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-=====Nightmare For One of Parliamentary Procedure.=====+=====Nightmare For One or Parliamentary Procedure.=====
  
 By Dot English. By Dot English.
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-IN THE ELYSIAN FIELDS.+=====In The Elysian Fields.===== 
 By "​Skip"​. By "​Skip"​.
-"Twas Friday night when we set sail, And we were not far from the shore."​ + 
-So runs the beginning of a ditty of adventure on the high seas. Howsomeever,​ we was I, the evening was just evenimg, if 1600 hours is not too early, and I was high and mightily dry on the shore lnitia 1 reached Camden. But I hasten too quickly,+"'Twas Friday night when we set sail,\\ 
 +And we were not far from the shore."​ 
 + 
 +So runs the beginning of a ditty of adventure on the high seas. Howsomeever,​ we was I, the evening was just evening, if 1600 hours is not too early, and I was high and mightily dry on the shore until I reached Camden. But I hasten too quickly
 "When the captain he spied a lovely mermaid."​ "When the captain he spied a lovely mermaid."​
-And so on and on and on. My harpies node on four wheels - for preference, although I wouldn'​t have shied at anything fxkom two to twenty-two or even a pair of caterpillar treads. 
-This, my pretty sweetings, is the beginning of a tale I am about to unfold on an Official Trip from Robertson to Robertson (?). Being possessed of initiative, stamina, and resource - ask my table mates - I had left my money and part ofmy food at home, and had once more sallied forth, a modern Diogencs, to find whether my faith in human nature were justifiable. My lamp, that symbol of disillusion- 
-, ment was my thumb, either one sufficing. 
-Disillusionment was speedily disillusioned. There arc Da., alEawlIne characters still to be found on Hume Highway. By truck, car, car, yet again car, and again truck, I reached Robertson about 9,30 that night. Thirsty souls were some, and at Camden and Picton did they - we - allay aching throats. And for your information,​ my sweetings, there is a milk truck to Robertson which will moot a steam tiiain arriving at Moss Vale at 8 p m' Rriday if requested, A small remunerAtion-is expected. 
-Robertson station is no haven fop the weary, so did I lay my head in the back of the pavilion at the "​oval"​. I was awake with the sun, and after basking in it for some little while, I repaired to the-station,​ there to leave my pack whilst 1 breakfasted and took the air-OP-the *town"​. Noteworthy in the interval between breakfast and the two o'​clock train was a First Class Constable immaculat-e. in Leggings strolling down. the main street, taking a pipe the while, with a paper under one arm, and a Cane Shopping Basket slung on ClIds.4atalarand the meting of the clans at the local store. 
-Eventually a three carriage train chugged in right on time, and disgorged amongst other things ten walker'​s. Merging into the party, I found an assortment of notorious and. unknown males and females This motley crowd was hard put to it to leave the station, but eventually found themselves on Belmoro Pallz.Road after a certain Loon had sought out a loaf of bread. 
-The trip to Belmorc Palls was exceedingly pretty and unaame littla wa7 beowe the falls we left out packs at a 
-, 
-road junction to be picked up later. We came upon e la and the uninitiated were heard to draw in their respective 
-and just as suddenly to let them out in cries of appreciation. 
-s su sen y, breaths individual 
-Hereat did the camera fiends get to work. These worthy five photographed everything photographable on the trip, as well all that was not. A grim battle with the sun for illumination ci- in US taking a picture of the falls under cloudy conditions, th-(:, breaking out in full brilliance an in_pta?t latpr. 
-pthoviciQB*-01Lt 111.-%1- 
-Having seen the sights, which took no little time, we repaired to ourgoaas and proceeded down the other road. This rapidly degenerated into a track, the whichve-lat-d little- later, describing a wide semi-eircle across-country,​ which brought us rather miraculously to the top of the Zangaroo Valley cliffs, just above the track to Yeola. In_ descending thereto, one Irene suffered a severe abrasion to one leg, although it cannot be said that all the other members of the party arrived at the bottom unscathed. 
-Herein comes the title. Pain would I compose an ode to Yeola, but discretion is the better part of valour. Our yearning palates were tempted whilst still only half way down by luscious blackberries,​ which grew lusciouscr as we descended. Energised by these delicious mamrdoths we charged through a broken fence, and lot.;- we were in the very garden of Eden, Haply the tempting apple was' as yet unripe, as were the fig, peach, plum, pear and quince, else would we have feasted until replete and far beyond. Lemons, though, were ripe and in profusion and these we ate and ate. Those in the know eventually diverted up past the fig tree, between the apples and the rose bush, down a path amidst the blackberries,​ under the willow and on to the Elysian fields. Buffalo grass was our chair, our tab:, and our bed, and eleven happy walkers set and ate. But that is a delicate subject, which it is as well to pass over. Amidst the -" beside fair Eridanus, frail mortals talked encompassed in their small spheres of memories, hooding little the all pervading Boautu, 
  
-Morning showed afresh the surrovmdiLg1.16:​JailaT, more food we sorrowfully took our leave and departed back to the fairly warm and caoudy.170thovleypr, without taking due toll of the lemon trees. And at this juncture may I extol the frying,c f unimaginative,​ insipid, tasteless and practically inedible ​beof sausages in lomin juice. Why buy pork sausages under those conditionsI +And so on and on and on. My harpies rode on four wheels - for preference, although I wouldn'​t have shied at anything from two to twenty-two or even a pair of caterpillar treads. 
-Slowly we wended our way uphill, ​over uphill, amongst tall and stately trees, and grassy patches, the ubiquitous lemon and the iniquitous ​blackborry, towards Carrington Falls. ​Belmar ​falls, we discovered, were a crying ​&lame. It took two photographs to get in all of Carrington ​Palls, and the profusion of swimmablo ​pools above it put Belmore Falls right out of mind. + 
-After dallying there an hour or so we set forth and after much eating of lemins and meandering from the main track we came to a sail]. ​in Jamboree ​Road, hard by the headwaters of Kangaroo River. ​'​x ​here it was just plain roadba811 ​to the alift odgo above the ridge+This, my pretty sweetings, is the beginning of a tale I am about to unfold on an Official Trip from Robertson to Robertson (?). Being possessed of initiative, stamina, and resource - ask my table mates - I had left my money and part of my food at home, and had once more sallied forth, a modern Diogenes, to find whether my faith in human nature were justifiable. My lamp, that symbol of disillusionment was my thumb, either one sufficing. 
-leading down into Jamberoo. The leader came in for a small measure of unpopularityas in his zeal he had insisted ​te carry water from Carrington Falls onwards. How many flowing creeks we crossed from thoron, I fail to recollect. + 
-We reSted ​at the cliff edge and lunched. Before us were the coastlands from Port Kombla ​to Kiama spread out like a map. +Disillusionment was speedily disillusioned. There are many, many fine characters still to be found on Hume Highway. By truck, car, car, yet again car, and again truck, I reached Robertson about 9.30 that night. Thirsty souls were some, and at Camden and Picton did they - we - allay aching throats. And for your information,​ my sweetings, there is a milk truck to Robertson which will meet a steam train arriving at Moss Vale at 8 p.m. Friday if requested. A small remuneration is expected. 
-To the south the clouds were thickening and lowering Lunch soon gom- + 
-, plated, we followed ​tho power lines over the cliff and commoncod thb descent of the ridge. This can be done at a very respectable speed, but some not being so sure on their foot, our pada remained moderate. Two hundred feet down, it started to drizzle. ​Groundshoots ​and capes were donned, and the descent continued until wo came on a fenceAs we had decided to cut down the hillside to lAnnamurra Pails at some place or other, we took the opportunity and went down. +Robertson station is no haven for the weary, so did I lay my head in the back of the pavilion at the "​oval"​. I was awake with the sun, and after basking in it for some little while, I repaired to the station, there to leave my pack whilst 1 breakfasted and took the air of the "​town"​. Noteworthy in the interval between breakfast and the two o'​clock train was a First Class Constable immaculate in Leggings strolling down the main street, taking a pipe the while, with a paper under one arm, and a Cane Shopping Basket slung on the other and the meting of the clans at the local store. 
-But not just like that. Oh, no. Nature took a hand and provided us with a 450 earthy slopewhich lower down became densely + 
- bushy, and at a still lower level was covered with lantana. This last we atarted ​walking through, then over, but finally under. ​Emcrging ​gasping from the struggle, we stood at the and of the ::13 +Eventually a three carriage train chugged in right on time, and disgorged amongst other things ten walkers. Merging into the party, I found an assortment of notorious and unknown males and females. This motley crowd was hard put to it to leave the station, but eventually found themselves on Belmore Falls Road after a certain Leon had sought out a loaf of bread. 
-roadThereon sat a bus which ingested all our packs, whilst ​wo gaged on a twenty minute trip to the falls and back. And of co=o it rained. Bar two adventurers nearly missing ​tho bus, we ended in a Kiama cafe, the richer for two days in Paradise. + 
- You have probably all hoard that story about dingoes being the descendents of dogs landedby Dutchmon on the North East Coast duringthe seventeenth century. ​Hero is the opinion of Sir Frederick ​'McCoy, well known English Zoologist in his book "The Paleontology of Victoria"​. +The trip to Belmore Falls was exceedingly pretty and uneventful. Some little way before the falls we left out packs at a road junction to be picked up later. We came upon the falls suddenly, and the uninitiated were heard to draw in their respective breaths suddenly, and just as suddenly to let them out in cries of individual appreciation. 
-"Tho dingo was one of the most ancient of the indigenous mammals of the country and abounded as now most + 
-probably long before man appeared. The discovery of its remains in strata with so many axtinet ​genera, the marsupial lion, tho marsupial tiger or wolf, the Tasmanian devil, the marsupial rhinoceros, the Notothorium ​(giant ostrich), the giant kangaroo and wombat establishes it as by far the most ancient of any of the leading families of dogs"​ +Hereat did the camera fiends get to work. These worthy five photographed everything photographable on the trip, as well as all that was not. A grim battle with the sun for illumination ended in us taking a picture of the falls under cloudy conditions, the sun breaking out in full brilliance an instant later. 
-MORE TALK+ 
-On Friday, April 18th, there will be a debate on the +Having seen the sights, which took no little time, we repaired to our packs and proceeded down the other road. This rapidly degenerated into a track, the which we left a little later, describing a wide semi-circle across-country,​ which brought us rather miraculously to the top of the Kangaroo Valley cliffs, just above the track to Yeola. In descending thereto, one Irene suffered a severe abrasion to one leg, although it cannot be said that all the other members of the party arrived at the bottom unscathed. 
-"That Vtgtable Foods are Best," Does vegetarianism vitiate ​vitLiit" ​Is meat-eating immoral? Is it unhealthy? Is it unfair to bullock'​? These gnawing questions, so long argued in the glow of camp-fires, are to be thrashed out in public in the full light of the Club Room. The + 
-+Herein comes the title. Fain would I compose an ode to Yeola, but discretion is the better part of valour. Our yearning palates were tempted whilst still only half way down by luscious blackberries,​ which grew lusciouser as we descended. Energised by these delicious mammoths we charged through a broken fence, and lo! we were in the very garden of Eden. Happily the tempting apple was as yet unripe, as were the fig, peach, plum, pear and quince, else would we have feasted until replete and far beyond. Lemons, though, were ripe and in profusion and these we ate and ate. Those in the know eventually diverted up past the fig tree, between the apples and the rose bush, down a path amidst the blackberries,​ under the willow and on to the Elysian fields. Buffalo grass was our chair, our table and our bed, and eleven happy walkers sat and ate. But that is a delicate subject, which it is as well to pass over. Amidst the stream beside fair Eridanus, frail mortals talked encompassed in their own small spheres of memories, heeding little the all pervading Beauty. 
-Club's most active minds will engage in the all-in debate. Clem Hall- + 
-! strom4 ​supported by Frank Duncan and Ray Kirkby,will state the case for the vegetaviansAllan Hardiettogether ​with Kevin Ardill and Wal Roots -will defend the calanivorii.+Morning showed afresh the surrounding gloriesand after more food we sorrowfully took our leave and departed back to the fairly warm and cloudy worldNothowever, without taking due toll of the lemon trees. And at this juncture may I extol the frying ​of unimaginative,​ insipid, tasteless and practically inedible ​beef sausages in lemin juice. Why buy pork sausages under those conditions! 
 + 
 +Slowly we wended our way uphill, ​ever uphill, amongst tall and stately trees, and grassy patches, the ubiquitous lemon and the iniquitous ​blackberry, towards Carrington Falls. ​Belmore ​falls, we discovered, were a crying ​shame. It took two photographs to get in all of Carrington ​Falls, and the profusion of swimmable ​pools above it put Belmore Falls right out of mind. 
 + 
 +After dallying there an hour or so we set forth and after much eating of lemins and meandering from the main track we came to a sawmill ​in Jamboroo ​Road, hard by the headwaters of Kangaroo River. ​From here it was just plain roadbash ​to the cliff edge above the ridge leading down into Jamberoo. The leader came in for a small measure of unpopularityas in his zeal he had insisted ​we carry water from Carrington Falls onwards. How many flowing creeks we crossed from thereon, I fail to recollect. 
 + 
 +We rested ​at the cliff edge and lunched. Before us were the coastlands from Port Kembla ​to Kiama spread out like a map. To the south the clouds were thickening and loweringLunch soon completed, we followed ​the power lines over the cliff and commenced the descent of the ridge. This can be done at a very respectable speed, but some not being so sure on their feet, our pace remained moderate. Two hundred feet down, it started to drizzle. ​Groundsheets ​and capes were donned, and the descent continued until we came on a fenceAs we had decided to cut down the hillside to Minnamurra Falls at some place or other, we took the opportunity and went down. 
 + 
 +But not just like that. Oh, no. Nature took a hand and provided us with a 45° earthy slopewhich lower down became densely bushy, and at a still lower level was covered with lantana. This last we started ​walking through, then over, but finally under. ​Emerging ​gasping from the struggle, we stood at the and of the Falls roadThereon sat a bus which ingested all our packs, whilst ​we engaged ​on a twenty minute trip to the falls and back. And of course ​it rained. Bar two adventurers nearly missing ​the bus, we ended in a Kiama cafe, the richer for two days in Paradise. 
 + 
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 + 
 +You have probably all heard that story about dingoes being the descendents of dogs landed by Dutchmon on the North East Coast during the seventeenth century. ​Here is the opinion of Sir Frederick McCoy, well known English Zoologist in his book "The Paleontology of Victoria"​. 
 + 
 +"The dingo was one of the most ancient of the indigenous mammals of the country and abounded as now most probably long before man appeared. The discovery of its remains in strata with so many extinct ​genera, the marsupial lion, tho marsupial tiger or wolf, the Tasmanian devil, the marsupial rhinoceros, the Nototherium ​(giant ostrich), the giant kangaroo and wombat establishes it as by far the most ancient of any of the leading families of dogs"​ 
 + 
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 + 
 +====More Talk.==== 
 + 
 +On Friday, April 18th, there will be a debate on the subject ​"That Vtgtable Foods are Best." Does vegetarianism vitiate ​vitality? ​Is meat-eating immoral? Is it unhealthy? Is it unfair to bullocks? These gnawing questions, so long argued in the glow of camp-fires, are to be thrashed out in public in the full light of the Club Room. The Club's most active minds will engage in the all-in debate. Clem Hallstrom, ​supported by Frank Duncan and Ray Kirkby, will state the case for the vegetarians. Allan Hardie, together ​with Kevin Ardill and Wal Roots will defend the carnivorii. 
 + 
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 THE FRENCHMAN'​S CAP. THE FRENCHMAN'​S CAP.
 a:NZ. Garradi a:NZ. Garradi
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