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-DID THE DUCKS EAT YOUR RICE?
+=====Did The Ducks Eat Your Rice?=====
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-There has been quite a song and dance lately about the failure of the rice crop - which failure has been attributed to the depredations of ducks. Talking with Allen Strom the other night we heard a rather different story, along these lines
+There has been quite a song and dance lately about the failure of the rice crop - which failure has been attributed to the depredations of ducks. Talking with Allen Strom the other night we heard a rather different story, along these lines:
-(1) So far as the Wakool area was concerned it would have been a poor crop anyhow, mostly because of drought.
-(2) When the young rice was growing in the flooded irrigation bays the poverty of the crop resulted in large areas of open water being left.
+  - So far as the Wakool area was concerned it would have been a poor crop anyhow, mostly because of drought.
-(3) Various wild fowl landed on this open water - particularly
+  - When the young rice was growing in the flooded irrigation bays the poverty of the crop resulted in large areas of open water being left.
-the so-called "black duck (actually a variety of goose)
+   - Various wild fowl landed on this open water - particularly the so-called "black duck" (actually a variety of goose) which can land only on open water. Where the rice was growing thickly, the black duck could not land. The lure of open water brought many birds to the rice growing area.
-which can land only on open water. Where the rice was
+  - In landing and taking off the birds did cause some damage to the crop.
-growing thickly, the black duck could not land. The lure
+  - Some rice was eaten by the birds but it is virtually certain that the crop was a failure even before they appeared.
-of open water brought many birds to the rice growing area.
-(4) In landing and taking off the birds did cause some damage to the crop.
+All of which goes to show that, if you want to organise an open season against some particular creature, it isn't difficult to transform it into a pest. And you can't expect the gunman to distinguish between species which are numerous (such as the "black duck") and those in danger of extinction (the red-eyed duck and teal duck, for instance). It all goes to make creature protection a very complex business.
-(5) Some rice was eaten by the birds but it is virtually certain that the crop was a failure even before they appeared.
-All of which goes to show that, if you want to organise an open season against some particular creature, it isn't difficult to transform it into a pest. And you can't expect the gunman to dispinguish between species which are numerous (such as the 'black duck") and those in danger of extinction (the red-eyed duck and teal duck, for instance). It all goes to make creature protection a very complex business.
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-The outer wrapping of newspaper around our luncheon sandwiches the other day proved to be a rSunday Sun", vintage.28/10/1951. It contained a report that a London accountant was offering for sale the original, genuine hunting horn used by John Peel. Vie seem to recall that walkers have been urged to carry horns (J. Peel type) for summoning aid when lost, and this seems an opportunity for some walker to be a thorough snob. The news item concludes: 'The horn is buckled and battered around the ba.se. Huntsmen say this means Peel must have used it for opening gates.h Provided that the horn can also be used for shutting gates, as set out in the Code of Ethics, we feel the idea may have some merit after all.
-R1DPN
+The outer wrapping of newspaper around our luncheon sandwiches the other day proved to be a "Sunday Sun", vintage 28/10/1951. It contained a report that a London accountant was offering for sale the original, genuine hunting horn used by John Peel. We seem to recall that walkers have been urged to carry horns (J. Peel type) for summoning aid when lost, and this seems an opportunity for some walker to be a thorough snob. The news item concludes: "The horn is buckled and battered around the base. Huntsmen say this means Peel must have used it for opening gates." Provided that the horn can also be used for shutting gates, as set out in the Code of Ethics, we feel the idea may have some merit after all.
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+Ha! Ha! Ha! They all thought they were going to walk down the Nattai River, but I fooled them! Of course, I couldn't give the full facts in the Walks Programme. How do you think Committee would have reacted if they had read "Conducted tour of little-known railway stations, Southern Line, Mileage 4, to WET. 5.10 train to Colo Vale" as the official weekend walk for Anzac?
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+Amazingly, there were 12 in the party when the 5.10 hurtled out of Central so abruptly as to shed a pack from the rack. Reading from the engine in a northerly direction, we were Frank Rigby and prospective Brian Anderson: Neil Schafer (quote "full of strange oaths and bearded like a Blue Mountains explorer" (misquote): Gladys Roberts, prospective George Gray, Edna Garrad (with pack descending immediately above), Wyn MacKenzie, Jean and Brian Harvey, Bill Cosgrove, Kath (the missus) and we, the august (neither July nor even September) leader and editorial plurality. The night was fine, and the other eleven poor dopes thought they were going to have a pleasant walk. Ho! Ho! Ho!
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-Hal Ha!-Hal They all thought they were going to walk down the Nattai River, but I fooled them! Of course, I couldn't give the full facts in the Walks Programme. How do you think Committee would have reacted if they had read "Conducted tour of little-known railway stations, Southern Line, Mileage 4, to WET. 5.10 train to Colo Vale" as the official weekend walk for Anzac?
-Amazingly, there were 12 in the party;vihen the 5.10 hurtled
-out of Central so abruptly as to shed a pack from the rack. Reading from the engine in a northerly direction, we wore Frank Rigby and prospective Brian Anderson: Neil Schafer (quote. full of strange oaths and bearded like a Blue Mountains explorer' (misquote): Gladys Roberts, prospective George Gray, Edna Garrad (with pack descending immediately above), Wyn.MacKenzie, Jean and Brian Harvey, Bill Cosgrove, Kath (the missus) and we, the august (neither July nor even September) leader and editorial plurality. The night was fine,,and the other eleven poor dopes thought they were going to have a pleasant walk. Ho! Ho! Ho!
 It was nice going to Picton when some five hundred people boarded the tin hare (rail motor) for the loop line. In all the confusion some poor belated soul was battling to enter the front door and a character with a rifle told him patronisingly, "All right, mate, we're going to squeeze up and let you in". Said the latecomer "You'd better. You won't move till I do". We made way for our driver.
-The tin hare made heavy weather up the grade, shedding its human freight at various stops and leaving not more than a couple mortally
-crushed on the floor. To my dismay the stars were bright in the crispnight when we piled out at Colo Vale. It looked as though we should
+The tin hare made heavy weather up the grade, shedding its human freight at various stops and leaving not more than a couple mortally crushed on the floor. To my dismay the stars were bright in the crisp night when we piled out at Colo Vale. It looked as though we should actually have to walk down the Nattai, but cleverly disguising my chagrin I led the party along a darksome country road, halting after about a mile and a half to point out our water supply for the night: we would camp on the slopes beyond (we crossed four more creeks after leaving our water point).
-actually have to walk down the Nattai, but cleverly disguising my chagrin I led- the party along a darksome country road, halting after about a mile and a half to point out our water supply for the night: we would camp on the slopes beyond (we crossed faxb more creeks after leaving our water point).
-The camp site was a little trouncer. Scrubby, with sand and stone, which was either too soft for tent pegs or rejected them altogether, it was the perfect "first-night-out l spot. So, a cup of tea and to bed, while a kind of misty rain drifted down from an apparently cloudless sky. During the night the wind got up, blowing rain-laden clouds out of the south, and When I went the rounds at 6.30 a.m. it was clear that Edna and Wyn at least had "hadh'it. Faintly writhIng bodies were moulded againEt the slceked green japara, and a steady tide washed through their sagging tent. The Harveys and Gladys Roberts were in little better case. I proposed a strategic withdrawal to Colo Vale Station, and rubbed my hands together - the victims probably thoughbI was cold.
+The camp site was a little trouncer. Scrubby, with sand and stone, which was either too soft for tent pegs or rejected them altogether, it was the perfect "first-night-out" spot. So, a cup of tea and to bed, while a kind of misty rain drifted down from an apparently cloudless sky. During the night the wind got up, blowing rain-laden clouds out of the south, and when I went the rounds at 6.30 a.m. it was clear that Edna and Wyn at least had "had" it. Faintly writhing bodies were moulded against the sleeked green japara, and a steady tide washed through their sagging tent. The Harveys and Gladys Roberts were in little better case. I proposed a strategic withdrawal to Colo Vale Station, and rubbed my hands together - the victims probably thought I was cold.
-The windy downpour continued as Wyn and Edna withdrew, then Gladys, then Bill Cosgrove, Kath and Myself in that order, followed by the Harvey menage. The younger males were of sterner stuff and elected to stay on for a time. I earnestly entreated them to consider the certain flooded state of the Nattai, and urged them not to proceed to the river. Why, they might elude inc and actually do the walk as Drogrammed!
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+The windy downpour continued as Wyn and Edna withdrew, then Gladys, then Bill Cosgrove, Kath and Myself in that order, followed by the Harvey menage. The younger males were of sterner stuff and elected to stay on for a time. I earnestly entreated them to consider the certain flooded state of the Nattai, and urged them not to proceed to the river. Why, they might elude me and actually do the walk as programmed!
-Back on the platform we found a welter of wet tents and groundsheets, sodden sleeping bags and socks. In all the rot there was one bright spot - across the road in a shed four men had a fire going and as we arrived, soverally, we despatched our lubras to obtain
-billies of tea. Apparently we drained their supply of water as
+Back on the platform we found a welter of wet tents and groundsheets, sodden sleeping bags and socks. In all the rot there was one bright spot - across the road in a shed four men had a fire going and as we arrived, severally, we despatched our lubras to obtain billies of tea. Apparently we drained their supply of water as rapidly as it heated. By the time the rearguard of four men oozed into the station and joined the tea queue we had elicited that one of our benefactors had no front teeth (probably through gnashing them at his own tea-less state).
-rapidly as it heated. By the time the rearguard of four men oozed into the station and joined the tea queue we had elicited that one of our
-benefactors had no front teeth (probably through gnashing them at his own tea-less state)0
+I was in my element. The tour proper had started, and as we swung into our new environment, Neil carefully read aloud from the Railway By-Laws exhibited, to discover there was no regulation concerning lighting of fires on railway stations. We discussed future movements. There was a rail motor south to Mittagong about 1 p.m., another north bound at 4.23. Whichever way, you still joined the main line train due in Central at 7.5 p.m. That is, if we were going to Sydney. I was urged to make an official statement, as leader, then checked and told to appoint a spokesman. At this moment great excitement because the sun had been sighted - well, a dim brightness where the sun should be. Then the debate on which way to travel was resumed, until Bill Cosgrove, in his best general meeting manner, pinned us down to "Mittagong or else". He almost told us we were wasting our time.
-was in my element. The tour proper had started, and as we swung into our new environment, Neil carefully read aloud from the
-Railway By-Laws exhibited, to discover there was no regulation
+At this a breakaway element declared itself for Mittagong (this group embraced those with sodden sleeping gear mostly). Although Mittagong station was not included in my itinerary, I had not the heart to say them nay. The rest of us resolved to play at Captain Stayput until the 4.23 motor, when we would go up to Couridjah if the weather had improved. This, ostensibly with the idea of carrying out a curtailed walk, but actually, of course, to add another station to the day's bag.
-concerning lighting of fires on railway stations. We discussed future movements. There was a rail motor south to Mittagong about 1 p.m.,
-another north bound at 4.23. Whichever way, you still joined the main line train due in Central at 7.5 p.m. That is, if we were going to Sydney. I was urged to make an official statement, as leader, then checked and told to appoint a spokesman. At this moment groat excitement because the sun had been sighted - well, a dim brightness whore the sun should be. Then the debate on which way to travel was resumed, until Bill Cosgrove, in his best general meeting manner, pinned us down to "Mittagong or else". He almost told us we were wasting our time.
+As the Mittagong contingent joined the railmotor and bestowed pitying smiles on us, succour came. The local resident who operated as Station Attendant, impressed by the zeal of Cosgrove and Schafer at sweeping out the waiting room, invited us to her home. So the seven who remained sat by an agreeable log fire, swamped down much tea and talked walking - with emphasis on wet weekends, flooded rivers, ice and snow and all sorts of things pleasant in retrospect.
-At this a breakaway element declared itself for Mittagong (this group embraced those with sodden sleeping gear mostly). Although Mittagong station, was not included in my itinerary, I had not the heart to say them nay. The rest of us resolved to play at Captain Stayput until the 4.23 motor, when we would go up to Couridjah if the weather had improved. This, ostensibly with the idea of carrying out a curtailed walk, but actually,of course, to add another station to the day's bag.
-As the Mittagong contingent joined the railmotor and bestowed pitying smiles an us, succour came. The local resident who operated as Station Attendant, impressed by the zeal of Cosgrove and Schafer at sweeping out the waiting room, invited us to her home. So the seven who remained sat by an agreeable log fire, swamped down much tea and talked walking - with emphasis on wet weekends, flooded rivers, ice and snow and all sorts of things pleasant in retrospect.
+The sky was growing clearer and the westerly wind colder as we returned to the platform: the crew of the rail motor greeted us joyously, regaling us with the adventures of the breakaways who had got on to hot soup at Mittagong. This was supposed to make us envious, but we only pitied them for having to return home after seeing only Colo Vale and Mittagong stations. Of course, Mittagong is really so civilised that almost any tourist can "bag" it.
-The sky was growing clearer and the westerly wind colder as we returned to the platform: the crew of the rail motor greeted us joyously, regaling us with the adventures of the breakaways who had
-got on to hot soup at Mittagong. This was supposed to make us envious, but we only pitied them for having to return home after seeing only Colo Vale and Mittagong stations. Of course, Mittagong is really so civilised that almost any tourist can "bag it.
 Couridjah saw us under almost clear sky, and the party swung packs on to shoulders and said "Which way?" They actually believed they were going to walk. I smartly disabused their minds, and pointed to the excellence of the wattle grove beside the station gate. Why, we had only just arrived, and you can't really get to know a station in a couple of minutes.
-.
-Two noble fires burned near Couridjah station that night. The
+Two noble fires burned near Couridjah station that night. The sky was growing brighter, and the fresh, strong wind was veering about, carrying showers of sparks. After chatter around the fires, most of the party elected to trust their tents again but since it seemed likely we should really have to walk in the morning, Kath and I determined to make the most of the station, and we slept on the floor. Nice resilient floor boards at Couridjah.
-sky was growing brighter, and the fresh, strong wind was veering about, carrying showers of sparks. After chatter around the fires, most of the party elected to trust their tents again but since it seemed likely we should really have to walk in the morning, Kath and I determined to make the most of the station, and we slept on the floor. Nice resilient floor boards at Couridjah.
-About midright the rain resumed - gentle misty stuff, growing more concentrated until at dawn it was blowing a ragged gale with scourging showers. We vaguely wondered how the tent crows were fnring and just as I was inspecting the grim scene from the partial shelter of the station awning, George clumped on to the platform. A hint of conjunctivitis, coupled with the repeated dose of storm, had sapped his resolve, and he was giving it away and joining the 6.20 rail motor. Two local residents arrived and discussed the position with us, as we lay in our sleeping bags. The motor came and went, and I said And then there were
+About midright the rain resumed - gentle misty stuff, growing more concentrated until at dawn it was blowing a ragged gale with scourging showers. We vaguely wondered how the tent crews were faring and just as I was inspecting the grim scene from the partial shelter of the station awning, George clumped on to the platform. A hint of conjunctivitis, coupled with the repeated dose of storm, had sapped his resolve, and he was giving it away and joining the 6.20 rail motor. Two local residents arrived and discussed the position with us, as we lay in our sleeping bags. The motor came and went, and I said "And then there were six".
-I worked out the next stage of the trip and went on tour of inspection at 7 a.m. The tentces were much better off than on the previour: morning, but they didn't argue when I referred to bush-bashing on Little River and more flood conditions. It was agreed we should extend the trip to embrace Tahmoor station two miles away on the main line.
-Bill a-id Gladys joined us in no station building for breakfast, while Frank and Neil actually started a fire, and brewed a tea billy for us. At 9 a.m. we were away, to walk a whole two miles, sighting Barge River in flood, dodging express trains in the cuttings near Tahmoor and reaching that station at 9.55. Time for inspection was limited as we joined the Sydney bound train at 10.05, but with three stations in a little over 24 hours we couldn't really complain. About this time the rain finally stopped.
+I worked out the next stage of the trip and went on tour of inspection at 7 a.m. The tentees were much better off than on the previous morning, but they didn't argue when I referred to bush-bashing on Little River and more flood conditions. It was agreed we should extend the trip to embrace Tahmoor station two miles away on the main line.
-You really mustn't miss our next Tour of Stations. It will
-probably be on the Western Line with special reference to such unattended platforms as Hartley Vale, Bullaburra, Warrimoo and Blaxland. Don't miss it! Book now!
+Bill and Gladys joined us in the station building for breakfast, while Frank and Neil actually started a fire, and brewed a tea billy for us. At 9 a.m. we were away, to walk a whole two miles, sighting Bargo River in flood, dodging express trains in the cuttings near Tahmoor and reaching that station at 9.55. Time for inspection was limited as we joined the Sydney bound train at 10.05, but with three stations in a little over 24 hours we couldn't really complain. About this time the rain finally stopped.
-THE WRONG SE(?)
-. Were they on the wrong side? Bob Chapman and team, returning from Anzac Week-end at Colong Caves, were floodbound on the west bank of the Wollondilly until the Monday.
+You really mustn't miss our next Tour of Stations. It will probably be on the Western Line with special reference to such unattended platforms as Hartley Vale, Bullaburra, Warrimoo and Blaxland. Don't miss it! Book now!
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+====The Wrong side (?)====
+Were they on the wrong side? Bob Chapman and team, returning from Anzac Week-end at Colong Caves, were floodbound on the west bank of the Wollondilly until the Monday.
 These lucky people actually eked out their trip to gain two days of brilliant sunshine, while other parties all over the landscape retreated in dismay after a couple of dreary days of rain and gales.
 In such cases who shall say which is the right side of the River?
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-SUMMARY OF THE PROBABLE CAUSES o BUSH FIRES FORT= YEAR 1951/52.
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-(Data from the Annual Report of the N.S. Bushfires Committee for
-the period ending 30/4/52 - reported by Alex Colley.)
+====Summary of the Probable Causes of Bush Fires for the Year 1951/52.====
-PHOTOGRAPHY ! I !
-You press the button, we'll do the rest !
+(Data from the Annual Report of the N.S.W. Bushfires Committee for the period ending 30/4/52 - reported by Alex Colley.)
-Your
-Rollfilms
+|Carelessness:-|Cigarettes, Matches|  173|
-LEICA
+| |Burning Off|  563|
-PHOTO
+| |Camp Fires|  207|
-SERVICE
+| |Domestic|  35|
-Macquarie Place
+| |Other|  117|
-SYDDEY N.S.W.
+|Trains| |  82|
-Finegrain
+|Tractors| |  65|
-Developing
+|Motor Vehicle Exhausts| |  14|
-Sparkling
+|Lightning| |  302|
-Prints
+|Broken glass| |  19|
-Perfect
+|Poison Baits| |  13|
-Enlargements
+|Spontaneous Ignition| |  5|
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+|Other Causes| |  216|
-Leica films
+|Unknown| |  520|
-deserve the
+|TOTAL| |  2334|
-best SERVICE
-Matches
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-Camp Fires
-Domestic  35
+=====Hikers Lost In The Bush.=====
-Other  117
-Trains  82
-Tractors *00 .00  .  65
-Motor Vehicle Exhausts  14
-Lightning    000  302
-Broken nass
-Poison Baits .. 000  13
-Spontaneous Ignition  5
-Other Causes . 000  216
-Unknown 000 0    ... 520
-. 111
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-565 207
-Carelessness:- Cigarettes, Burning Off
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-"HIKERS LOST IN THE BUSH".
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-For me it all began with a !phone call from S R contact nan, Jim Hooper. Could I possibly get away that night to search for a party of scho81 boys three days overdue on a seven days trip down the Cox?" "Yes, providing the Master was agreeable."
-He was (without pay, of course), so after purchasing the requisite hard tack, and cancelling all engagements for the next few days, I made my way to Strathfield Station, from where we were to be driven in Police cars to Katoomba. Jim Hooper and I showed our usual modesty by turning up after the press photographers had pressed the button that put the rest of the S R party on the front page of Wednesday's "Herald".
+For me it all began with a 'phone call from S & R contact nan, Jim Hooper. Could I possibly get away that night to search for a party of school boys three days overdue on a seven days trip down the Cox?" "Yes, providing the Master was agreeable."
-Wentworth Falls in about two hours, there to have our first taste of the Great Press Quiz, and to give Jim a chance to get his face in the late edition. So far our experience of the Press had not been unpleasant, for it wci;ss not until KatoombaPolice Station that we met I'llumboogier and the Red Nosed Reindeer". These two characters were the star turn of the P ress delegation, Rumboogie chewing his pencil, and the Red Nosed Reindeer playing with his camery, (what a waste of a good camera) between swigs from a bottle of O.P. Beenleigh". Swaying
-gently to the murmur of the Police Sergeant's voice Rumboogie endeavour-
+He was (without pay, of course), so after purchasing the requisite hard tack, and cancelling all engagements for the next few days, I made my way to Strathfield Station, from where we were to be driven in Police cars to Katoomba. Jim Hooper and I showed our usual modesty by turning up after the press photographers had pressed the button that put the rest of the S & R party on the front page of Wednesday's "Herald".
-ed to make notes of our plans. His note book was soon filled with the cryptic symbols of true journalism. Each page went something like tbis: "Bu ....... ........
-A cup of tea and we were into'cursleeping bags about 2 a.m. The Station Sergeant had produced blanket n from the cells as underbody, there was plenty of coal for the fire in the Court House, so we must have been the first bushwalkers to be really comfortable before the Judge's dais.
+Wentworth Falls in about two hours, there to have our first taste of the Great Press Quiz, and to give Jim a chance to get his face in the late edition. So far our experience of the Press had not been unpleasant, for it was not until Katoomba Police Station that we met "Rumboogie" and the "Red Nosed Reindeer". These two characters were the star turn of the Press delegation, Rumboogie chewing his pencil, and the Red Nosed Reindeer playing with his camera (what a waste of a good camera) between swigs from a bottle of O.P. "Beenleigh". Swaying gently to the murmur of the Police Sergeant's voice Rumboogie endeavoured to make notes of our plans. His note book was soon filled with the cryptic symbols of true journalism. Each page went something like this: "Bu...............
-Before we settled down, though, Rumboogie came in and spoke kindly to us. It appeared that the Press Moguls in Sydney, comfortable in their well padded chairs, between puffs from their Corona Coronas and sips of Scotch, had andered a photographer, the Red Nosed Reindeer, to go out with one of our parties. Despite Tom Wardhaugh's blank refusal, Rumboogie insisted that the photographer must go. No he had no equipment or food, but with an Army greatcoat and a bottle of rum what more could he want? Anyway, if we wouldn't co-operate with the Press in the enlightenment of the loublic, he would write us up am a "rack of so- and-so no-hopers" who didn't know what we were doing.
-Eventually he left with the promise that his photographer would be waiting to follow us in the morning. Gone, but not forgotten, for just as we dozed off, tteRed Nosed Reindeer" woke us up with two flashlight shot.
+A cup of tea and we were into our sleeping bags about 2 a.m. The Station Sergeant had produced blankets from the cells as underbody, there was plenty of coal for the fire in the Court House, so we must have been the first bushwalkers to be really comfortable before the Judge's dais.
-True to his promisel at 4.15 when' we boiled the billy before starting off without:breakfast, there was aurhadow, waitLrig for us, fully equirped with an unopened bottle of rum. The boot of their car must have been fullr, than S ammy Lee's cellar (Mr. Davey, please notes)
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+Before we settled down, though, Rumboogie came in and spoke kindly to us. It appeared that the Press Moguls in Sydney, comfortable in their well padded chairs, between puffs from their Corona Coronas and sips of Scotch, had ordered a photographer, the Red Nosed Reindeer, to go out with one of our parties. Despite Tom Wardhaugh's blank refusal, Rumboogie insisted that the photographer must go. No, he had no equipment or food, but with an Army greatcoat and a bottle of rum what more could he want? Anyway, if we wouldn't co-operate with the Press in the enlightenment of the public, he would write us up as a "pack of so-and-so no-hopers" who didn't know what we were doing.
-It was planned to send out three parties: Ton Wardhaugh, Norman Allen and Russel Xippax going out along Narrow Neck and down Black Dog: Jim*Hooper, Frank Young and Keith Armstrong going down Kedumba: Eric Dehn, John Thornthwaite and Mr.XT' travelling over King's Tableland. The Sergeant drove us to our respective starting points.
-Tom Wardhaughls party was first out Eollowed by four Press cars.
+Eventually he left with the promise that his photographer would be waiting to follow us in the morning. Gone, but not forgotten, for just as we dozed off, the "Red Nosed Reindeer" woke us up with two flashlight shots.
-thick fog covered everything except the Red Nosed Reindeer's" facial adornment, apd the enthusiasm of one local photographer, whose plaintive cries of Fair go, fellers!" were rapidly left behind in the eerie half-light of dawning. While Tom was delaying the Press on Narrow Neck, the other two parties were setting out from Ihientworth Falls.
-Some two hours after starting along the Tableland we had breakfast, filling the billy from the non-perennial stream flowing along the middle of the road. Breakfast over, we plodded on, mist from Kedumba Valley swirling about us, and preventing the searching plane from seeing anything below.
+True to his promise, at 4.15 a.m., when we boiled the billy before starting off without breakfast, there was our shadow, waiting for us, fully equipped with an unopened bottle of rum. The boot of their car must have been fuller than Sammy Lee's cellar (Mr. Davey, please note!)
-As all who read the news reports know, the searchers, all expert bushmen with extensive knowledge of this wild and ragged country, had to fight their way through the almost impenetrable jungle that covers the area. Well, we battled on, only stopping to accept a lift from a Water Board Land Rover. The driver was going on for another five
-miles and we were chatting so pleasantly that it was a shock when we realised we had travelled several miles past our turn-off. To make it worse, we later discovered that cur turn-off was only a few hundred yards from the point where we had got our lift. Don't blame us altogether - the Tableland now has a network of timber roads connected with the 'Iarragamba Dam project.
+It was planned to send out three parties: Ton Wardhaugh, Norman Allen and Russel Kippax going out along Narrow Neck and down Black Dog: Jim Hooper, Frank Young and Keith Armstrong going down Kedumba: Eric Dehn, John Thornthwaite and Mr. "X" travelling over King's Tableland. The Sergeant drove us to our respective starting points.
-The Press was certainly right about the inhospitable na. ture of the country, because at one timber-getter 's hut we were called in and they could offer us only a cup of tea. Realising it was our duty as bushwalkers to be friendly with the locals, we accepted, and after several cups of tea and hearing of our progress on a radio news bulletin, we battled on.
-When we turned off on to the right track we were joined by two Police constables on a motor cycle and sidecar, and they provided a great exhibition of riding, as the bike wove in and out of the bush. This trick-riding topped off the morning, and the five of us had a
+Tom Wardhaugh's party was first out followed by four Press cars. A thick fog covered everything except the "Red Nosed Reindeer's" facial adornment, and the enthusiasm of one local photographer, whose plaintive cries of "Fair go, fellers!" were rapidly left behind in the eerie half-light of dawning. While Tom was delaying the Press on Narrow Neck, the other two parties were setting out from Wentworth Falls.
-late dry lunch several hundred yards before The Jumpback.
-The cyclists could go no further, so Eric, John and myself, said goodbye to the Police and carried on. By this time tae fog had lifted, and we had a delightful view of the Cam Valley and Mount Solitary wreathed in cloud before we scrambled, 3 lipped and cursed our way down to McMahon's farm, there to be greeted by the (in)famous Norman Allen.
+Some two hours after starting along the Tableland we had breakfast, filling the billy from the non-perennial stream flowing along the middle of the road. Breakfast over, we plodded on, mist from Kedumba Valley swirling about us, and preventing the searching R.A.A.F. plane from seeing anything below.
-Yes, he (they) liad found the lost party, hungry but well, just on the other side of the Policeman Range. Tom and Russel had stayed with the boys to feed- them and get them over the range to Moody's, While he had come on to McMahon's to pick, us up,, hoping we would be
-l8.
+As all who read the news reports know, the searchers, all expert bushmen with extensive knowledge of this wild and ragged country, had to fight their way through the almost impenetrable jungle that covers the area. Well, we battled on, only stopping to accept a lift from a Water Board Land Rover. The driver was going on for another five miles and we were chatting so pleasantly that it was a shock when we realised we had travelled several miles past our turn-off. To make it worse, we later discovered that our turn-off was only a few hundred yards from the point where we had got our lift. Don't blame us altogether - the Tableland now has a network of timber roads connected with the Warragamba Dam project.
-able to go back that night with him. With darkness approaching, however, we decided to stay at McWahon's that night, going up to the boys in the morning and bringing them out to meet the Police rescue party.
+The Press was certainly right about the inhospitable nature of the country, because at one timber-getter's hut we were called in and they could offer us only a cup of tea. Realising it was our duty as bushwalkers to be friendly with the locals, we accepted, and after several cups of tea and hearing of our progress on a radio news bulletin, we battled on.
+When we turned off on to the right track we were joined by two Police constables on a motor cycle and sidecar, and they provided a great exhibition of riding, as the bike wove in and out of the bush. This trick-riding topped off the morning, and the five of us had a late dry lunch several hundred yards before The Jumpback.
+The cyclists could go no further, so Eric, John and myself said goodbye to the Police and carried on. By this time the fog had lifted, and we had a delightful view of the Cox Valley and Mount Solitary wreathed in cloud before we scrambled, slipped and cursed our way down to McMahon's farm, there to be greeted by the (in)famous Norman Allen.
+Yes, he (they) had found the lost party, hungry but well, just on the other side of the Policeman Range. Tom and Russel had stayed with the boys to feed them and get them over the range to Moody's, while he had come on to McMahon's to pick us up, hoping we would be able to go back that night with him. With darkness approaching, however, we decided to stay at McMahon's that night, going up to the boys in the morning and bringing them out to meet the Police rescue party.
 We cooked our tea on Mrs. McMahon's fuel stove and slept on one of their nice soft beds. Such were our hardships.
-Norm was in his element newspo!lers clamouring for hi the boat party had no broken suffering any dire mishaps.' Moody's (about 6 miles away, the school boys. Norm assur telepathy.The 'phone ran hot with all the Sydney s story, and greatly disappoirked because legs, had not been living on wallabies. or All the papers wanted to ring through to long deserted and roofless) to speak to ed them they could - provided they used
-One evening paper wanted to send in jeeps to bring the boys out that night before the Police got there, so ensuring a scoop for the afternoon edition. Despite Mr. McMahon's insistence that it couldn't be done, 12,e was dragged out of bed at five o'clock next morning to the 'phone. This is the ....... (a city newspaper) here.. somewhere in Burragorang, and lost. How do we get to your place?''
+Norm was in his element. The 'phone ran hot with all the Sydney newspapers clamouring for his story, and greatly disappointed because the lost party had no broken legs, had not been living on wallabies or suffering any dire mishaps. All the papers wanted to ring through to Moody's (about 6 miles away, long deserted and roofless) to speak to the school boys. Norm assured them they could - provided they used telepathy.
-Early in the day the first of the Press arrived, a reporter and a photographer, then another reporter, then Rumboogie, with his trousers rolled up, wet to the waist, his shoes slung around his neck, and being led by a photographer from a rival paper. When we saw him approaching, we hurriedly left on our way to the boys, but I had to slip back for a photograph of his countenance. He must have had some hangover the day before:
-Did we rescue the boys? Why was Runboogie wet to the waist? shall have to tell you all this in another charter.
+One evening paper wanted to send in jeeps to bring the boys out that night before the Police got there, so ensuring a scoop for the afternoon edition. Despite Mr. McMahon's insistence that it couldn't be done, he was dragged out of bed at five o'clock next morning to the 'phone. "This is the ....... (a city newspaper) here. We're somewhere in Burragorang, and lost. How do we get to your place?"
-(Mr. X closes this episode an this note. e note that Mr. X does not Xplain why Xperienced Xponents of the Xercise of walking were Xpended on an Xtended Xpedit ion on King's Tableland. The Xoteric may Xclaim at such an Xtraordinary Xhibition, but no doubt the Xigiencies which Xisted made such Xploration Xplicable. We Xpect Mr. X Xecuted his Xcoriating Xploit in Xemplary manner as fitting an X-alks Secretary, X-Membership Secretary and X-Editor).
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+Early in the day the first of the Press arrived, a reporter and a photographer, then another reporter, then Rumboogie, with his trousers rolled up, wet to the waist, his shoes slung around his neck, and being led by a photographer from a rival paper. When we saw him approaching, we hurriedly left on our way to the boys, but I had to slip back for a photograph of his countenance. He must have had some hangover the day before!
--L-it least the gentleman who considers bushwalkers should carry Verey light pistols had the right idea in one respect - he spelt it Very (Special Paddymade lightweight, L.o doubt.
-Remark from Jess Martin on Roaring hind Mountain, vicinity Oolong Caves, on Queen's Birthday weekend: scraped so many plates this weekend, the lyre birds have taken up the sound?.
+Did we rescue the boys? Why was Rumboogie wet to the waist? I shall have to tell you all this in another charter.
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-CONGRATULATIONS TO: 15-CFR-M-Yui-Te-TE-7-
+(Mr. X closes this episode on this note. We note that Mr. X does not Xplain why Xperienced Xponents of the Xercise of walking were Xpended on an Xtended Xpedition on King's Tableland. The Xoteric may Xclaim at such an Xtraordinary Xhibition, but no doubt the Xigiencies which Xisted made such Xploration Xplicable. We Xpect Mr. X Xecuted his Xcoriating Xploit in Xemplary manner as fitting an X-Walks Secretary, X-Membership Secretary and X-Editor).
-Shirley Evans and June 13th.
-Luke Priddle, on Norma Rowan.
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-Betty and Phil Hall, whose daughter Susan was Kevin Dean who embarked on the marital career, his engagement to Marie Barden, sister of
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+At least the gentleman who considers bushwalkers should carry Verey light pistols had the right idea in one respect - he spelt it Very (Special Paddymade lightweight, no doubt).
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+Remark from Jess Martin on Roaring Wind Mountain, vicinity Colong Caves, on Queen's Birthday weekend: "I've scraped so many plates this weekend, the lyre birds have taken up the sound".
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+===Congratulations To:===
+Betty and Phil Hall, whose daughter Susan was born on June 9th.
+Shirley Evans and Kevin Dean who embarked on the marital career, June 13th.
+Luke Priddle, on his engagement to Marie Barden, sister of Norma Rowan.
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 THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME.
 As a result of decisions taken at the June Committee Meeting, members will find that the new Walks Programme (July to October) will be the last of the present series.
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 It is intended to revert to the drill of producing the Walks Programmes on the Club duplicator, but in very different style from the duplicator programmes of 1943-49. It is proposed to produce the new style programme by the photographic-stencil process, in the same way as maps published in the magazine. It is also proposed to use a thin card, similar to that used in present walks programmes - NOT paper. Estimated cost will be about 6 per issue or 18 for each year's programmes.
 A further advantage will be the additional time available for preparation. Because it take  five weeks to obtain the finished work from the printers, the Walks 'ecretary must now have his draft progra== ready for Committee review two months before it begins to operate. It is considered that two or three weeks will be sufficient to produce the programme under the new arrangement.
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-CONTACT,
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-DAILY TOURS BY PARLOR COACH TO TEE WORLD FAMOUS JENOLAN CAVES AND ALL BLUE MOUNTAIN SIGHTS.
-TRANSPORT BY COACHES FOR PARTIES OF BUSH
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 One other important decision touching on the balks Programme has been reached. Attention has been drawn to the fact that, under the present routine, names of officers elected at the March meeting do not app ear on a programme until mid-June. With the accelerated production plan it should be possible (provided the retiring vialks Secretary has prepared most of the next programme) to have a new issue ready by mid- April to cover the period May to August. So the new issues will be
 "January to April