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-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER.
+====== The Sydney Bushwalker. ======
-A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, C/- Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown St., Sydney. Box No.4476, G.P.O., S ydney.
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+A monthly Bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, C/- Ingersoll Hall, 256 Crown St., Sydney. Box No.4476, G.P.O. Sydney.
-No.235 J U N E, 1954 Price 6d.
-Co-Editors: Dot Butler, Boundary Rd., Sales & Subs.: JesS Martin
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- Wahroonga. (JW2208). Typed by Jean Harvey
-Geof Wagg, 19 Mary Street, Blacktown.
+=== No. 235. June, 1954. Price 6d. ===
-Business Manager: Alex Colley Production: Alan Wilson -
-(XAl255). (FY2047).
+|**Co-Editors**|Dot Butler, Boundary Road, Wahroonga (JW2208), Geoff Wagg, 19 Mary Street, Blacktown.|
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+|**Business Manager**|Alex Colley (XA1255).|
-CONTENTS.
+|**Production**|Alan Wilson (FY2047).|
-Page
+|**Sales and Subs**|Jess Martin.|
-Instructional Weekend, by Dot Butler 2
+|**Typed by**|Jean Harvey.|
-Siedlecky's Taxi and Tourist Service (Advert.) 3
-Quiet Goes the Don, by Geof Wagg 4
+===== In This Issue: =====
-At Our Monthly General Meeting 5
-News From the New Zealand Contingent, by Keith Renwick7 Mpu Can Wash In a Billy, by The Conservation
+| | |Page|
-Secretary 8
+|Instructional Weekend|Dot Butler| 2|
-- Cheddar Choppings 8
+|Quiet Goes the Don|Geof Wagg| 4|
-Specifications for Club Room 10
+|At Our Monthly General Meeting| | 5|
-The A.E.M., by Key. Ardill 10
+|News From the New Zealand Contingent|Keith Renwick| 7|
-The Sanitarium Health Food Shop (Advertisement) 11
+|You Can Wash In a Billy|The Conservation Secretary| 8|
-Easter Parade - Part II, by Jim Brown 12
+|Cheddar Choppings| | 8|
-Scenic Motor Tours (Advertisement) 13
+|Specifications for Club Room| |10|
- , Leica Photo Service (Advertisement) 15
+|The A.E.M.|Kev. Ardill|10|
-Federation Notes - May Meeting, by Allen A. Strom 16
+|Easter Parade - Part II|Jim Brown|12|
-The Warrumbunglers, by Geof Wagg 18
+|Federation Notes - May Meeting|Allen A. Strom|16|
-, Letter to the Editor - "Calling All Cars" 19
+|The Warrumbunglers|Geof Wagg|18|
-Winter Comes But Once a Year (Paddy's Advert.) 20
+|Letter to the Editor - "Calling All Cars"| |19|
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-EDITORIAL.
+===== Advertisements: =====
-Our proposed Editorial utterances on the subject of Our Views
-on Publicity or The Duties of Members and Prospectives aa Instructional Walks have devolved into the following fun, so there is no Editorial.
+| |Page|
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+|Siedlecky's Taxi and Tourist Service| 3|
-INSTRUCTIONAL_TEEK-END.
+|Sanitarium Health Food Shop|11|
-- Dot But The Binns? Bonfire Blowout at Euroka.
+|Scenic Motor Tours|13|
-mindarSM muumus +.
+|Leica Photo Service|13|
-The Instructional-cum-Publicity-cum-Cracker-Night week-end was
+|Winter Comes But Once a Year (Paddy's Advert.)|20|
-a sparkling success. There were 44 present, including 4 children but not counting fractions, a reporter from "Woman" and a photographer. Members outnumbered prospectives in the Proportion of about 10 to 1.
+----
+=== Editorial. ===
+Our proposed Editorial utterances on the subject of Our Views on Publicity or The Duties of Members and Prospectives on Instructional Walks have devolved into the following fun, so there is no Editorial.
+----
+===== Instructional Week-End. =====
+- Dot Butler.
+=== The Binns' Bonfire Blowout at Euroka. ===
+The Instructional-cum-Publicity-cum-Cracker-Night week-end was a sparkling success. There were 44 present, including 4 children but not counting fractions, a reporter from "Woman" and a photographer. Members outnumbered prospectives in the Proportion of about 10 to 1.
 On Saturday morning the weather did its dismal best to dampen spirits, but gave up the unequal struggle in the early afternoon so that when the main body stepped off the train at Glenbrook a fine autumn afternoon greeted them. They were soon out to Euroka Clearing, the apprehension felt by some on hearing gun-shots en route being soon allayed when they discovered the early arrivals were only letting off a salvo of bungers.
-Camps were soon established, the slum down by the creek being occupied by the stinking workers (mostly juvenile), while the privileged non-stinkers, presided over by the President and his Lady, occupied the high ground on the ridge above. Here the reporter and press rhotograrher were also domiciled. The remainder of the afternoon was spent fraternising. Soon cooking fires were being lit and dinner was eaten to the accompaniment of sparklers with the soul:), crackers with the chops, volcanoes with the vegetables, not to mention red sodden remnants of rockets in the drinking water.
-The camp fire was lit soon after 7 and Tim gave his instructional talk on camperaft to a quiet audience. Then the fireworks were turned on and peace vanished. Near at hand bungers banged, crackers cracked, Tom Thumbs spluttered, pin wheels whirled, volcanoes belched forth fire and smoke, other things too numerous to mention jumped and whirred and spat like wild cats in a Satanic atmosphere of fire aid brimstone, while from a high hill station rockets roared up from the ground carrying their trail of sparks into the hollow dark.
-Down by the river a distraught cow, separated from her calf, had
-been giving voice to heart-rending bellows throughout the night. This caused some concern to those who thought themselves light sleepers, but after the cracker orgy there were no further complaints about the
-cow.
-A sing-song followed the fireworks. At aboutll orclock people began drifting off to bed, the last late song-birds quitting the camp-
-fire at 3.30 a m. It rained a bit in the early hours of the morning
-but everyone was dead to the world and its weeping, and it passed almost unnoticed. Dawn brought long creeping swathes of white mist; a lone cooking fire made a slender column of smoke in the still pre- breakfast silence, and one by one the sleepers awoke.
-The reporter and photographer did the rounds early getting items
-for their paper. The Three Monicas had to be forcibly evicted and
-sent down to the creek to pose as Bushwalkers Bathing: they perched
-fully clothed on the bank with their boots on and washed behind their ears. How typical!
-IMPORTANT TRANSPORT NOTICE
-BU_S_H.WAL.ILERS REQUIRING TRANSPORT
-FROM BLACKHEATH    ANY 'HO-UR RING, liVRITE OR CALL 00
-SIEDLECKY.'S_TAX-I AND TOURIST 'SERVICE
-STAT ION STREET , ACKBEATH
-HOUR SERVICE.
-BUSHWA.LKERS arriving at,.Blackheatla. late at 'night  without transport booking can ring. for car from Railway Station or call at above address. -- IT'S NEVER TOO LATE!
-!PHONE BrHEATH 81 ror. 146. LOOK F CR CARS 3210 or TV270.
-OR -BOOK AT. MARK SALON RADIO SHOP ,OP?. STATION
-ewm- ....w awanwlymilwyrwimame
-While the prospectives were, instructed in First Aid and Map Reading a party from the lower camp, who thought they knew all about broken limbs and contour lines,. set out for a little private rock- climbing. This was great fun and eventually, developed into an instructional effort in a made-,to-order chimney. They returned tb camp in great hilarity - a party of Highland warriors being led by the Chieftain on'horseback while. his standard-bearer bore aloft a #. bleached cow's, skull on a pole, bagpipe's in the clear upland air and Highland Flings ,bein g flung 'among the heather.
-After some wild skirmishing with a wh,eel-barr.,ow and, a late lunch it was time to pack up and go home, which we did. There will be another Instructional Week- end ,(ner.Lt with no trimmings ) on 14-15th August. We t 11 see  you there.
-^
-ERROR: Stndaymalk, 20th June, led by, Merle Watman and Frank Ashdown: /Phone number should read B0259, Ext. 313.  Do. not171.4g after
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+Camps were soon established, the slum down by the creek being occupied by the stinking workers (mostly juvenile), while the privileged non-stinkers, presided over by the President and his Lady, occupied the high ground on the ridge above. Here the reporter and press photograrher were also domiciled. The remainder of the afternoon was spent fraternising. Soon cooking fires were being lit and dinner was eaten to the accompaniment of sparklers with the soup, crackers with the chops, volcanoes with the vegetables, not to mention red sodden remnants of rockets in the drinking water.
-Sheila Binn.8.1 walk scheduled for July 3-4, 'Perry s -.33lue Gum' 7 Blackheath, will not be led by Sheila but by,Roy Bruggy.
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+The camp fire was lit soon after 7 and Jim gave his instructional talk on camperaft to a quiet audience. Then the fireworks were turned on and peace vanished. Near at hand bungers banged, crackers cracked, Tom Thumbs spluttered, pin wheels whirled, volcanoes belched forth fire and smoke, other things too numerous to mention jumped and whirred and spat like wild cats in a Satanic atmosphere of fire and brimstone, while from a high hill station rockets roared up from the ground carrying their trail of sparks into the hollow dark.
-.
+Down by the river a distraught cow, separated from her calf, had been giving voice to heart-rending bellows throughout the night. This caused some concern to those who thought themselves light sleepers, but after the cracker orgy there were no further complaints about the cow.
+A sing-song followed the fireworks. At about 11 o'clock people began drifting off to bed, the last late song-birds quitting the campfire at 3.30 a.m. It rained a bit in the early hours of the morning but everyone was dead to the world and its weeping, and it passed almost unnoticed. Dawn brought long creeping swathes of white mist; a lone cooking fire made a slender column of smoke in the still pre-breakfast silence, and one by one the sleepers awoke.
+The reporter and photographer did the rounds early getting items for their paper. The Three Monicas had to be forcibly evicted and sent down to the creek to pose as Bushwalkers Bathing: they perched fully clothed on the bank with their boots on and washed behind their ears. How typical!
+While the prospectives were instructed in First Aid and Map Reading a party from the lower camp, who thought they knew all about broken limbs and contour lines, set out for a little private rock-climbing. This was great fun and eventually developed into an instructional effort in a made-to-order chimney. They returned to camp in great hilarity - a party of Highland warriors being led by the Chieftain on horseback while his standard-bearer bore aloft a bleached cow's skull on a pole, bagpipes skirling wildly in the clear upland air and Highland Flings being flung among the heather.
+After some wild skirmishing with a wheel-barrow and a late lunch it was time to pack up and go home, which we did. There will be another Instructional Week-end (neat, with no trimmings) on 14-15th August. We'11 see you there.
+----
+__Error__: Sunday walk, 20th June, led by  Merle Watman and Frank Ashdown: 'Phone number should read B0259, __Ext. 313__.  Do not ring after 4.
+----
+Sheila Binns' walk scheduled for July 3-4, Perry's - Blue Gum - Blackheath, will not be led by Sheila but by Roy Bruggy.
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 QUIET GOES TIE DUN.
 - Geof Wagg.
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+====== The Warrumbunglers ======
-THE WARR1M3Ui\TGLERS.
 Geof Wagg.
-It was all arranged; we were to take the air for Tooraweenah at 7 a m. on Friday morning. To do this our party made its way to Bankstown on Thursday night, Jim Hooper meeting en route a very happy tram guard who thought he had the "nicest legs!" At Bankstown Brian inderson confronted us with a telegram from the pilot to say that he wouldn't be arriving from Melbourne until 10.30. "Oh, well", we said,
-it won't make that much difference", and so we were still hanging around Bankstown aerodrome when the 'Phone call cane through:
+It was all arranged; we were to take the air for Tooraweenah at 7 a m. on Friday morning. To do this our party made its way to Bankstown on Thursday night, Jim Hooper meeting en route a very happy tram guard who thought he had the "nicest legs!" At Bankstown Brian Anderson confronted us with a telegram from the pilot to say that he wouldn't be arriving from Melbourne until 10.30. "Oh, well", we said, it won't make that much difference", and so we were still hanging around Bankstown aerodrome when the phone call came through:
-"It is with infinite regret That I report a sad upset:
-In Melbourne it is rather wet - My aeroplane is grounded!"
+"It is with infinite regret That I report a sad upset: In Melbourne it is rather wet - My aeroplane is grounded!"
 Jaws sagged; Anderson spoke to Melbourne and the trunk line cable melted, but that was the story.
-After much haggling and an admirable last minute dash for the
+After much haggling and an admirable last minute dash for the train the considerably reduced party of Dot Butler, Ken Angel, Frank Barr, Snow Brown, and myself (being too numerous to mention) were
-train the considerably reduced party of Dot Butler, Ken Angel, Frank Barr, Snow Brown, and myself (being too numerous to mention) were
+embarked and headed in the general direction of Kanangra Walls. We arrived there at dusk and spent a cosy night in the cave. The morning dawned bright and clear, and after some photography on the tops we
-embarked and headed in the gener al direction of Kanangra Walls. We arrived there at dusk and spent a cosy night in the cave. The morning
+set off down Murdering Gulley to the Spires. Never believe the old saying that "rolling stones gather no bushwalkers" because one collected Ken a beauty. In spite of our best efforts he was able to continue. Presently and we forced our way downwards into the beautiful upper reaches of Kanangra Creek. We lunched at the base of the scree slope between the two Spires, then while Ken rested his bruised quadriceps the rest of us sought the heights. After some intrepid scrambling we arrived on top and added our names to those in the can in the cairn. On the way down we did some exhilarating scree glissading and arrived at the bottom at 4.15, the whole thing having taken us three hours. We pushed on in search of a likely campsite and found one in a mile or so. "Will we put up the tent?" "No," said Dot and I, What would we need a tent for on a wonderful night like this?"
-dawned bright and clear, and after some photography on the tops we
-set off down Murdering Gulley to the Spires. Never believe the old
-saying that "rolling stones gather no bushwalkers" because one collected Ken a beauty. In spite of our best efforts he was able to
-, continue Presently and we forced our way downwards into the beautiful
-upper reaches of Kanangra Creek. We lunched at the base of the scree slope between the two Spires, then while Ken rested his bruised quadriceps the rest of us sought the heights. After some intrepid
-scrambling we arrived on top and added our names to those in the can
-in the cairn. On the way down we did some exhilarating scree glissad-
-.ng and arrived at the bottom at 4.15, the Whole thing having taken us
-three hours. We nushed on ten in search of a likely canpsite [Ind found ope in a mile or so. Will we put up the tent?" "No," said Dot and I, What would we need a tent for on a wonderful night like this?"
 About 2 a m, we awoke in the rain and put the tent up.
-After breakfast next morning we pushed on in misty rain making
-excellent time, and spurred on no doubt by the countless nettle stings.
+After breakfast next morning we pushed on in misty rain making excellent time, and spurred on no doubt by the countless nettle stings. Then we stopped for lunch the rain started fair dinkum and most of us
-Then we stopped for lunch the rain started fair dinkum and most of us
+were drenched. A-r-r-r!! Those icy rivers down the back! We hurried on to keep warm and quite early we reached an ideal wet night campsite by Merrigal Creek. Everyone agreed to settle in here and have
-were drenched. a2-r-r-r!! Those icy rivers down the back! We hurried on to keep warm and quite early we reached an ideal wet night campsite by Merrigal Creek. Everyone agreed to settle in here and have
+a really comfortable night. Pardon my mirth; we counted without our nettle stings. These had so excited our nervous systems we hardly got two consecutive winks all night; excepting Snow, of course, who is impervious to such minor details as nervous systems. So we were glad when another dawn, albeit grey and clammy, filtered through the sky and we could be on our way, which was now by Breakfast Creek and Carlon's Head. About this time Frank (under Dot's bad influence) discovered that he had a pain in the popliteal fossa. (Editorial note: The popliteal fossa is the hollow at the back of the knee housing a muscle called the popliteus, and the popliteus initiates flexion at the knee joint.)
-a really comfortable night. Pardon my mirth; we counted without our
-nettle stings. These had so excited our nervous systems we hardly got two consecutive winks all night; excepting Snow, of course, who is impervious to such minor details as nervous systems. So we were glad
+This worried Frank exceedingly. We hurried on up Breakfast Creek with Frank muttering encouragingly to himself: "I am not going up, I am going down hill; I am as fresh as a daisy". Up Carlon's Creek with groundsheets round our legs to frustrate the nettles, until we reached the foot of Carlon's Head about lunch time. "Lunch on top", said someone. A bad mistake! David and I struggled in the rear, our empty tummies crying pitifully for attention. We made it, but only just, dragging ourselves the last few yards on the immediate promise of a Rye Vita and honey. After lunch we all felt much refreshed except Frank who was upset - Dot had snuffed out his delicate little tea fire by lavishing great logs on it. We made off at a brisk pace and were soon pouring the dreary miles of Narrow Neck beneath our feet. Katoomba hove into view and we were soon having a nice sociable cuppa tea at Snow's place, the unofficial Bushwalkers hostel. After that we caught our train home, which is about all except don't ask us our impressions of the Warrumbungles, because it's a rude answer.
-when another dawn, albeit grey and clammy, filtered through the sky
-and we could be on our way, which was now by Breakfast Creek and Carlon's Head. About this time Frank (under Dot's bad influence) discovered that he had a pain in the popliteal fossa. (Editortig note:
-.
-The popliteal fossa is the hollow at the back of the knee housing a muscle called the popliteus, and the popliteus initiates flexion at the knee joint.) This worried Frank exceedingly. We hurried on up Breakfast Creek with Frank muttering encouragingly to himself: "I am not going up, I am going down hill; I mn as fresh as a daisy". Up Cftrlon's Creek with groundsheets round our legs to frustrate the nettles, until we reached the foot of Carlon's Head about lunch time. Lunch on top", said someone. A bad mistake! David and I struggled in the rear, our empty tummies crying pitifully for attention. We made it, but only just, dragging ourselves the last few yards on the immediate promise of a Rye Vita and honey. After lunch we all felt much refreshed except Frank who was upset - Dot had snuffed out his delicate little tea fire by lavishing great logs on it. We made off fa. , a brisk pace and were soon pouring the dreary miles of Narrow Neck beneath our feet. Katcomba hove into view aqd we were soon having a nice sociable cuppa tea at Snow's place, the unofficial Bushwalersl hostel. After that we caught our train home, which is about all except don't ask us our impressions of the Warrumbungles, because it's a rude answer.
 The following Letter from E. Gaines (Ted) Phillips,"River-Canoe Club of N.S.W." may be: interest to members :-
 CALLING ALL CARS! CALLING ALL CARS! 'The Editor of the 'Sydney Bush Walker',