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-SYDNEY OR THE BUSH.
+=====Sydney Or The Bush.=====
-Report on the Club's 25th Birthday Parties. PART I. SYDNEY.
-There was a sound of revelry by night And S.B.W. had gathered then .."
+Report on the Club's 25th Birthday Parties.
-Well, about 180 S.B.W. and friends gathered at the "Dungowan"
-for the more conventional City celebration on the night of 0Otober 17th With the punctuality of walkers joining a train for the bush, there was an assemblage in Martin Place ready to storm the "Dungowan" at the tick of 9 p.m, We were welcomed by the President and his lady, and we were very taken with Malcolm's formal rig, complete with tails.
+====Part I. Sydney.====
-A goodly sprinkling of the old members appeared for the occasion. Apart from those who are still frequent visitors to the Club Room, we
-recognised Frances Ramsey, Frank Cramp, Ken Matthews, Harold and Win Chardon and several others whose names elude us at this critical
+"There was a sound of revelry by night\\
-moment. Bill Rodgers introduced a red herring by bringing his Mother and Father, and we were at first sorely taxed to identify them as old members. Dorothy Lawry and Charles Pryde sent their regards to the Club, and Paddy Pallin his regrets that he was absent on medical advice.
+And S.B.W. had gathered then..."
-Clem Hallstrom opened the gustatory part of the celebrations by devouring a rose from our table. Ken Meadows didn't bother to bring a partner, having his newest love, his movie camera, to keep
-him occupied. For the cake-cutting ceremony a foundation member,
+Well, about 180 S.B.W. and friends gathered at the "Dungowan" for the more conventional City celebration on the night of 0Otober 17th. With the punctuality of walkers joining a train for the bush, there was an assemblage in Martin Place ready to storm the "Dungowan" at the tick of 9 p.m. We were welcomed by the President and his lady, and we were very taken with Malcolm's formal rig, complete with tails.
-Maurice Berry, and the most recently ordained member, Barbara Greethead, joined forces. The cake itself was a noble affair, a three-tiered structure with figurettes of bushwalkers, and surmounted
-by a minute green tent, a campfire, tripod aid billy. It was a
+A goodly sprinkling of the old members appeared for the occasion. Apart from those who are still frequent visitors to the Club Room, we recognised Frances Ramsey, Frank Cramp, Ken Matthews, Harold and Win Chardon and several others whose names elude us at this critical moment. Bill Rodgers introduced a red herring by bringing his Mother and Father, and we were at first sorely taxed to identify them as old members. Dorothy Lawry and Charles Pryde sent their regards to the Club, and Paddy Pallin his regrets that he was absent on medical advice.
-magnificent Birthday gift to the Club from a friend of Molly Gallard and Bill Rodgers, Mrs. Newton, Who unfortunately couldn't be there to
-see the enthusiasm of S.B.W.
+Clem Hallstrom opened the gustatory part of the celebrations by devouring a rose from our table. Ken Meadows didn't bother to bring a partner, having his newest love, his movie camera, to keep him occupied. For the cake-cutting ceremony a foundation member, Maurice Berry, and the most recently ordained member, Barbara Greethead, joined forces. The cake itself was a noble affair, a three-tiered structure with figurettes of bushwalkers, and surmounted by a minute green tent, a campfire, tripod and billy. It was a magnificent Birthday gift to the Club from a friend of Molly Gallard and Bill Rodgers, Mrs. Newton, who unfortunately couldn't be there to see the enthusiasm of S.B.W.
-From the enthusiasm and comment of those better qualified to
-;5,
+From the enthusiasm and comment of those better qualified to judge, the floor and band were adequate, and this time the "Dungowan" P.A. system functioned properly.
-judge, the floor and band were adequate, and this time the "Dungowan" P.A. system functioned properly.
-Practically all present remained to the last moment, when the band leader, in farewell, made the faux pas of the evening with his well-intended Goodbye and happy HIKING".
+Practically all present remained to the last moment, when the band leader, in farewell, made the faux pas of the evening with his well-intended "Goodbye and happy HIKING".
-PART II. THE BUSH.
-In all the tumult it is doubtful if there was any one so statistically minded as to take a count of the heads at the Bush Party. It would have been an unenviable job, for we recognised member
+====Part II. The Bush.====
-of three Clubs apart from our awn people end the hosts - the Caloola
-members. There were droves of children - in our immediate vicinity were the Noble kiddies, the Moppetts, the Gilroy daughter, Paul Barnes No.1 son and little Josie, the Bakers' children and Jack Gentles lad - and there were others we never got around to identifying. In the
+In all the tumult it is doubtful if there was any one so statistically minded as to take a count of the heads at the Bush Party. It would have been an unenviable job, for we recognised members of three Clubs apart from our own people and the hosts - the Caloola members. There were droves of children - in our immediate vicinity were the Noble kiddies, the Moppetts, the Gilroy daughter, Paul Barnes No.1 son and little Josie, the Bakers' children and Jack Gentle's lad - and there were others we never got around to identifying. In the absence of stockmen or tally clerks, we can only take a stab at the number and say about 150 were present for the Camp Fire.
-absence of stockmen or tally clerks, we can only take a stab at the number and say about 150 were present for the Camp Fire.
-Your reporter arrived with Colin Ferguson at the head of the batch off the 12.9 train: having slightly mislaid the short cut
+Your reporter arrived with Colin Ferguson at the head of the batch off the 12.9 train: having slightly mislaid the short cut shown on Allen Strom's map, we arrived at Dillon's via the Basalt Quarry, to find the camp site was a lovely spot with cool green pastures, picturesque old shanties and some delightful cabbage tree palms. Already some tents were up, and we were waved in by Wal Roots and Bill Rodgers. The Putt motor cycle was down by the creek.
-shown on Allen Strom's map, we arrived at Dillon's via the Basalt
-Quarry, to find the can site was a lovely spot with cool green
+Throughout the afternoon people moved in steadily, and as each group descended the ridge from the huts, the old Era game of "identifications" was played. Shadows crept down from the timber on the slopes, and with it a strange caterwauling from a small secretive group hidden behind lantana in a tumbledown stockyard. After night had mantled the valley, a host of small fires ruddied the bank of smoke hovering in the calm, dewy air. A few belated ones made a torch-light procession down the slope.
-pastures, picturesque old shanties aid some delightful cabbage tree palms. Already some tents were up, and we were waved in by Wal Roots and Bill Rodgers. The Putt motor cycle was down by the creek.
-Throughout the afternoon people moved in steadily, and as each group descended the ridge from the huts, the old Era game of "identifications" was played. Shadows crept down from the timber
+Duly at 8 p.m. voices chanted "Fires Burning", and it was aided by a libation of dieseline. As the throng gathered, we discovered that the S.B.W. Film Unit was there in strength, complete with pressure lamps, tins of oil, and flashlights. Dot Butler was clawing her way up a palm, but gave it away after some fifteen or twenty feet, and was heard to complain of splintery going.
-on the slopes, and with it a strange caterwauling from a small
-secretive group hidden behind lantana in a tumbledown stockyard. After night had mantled the valley, a host of small fires ruddied the bank of siwke hovering in the calm, dewy air. A few belated ones made a torch-light procession down the slope.
+We began with traditional campfire singing but, despite the best endeavours of compere Gil Webb, the community was indifferent and played hard to get, spending its efforts in calling directions to new arrivals and chattering volubly. It must be admitted, however, that a proper pin-dropping silence was observed while Joe Turner's younger daughter spoke some verse by Kendall.
-Duly at 8 p.m. voices chanted "Fires Burning", and it was-aided
-by a libation of dieseline. As the throng gathered, we discovered
+Then the hush-hush colony from the hillside revealed their fell purpose. They were the S.B.W. Light Opera Company, with a musical offering - score mostly by the late Sir Arthur Sullivan, libretto by several members, notably Pat Sullivan (no relation to Sir A.,) and the McGregors.
-that the S.B.W. Film Unit was there in strength, complete with pressure
-lamps, tins of oil, and flashlights. Dot Butler was clawing her way
+From the performer's viewpoint, we seemed to be off the tune most of the time in trying to get the words over: at least the words apparently reached most of the audience, who witnessed a highly coloured version of the last Instructional Walk, complete with leader Eddie Stratton in strife with the Station Master (Brian Harvey) over her missing "tic-ticket, tic-ticket, tic-ticket": also a "skulking great scoundrel with broad Scottish brogue" (President McGregor) who "pulled on the chain in the train" and incurred the wrath of the engine driver ("A most unattractive old goat, tra-la"): dietetic solos by Yvonne Renwick and Pat Sullivan told of their "breakfast in bed": Ed. Stretton presented the first aid lecture, and Malcolm McGregor emphasised that "the contour is the thing" in the mapping talk: and, of course, there was the luckless Treasurer (played by Gil Webb in Phil Mason's absence) with Ross Laird for the vocal interludes: and the wicked villain (Neil Schafer) - "note my black moustache, my evil roving eye" - who smote the Treasurer with a rock, only to be foiled again. The opera did not draw the moral that Treasurers are hard-headed and hard-hearted, but threatened the audience "if we find a Treasurer dead, we'll nominate you instead" and all ended happily.
-up a palm, but gave it away after some fifteen or twenty feet, and was heard to complain of splintery going.
-We began with traditional campfire singing but, despite the
+We resumed community singing with Ian Dalgleish leading aad playing the guitar, and the voices were more animated this time. A Will Ogilvy verse by the other Turner daughter, more singing, then an interruption to allow Committee to hold an extraordinary Meeting - surely the most extraordinary meeting ever held. The assemblage must have been impressed by the dignified manner in whict the Cat problem was dealt with, and the somewhat less dignified interview with a prospective member.
-best endeavours of compere Gil Webb, the community was indifferent
-and played hard to get, spending its efforts in calling directions to
+There were other acts prepared, but at this stage the Supper Committee, represented by Bill Rodgers, Molly Gallard and Colin Ferguson, indicated that the cake-'n-cocoa were to hand. At this stage, the organised part of the campfire came to an and, and the Film Unit commenced to operate. Producer/Cameraman Ken Meadows, with Director/Technical Assistant Keith Renwick, and a horde of counsellors, yes-men and critics in best Hollywood tradition, fluttered about the battery of lamps like so many agitated moths, holding light meters to necks, wind-jackets and noses, and calling conflicting directions. To a backdrop of old members eagerly talking with other old members, and newer members doing much the same, the Film Unit shot the highlights of the Opera. Some of the performers sang snatches of their limes, others mimed in silence. Then it was found that there wasn't enough light for the long shots, which were deferred until daylight, and the cameramen proceeded to film carefully staged applause by individual members of the "audience".
-new arrivals and chattering volubly, It must be admitted, however, that a proper pin-dropping silence was observed while Joe Turner's younger daughter spoke some verse by Kendall.
-Then the hush-hush colony from the hillside revealed their fell
+The trek to bed commenced at this time - about 11 p.m. - and continued for the next eight hours. Some small campfiries were built up and breakaway groups began their personal celebrations. Around the main fire the Pyrotechnics group took over, with several small explosions but (fortunately for the peace of the evening) the threatened big blast was a fizzer - only the detonator blew. Jim Hooper was seen taking surreptitious swigs from a bottle, and spitting it out over a lighted match, with convincing ignition. He was obliged to repeat several times before the cameras caught it, because he couldn't say "ready" with his mouth full of - was it only common kerosene, or Peter Stitt's jungle juice?
-purpose. They were the S.B.W. Dight Opera Company, with 6, musical
-offering - score mostly by the late Sir Arthur Sullivan, libretto by several members, notably Pat Sullivan (no relation to Sir A.,)and
+Between 1 a.m. and 3 a.m. the group dwindled to the die-hards, who died exceedingly hard. All through the night and into the dawning they sang on and on, to the chagrin of some who tossed on their couch of turf unsleeping. There were rumours next day of some tents being let down during the night - not funny on a very dewy night.
-the McGregors,
-.
+Breakfast was generally belated and spread over several hours. Folk wandered about talking, some looking a mite dazed. Some time after nine o'clock we saw the Gilroys pull out, and presently others - the Deans bound back to Melbourne, the Turners for Armidale, and many of those with young families. Fraternising was the order of the day - a brilliant sunny day, with some woolly clouds driven up before a brisk nor'-easter. Presently the Film Unit resumed, and in a series of "takes" covered the chorus and action scenes from the Opera. The comment of the weekend came from villain Neil Schafer, after he had again "smashed down" the Treasurer: carefully removing the rock from the skull of the prone victim, he observed "Wonderful what you find when you turn stones over!"
-From the performer's viewpoint, we seemed to be off the -tune most of the time in trying to get the word's over: at least the words apparently reached most of the audience, who witnessed a highly coloured version of the last Instructional Walk, complete with leader
-Eddie Stratton in strife with the Station Master (Brian Harvey) over
+A group returned from a visit to the swimming hole beyond the huts, Bill Kinley entertained with some pseudo-Shakespeare and the evergreen "Kinley Clam Clamp Closet" monologue, and a steady stream of re-uners retreated over the hill. All seemed resolved to get home early, so that by two o'clock few tents blossomed on the pasture of Springvale.
-her missing "tic-ticket, tic-ticket, tic-ticket": also a "skulking great scoundrel with broad Scottish brogue" (President McGregor) who pulled on the chain in the train and incurred the wrath of the
-engine driver ("A most unattractive old goat, tra-la"): dietetic
+The big crowd went out in diverse ways. Some had their cars along the trail: some were given lifts: some travelled on the Caloola truck: and some foot-slogged back to Woy Woy. All in all there must have been sixty or seventy walkers dwelling on the first train for Sydney, and most of them managed to drag themselves into its crowded cars.
-solos by Yvonne Renwick and Pat Sullivan told of their "breakfast in bed": Ed. Stretton presented the first aid lecture, and Malcolm McGregor emphasised that 'the contour is the thine in the mapping talk: and, of course, there was the luckless Treasurer (played by Gil Webb-in Phil Mason's absence) with Ross Laird for the vocal interludes: and the wicked villain (Neil Schafer) - "note my black moustache, my evil roving eye" - who mote the Treasurer with a rock, only to be foiled again. The opera did not draw the moral that Treasurers are hard-headed and hard-hearted,- but threatened the audience "if we find a Treasurer dead, we'll nominate you instead" and all ended happily0
-We resumed community singing with Ian Dalgleish leading aad playing' the guitar, and the voices were more.animated this time.- A Will Ogilvy verse by the otherTurner daughter, more singing, then an interruption to allow Committee to hold an extraordinary Meeting 7 surely the most extraordinary meeting ever held. The assemblage must have been impreSsed by the dignified manner in whidt the Cat problem was dealt with, ard the somewhat less dignified interview with a prospective member..
+But ah! The train was stopped on the track, tra-la! - and not by some scoundrel pulling on the chain. A freight train had failed near Mt. Kuring-gai, and the Reuner Special came to a stand near Berowra... and stood... and stood... and stood... Some walkers crawled out, scrounged hot water from the engine, and made tea (one even caught up with his meals, by eating his breakfast corn flakes!). Altogether they waited over an hour, but of this we cannot give faithful report, for we fled the stuffy carriages, lit out for the road, and a truck load of fishermen did the decent thing as far as Hornsby.
-There were other acts prepared, but at this stage the HSupper Committee, represented by Bill Rodgers, Molly Gallard and Colin Ferguson, indicated that the cake-'n-cocoa were to hand. At this stage, the organised part of the campfire cane to an and, and the-Film Unit commenced to operate. Producer/Cameraman Ken Meadows, with Director/Technical Assistant Keith Renwick, and a horde of counsellors yes-men and critics in best Hollywood tradition, fluttered.about the battery of lamps like zo many agitated moths', holding light meters to necks, wind-jackets ma noses, and calling conflicting directions. To a backdrop of old members eagerly talking with other old heMbers, and newer members doing much the same, the, Film Unit shot the highlights of the Opera. Some of the performers sang snatches of their limes, others mimed in silence. Then it was 'fand that there wasn't enough light for the long shots, which were deferred until daylight', and the cameramen proceeded to film carefully staged applause by individual
-members of the "audience".
+It was a jolly good Re-union. The only trouble was, it was over. When shall we re-une like this again?
-The trek to bed commenced at this time - about 11 - and
-continued for the next eight hours. Some small campfiries were bzilt up and breakaway groups began their personal celebrations. Arouna the main fire the Pyrotechnics group took over, with several small
+----
-explosions but (fortunately for the peace of the evening) the threat-- -
-ened big blast was a fizzer - only the detonator,bleW., Jim Hooper was seen taking surreptitious swigs from a bottleiand s'pitting out over a ,lighted match, with convincing ignition''' 'was obliged to repeat several times before the cameras caught it, because he
+====Look At Your Sleeping Bag.====
-. couldn't say f'ready" with his mouth full of - was it only common
-kerosene, or Peter Stitt's jungle juice?
+Did you bring your sleeping bag back from the bush party? Did you bring some one else's sleeping back back?
-Between 1 a.m. and 3 a.m. the group dwindled to the die-hards, whe
-died exceedingly hard. All through the night and into the dawning
+Some one did.
-they sang on and on, to the chagrin of some who tossed on their couch of turf unsleeping. There were rumours next day of some tents being
-let down during the night - not funny on a very dewy night. Breakfast was generally belated aid spread over several hours.
+If you are the guilty one, please contact the Editor, who will arrange for the necessary exchange.
-Folk wandered about talking, some looking a mite dazed. Some time after nine o'clock we saw the Gilroys pull out, and presently others -
-the Deans bound back to Melbourne, the Turners for Armidale, End many of those with young fan ilies. Fraternising was the order of the day -
+----
-a brilliant sunny day, with some woollyclouds driven up before a brisk/
-nor'-easter. Presently the Film Unit resumed, and in a series of P'take s" covered the chorusand action scenes from the Opera. The comment of the weekend care from villain Neil Schafer, after he had
-again "smashed down" the Treasurer: carefully removing the rock from the skull of the prone victim, he observed "Wonderful what you find
-when you turn stones over!"
-A group returned from a visit to the swimming hole beyond the
-huts, Bill.Kinley entertained with some pseudo-Shakespeare and the
-evergreen ''Kinley Clam Clamp Closet" monologue, and a steady stream of reuners retreated over the hill. All seemed resolved to get home early, so that by two o'clock few tents blossomed on the pasture of Springvale.
-The big crowd went out in divers ways. Some had their cars along
-the trail: some were given lifts: some travelled on the Caloola
-truck: and some foot-slogged back to Woy Woy. All in all there must
-have been sixty or seventy walkers dwelling on the first train for Sydney, and most of them managed to drag themselves into its crowded cars. -
-But ah: The train was stopped on the track, tra-1al - and not by some scoundrel pulling on the chain. A freight train had failed near Mt. Kuring-gai, and the Reuner Special came to a stand near Berowra... and stood and stood .. and stood... Some walkerm crawled out, scrounged hot water from the engine, and made tea (one even caught up with his meals, by eating his breakfast corn flakes!). Altogether they waited over an hour, but of this we cannot give faithful report, for we fled the stuffy carriages, lit out for the road, and a truck load of fishermen did the decent thing as far as Hornsby.
-It was a jolly good Re-union. The only trouble was, it was aver. When shall we re-uric like this again?
-Mem1110.11.11111=1....111111111111113111
-LOOK AT YOUR SLEEPING BAG.
---157L YOU BITY=YOUR SLEEPING BAG BACK FROM THE BUSH PARTY? DID YOU BRING SOME ONE ELSE'S SLEEPING BAG BACK? SOME ONE DID.
-IF YOU ARE THE GUILTY ONE, PLEASE CONTACT THE EDITOR, WHO WILL ARRANGE FOR THE NECESSARY EXCHANGE.
-.
 THE DILLop HUTS (SPRINGVAp).
 By Allen Strom.