May. Lots of people, lots of fun and frolic, lots of camp fire and song, pleasant work and lots of result. That sums up the weekend - but there's one thing we'd like to know, where did the Trustees get the super moon?
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+Brian Harvey gave us this "fill-up":-
+"A doctor declares there are fewer people with bandy legs. Either that, or it is becoming too cold for shorts!"
+What do you think? We'd say the bandy legs must all be owned by hikers; bushwalkers are still roaming round the countryside, and the clubroom, in shorts of various hues. Did you see the symphony in green that left for the Blue Gum Forest the other night? No, not one of the girls, and not an extra pretty little boy scout, but Ron Eddes having a change from military khaki. Meeouw!!
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+Some people don't move. Some people move and advise the Hon. Secretary of their new addresses. Some people just move. How the heck do they expect to keep in touch with the Club?