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 About 9.30 that night Geof, Grace, Frank and myself decided to go and watch the moon rise on the water. Having reached the summit of one ridge we thought the view from the next would be better, so while Frank returned to camp, the remaining three set off on a moonlight escapade of glissading down the sides of hills and running up and down the slopes. We gradually began to draw closer to the street lights of Omega when suddenly to the left the darkness was shattered by the barking of a dog. We thought surely no one could sleep through all the din going on so immediately we disappeared down the opposite side of a ridge. Arriving at the main road where the lights were, Geof stood on his head, then finding a sign post pointing to "Rose Valley"​ he proceeded to climb it, perhaps thinking it was a Rock Climbing Instructional. We decided that it was time to return as we had visions of Frank worrying and sending out search parties to look for us. About 9.30 that night Geof, Grace, Frank and myself decided to go and watch the moon rise on the water. Having reached the summit of one ridge we thought the view from the next would be better, so while Frank returned to camp, the remaining three set off on a moonlight escapade of glissading down the sides of hills and running up and down the slopes. We gradually began to draw closer to the street lights of Omega when suddenly to the left the darkness was shattered by the barking of a dog. We thought surely no one could sleep through all the din going on so immediately we disappeared down the opposite side of a ridge. Arriving at the main road where the lights were, Geof stood on his head, then finding a sign post pointing to "Rose Valley"​ he proceeded to climb it, perhaps thinking it was a Rock Climbing Instructional. We decided that it was time to return as we had visions of Frank worrying and sending out search parties to look for us.
  
-On the return trip everything didn't go quite to schedule. About three-quarters of the way back we approached what we thought was a small belt of trees. Passing through the trees, behold what should we come across but lantana bushes. We decided to continue through it as we were sure that it only extended a short distance. After about ten minutes of groping around in the bushes up pipes Grace "​I'​ve got my compass in my pocket"​. Having taken a reading, off we stutbled. Ten minutes later we were still in the scrub when we decided to go further up the hill around the top of the lantana. Four minutes and we were out of the lantana and could see that we had only traversed about 100 yards altogether.+On the return trip everything didn't go quite to schedule. About three-quarters of the way back we approached what we thought was a small belt of trees. Passing through the trees, behold what should we come across but lantana bushes. We decided to continue through it as we were sure that it only extended a short distance. After about ten minutes of groping around in the bushes up pipes Grace "​I'​ve got my compass in my pocket"​. Having taken a reading, off we stumbled. Ten minutes later we were still in the scrub when we decided to go further up the hill around the top of the lantana. Four minutes and we were out of the lantana and could see that we had only traversed about 100 yards altogether.
  
 Arriving at camp about 1.30 David and Frank were up waiting for us. Having made our apologies for being so long we all crawled into bed - Oh boy! Does Frank talk in his sleep! Arriving at camp about 1.30 David and Frank were up waiting for us. Having made our apologies for being so long we all crawled into bed - Oh boy! Does Frank talk in his sleep!
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 Alex Colley made an attempt to rouse us by suggesting that Federation contact Mr. Renshaw, the organiser of the Warrambungles Park Trust, suggesting that a member of Federation be included in the Trustees. This had also been done. Alex Colley made an attempt to rouse us by suggesting that Federation contact Mr. Renshaw, the organiser of the Warrambungles Park Trust, suggesting that a member of Federation be included in the Trustees. This had also been done.
  
-Finally Bill Cosgrove got one home when he moved that our Parks and Playgrounds delegate give us a report on her organisationls ​actions at regular intervals.+Finally Bill Cosgrove got one home when he moved that our Parks and Playgrounds delegate give us a report on her organisation'​s ​actions at regular intervals.
  
 Once more Malcolm called for General Business --- no, NO! It was impossible but it happened. The meeting closed at 8.30. Once more Malcolm called for General Business --- no, NO! It was impossible but it happened. The meeting closed at 8.30.
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 The story, a delicate, touching tale, tells how at a typical monthly meeting a typical speaker is dealt with in typical Bushwalker fashion. The story, a delicate, touching tale, tells how at a typical monthly meeting a typical speaker is dealt with in typical Bushwalker fashion.
  
-Grace Jolley as typical speaker gave a moving interpretation but not quick enough to escape Basher Barr, (now diappeared ​from our midst, we believe to Long Bay).+Grace Jolley as typical speaker gave a moving interpretation but not quick enough to escape Basher Barr, (now disappeared ​from our midst, we believe to Long Bay).
  
 Full marks are given to the Producer for the novel idea of thickening the plot with Terry'​s Meal. Full marks are given to the Producer for the novel idea of thickening the plot with Terry'​s Meal.
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 === Perils of the open (rail)road. === === Perils of the open (rail)road. ===
  
-As John Bookluck and Ray Moore got into their train at Newtown they were grabbed by the arm by a couple of predatory wenches. "​Haven'​t you made a mistake?"​ said our heroes, but no, they hadn't made a mistake, they assured John. However the boys managed to convince them that they had, and backed out with honour ​intapt.+As John Bookluck and Ray Moore got into their train at Newtown they were grabbed by the arm by a couple of predatory wenches. "​Haven'​t you made a mistake?"​ said our heroes, but no, they hadn't made a mistake, they assured John. However the boys managed to convince them that they had, and backed out with honour ​intact.
  
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-Our Social ​Selretary ​chose the night of the Fancy Dress Dance to masquerade as an influenza patient, unfortunately in his own bed at home.+Our Social ​Secretary ​chose the night of the Fancy Dress Dance to masquerade as an influenza patient, unfortunately in his own bed at home.
  
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 Hilda Stoddart. Hilda Stoddart.
  
-=== Moorefield ​Rececourse. ===+=== Moorefield ​Racecourse. ===
  
 The Movement has continued its efforts to have the whole, or the greater part of this 100-acre ground, retained for public recreation. The Movement has continued its efforts to have the whole, or the greater part of this 100-acre ground, retained for public recreation.
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 === Hawkesbury River scenic preservation. === === Hawkesbury River scenic preservation. ===
  
-The Movement is taking an active part in teh errorts ​of a Committee of conservationists which has been set up with the object of preserving the scenic beauty of the Hawkesbury River district.+The Movement is taking an active part in the efforts ​of a Committee of conservationists which has been set up with the object of preserving the scenic beauty of the Hawkesbury River district.
  
 === Mark Morton Primitive Area. === === Mark Morton Primitive Area. ===
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 === The Sanitarium Health Food Shop. === === The Sanitarium Health Food Shop. ===
  
 Easy to carry, easy to pack, easy to eat. Vegetarian foods. Easy to carry, easy to pack, easy to eat. Vegetarian foods.
  
-Nut food, including nutolene and nutmeat (meat substitutes),​ peanut kernels, cashews and other appetisinig ​varieties.+Nut food, including nutolene and nutmeat (meat substitutes),​ peanut kernels, cashews and other appetising ​varieties.
  
 First grade dried apricots, apples, nectarines, prunes and ready-to-eat Waltham raisins, dates, dried fruit confectionary. First grade dried apricots, apples, nectarines, prunes and ready-to-eat Waltham raisins, dates, dried fruit confectionary.
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 There is more to this habit than love of exercise. From its commencement I have been a devotee of the bridge. I can remember it being built - those distant days when the two sides of the arch crept up towards the centre, and the relief of the citizens when the great cables that supported the sides were relaxed until the two arms met to form a self-supporting arch. There is more to this habit than love of exercise. From its commencement I have been a devotee of the bridge. I can remember it being built - those distant days when the two sides of the arch crept up towards the centre, and the relief of the citizens when the great cables that supported the sides were relaxed until the two arms met to form a self-supporting arch.
  
-Not long after this I walked from Liverpool to Bimlow across the Blue Labyrinth. There would be nothing to the walk now. But in those days there was no Warragamba Dam. There were no timber tracks, and no map that I knew of except the S.E. Tourist District. My equipment consisted of a military pack and groundsheet,​ 7lbs. of unpolished rice, 2lbs of rolled oats, llb of dates and a pea rifle. As I ascended the range behind Warragamba I looked to the East, and lo! there was the bridge. For some days thereafter my method of locating my position was to lay the compass down, site the rifle over it on the bridge, and draw a corresponding line on the map. This gave me a pencil line across the white space on the 10 mile to the inch map and somehow assured me that eventually I would arrive at the King's Tableland track with rice to spare.+Not long after this I walked from Liverpool to Bimlow across the Blue Labyrinth. There would be nothing to the walk now. But in those days there was no Warragamba Dam. There were no timber tracks, and no map that I knew of except the S.E. Tourist District. My equipment consisted of a military pack and groundsheet,​ 7lbs. of unpolished rice, 2lbs of rolled oats, 1lb of dates and a pea rifle. As I ascended the range behind Warragamba I looked to the East, and lo! there was the bridge. For some days thereafter my method of locating my position was to lay the compass down, site the rifle over it on the bridge, and draw a corresponding line on the map. This gave me a pencil line across the white space on the 10 mile to the inch map and somehow assured me that eventually I would arrive at the King's Tableland track with rice to spare.
  
 Not long after that, in 1932, I came to live near the northern end of the bridge, and have been there almost continuously since. The bridge became my winter training ground on which I warmed up (literally) for a day's work in a cold city office. It is the only mile-long stretch in or near the city where one can walk for a mile without impediment from pedestrians or traffic. By the use of subways one need cross only two streets between Milson'​s Point and Hunter Street. Not long after that, in 1932, I came to live near the northern end of the bridge, and have been there almost continuously since. The bridge became my winter training ground on which I warmed up (literally) for a day's work in a cold city office. It is the only mile-long stretch in or near the city where one can walk for a mile without impediment from pedestrians or traffic. By the use of subways one need cross only two streets between Milson'​s Point and Hunter Street.
  
-On mornings when the footway is damp the bridge walkers leave footprints. By the number I don't think that mcre than a dozen or so go to work on foot, which means that there are seldom more than one or two pedestrians in sight. But right next the footway trams rattle past every few seconds. Beyond them four lanes of cars and buses move slowly in a continuous stream; while on the other side roar the trains. In all these conveyances sit or stand the well-wrapped city workers, mostly with heads buried in papers, or concentrating grimly or protecting mudguards and bumper bars. The din from the traffic and the reverberation of the bridge is terrific, but I have long since ceased to notice it. Only occasionally do I watch the traffic, though for considerable stretches the cars move little if any faster than I do. My thoughts are, in fact, usually anywhere but on the bridge. They are determined mainly by wind direction and humidity. If there is no wind, and humidity is low, the smoke pouring from factories, power-houses,​ trains, ships etc., forms a grey-blue low level blanket which extends a few hundred feet above the city. On some recent mornings, otherwise bright and sunny, only the near city buildings could be seen through the haze; visibility to the South was little over a mile; while Bradley'​s Head could barely be distinguished. On these mornings my thoughts often stray to the sparkling sunlight which must exist beyond the murk into which I am about to plunge for the day. If there is no wind and humidity is high, the moisture condenses on the smoke particles to form a grey fog. On these mornings sometimes neither the water 180 feet below nor the top of the arch above can be seen. On windless mornings I frequently give my mind to some irksome problem that I know must be resolved some time, and often find that I have arrived at work with no clear idea of what the weather was like, though all the passenger travellers seem to know exactly. A light wind from the South intensifies the haze. But if the wind is anywhere in the Western quarter then the bridge serves me as an elevated platform from which I can see clear over the city to the walking country beyond. To the South, beyond the University, rise the highlands beyond Waterfall. Towards the West is the ridge I followed to the King's Tableland (though it cannot be seen as a ridge), and beyond it, on the skyline, must lie Kanangra (the coastal plain can be seen from Kanangra). Then I can distinguish Guouogang, Queahgong and Jenolan, the "​Dogs"​ and the tip of Clear Hill. Directly west is King's Tableland and, further north, Mounts Hay, King George and Tomah, the Grose gap, and Kurrajong Heights. Coming back in the evenings these high points are silhouetted against the sunset and my thoughts always stray to that fascinating wasteland of sandstone ridges, canyons and volcanic necks that starts on the Kurrajong skyline and extends for nearly 100 miles to the NNW.+On mornings when the footway is damp the bridge walkers leave footprints. By the number I don't think that more than a dozen or so go to work on foot, which means that there are seldom more than one or two pedestrians in sight. But right next the footway trams rattle past every few seconds. Beyond them four lanes of cars and buses move slowly in a continuous stream; while on the other side roar the trains. In all these conveyances sit or stand the well-wrapped city workers, mostly with heads buried in papers, or concentrating grimly or protecting mudguards and bumper bars. The din from the traffic and the reverberation of the bridge is terrific, but I have long since ceased to notice it. Only occasionally do I watch the traffic, though for considerable stretches the cars move little if any faster than I do. My thoughts are, in fact, usually anywhere but on the bridge. They are determined mainly by wind direction and humidity. If there is no wind, and humidity is low, the smoke pouring from factories, power-houses,​ trains, ships etc., forms a grey-blue low level blanket which extends a few hundred feet above the city. On some recent mornings, otherwise bright and sunny, only the near city buildings could be seen through the haze; visibility to the South was little over a mile; while Bradley'​s Head could barely be distinguished. On these mornings my thoughts often stray to the sparkling sunlight which must exist beyond the murk into which I am about to plunge for the day. If there is no wind and humidity is high, the moisture condenses on the smoke particles to form a grey fog. On these mornings sometimes neither the water 180 feet below nor the top of the arch above can be seen. On windless mornings I frequently give my mind to some irksome problem that I know must be resolved some time, and often find that I have arrived at work with no clear idea of what the weather was like, though all the passenger travellers seem to know exactly. A light wind from the South intensifies the haze. But if the wind is anywhere in the Western quarter then the bridge serves me as an elevated platform from which I can see clear over the city to the walking country beyond. To the South, beyond the University, rise the highlands beyond Waterfall. Towards the West is the ridge I followed to the King's Tableland (though it cannot be seen as a ridge), and beyond it, on the skyline, must lie Kanangra (the coastal plain can be seen from Kanangra). Then I can distinguish Guouogang, Queahgong and Jenolan, the "​Dogs"​ and the tip of Clear Hill. Directly west is King's Tableland and, further north, Mounts Hay, King George and Tomah, the Grose gap, and Kurrajong Heights. Coming back in the evenings these high points are silhouetted against the sunset and my thoughts always stray to that fascinating wasteland of sandstone ridges, canyons and volcanic necks that starts on the Kurrajong skyline and extends for nearly 100 miles to the NNW.
  
 Not only the places themselves but their surroundings,​ and even the weather on that far horizon, come vividly to me as I look beyond the desert of bricks and mortar. I can always tell by the clouds and the direction and feel of the wind when it is snowing on the mountains. Not long ago, after an exceptionally heavy fall, it occurred to me that I might see the snow. I looked towards Wentworth Falls and could see a faint white line just below the horizon. This observation earned me 5/- from the "​Telegraph"​ whose reporters checked the phenomenon from the top of city buildings. Whether I was the first to see snow lying on the mountains, or anywhere else, from Sydney I don't know, but at least its the only time I've heard of it. Not only the places themselves but their surroundings,​ and even the weather on that far horizon, come vividly to me as I look beyond the desert of bricks and mortar. I can always tell by the clouds and the direction and feel of the wind when it is snowing on the mountains. Not long ago, after an exceptionally heavy fall, it occurred to me that I might see the snow. I looked towards Wentworth Falls and could see a faint white line just below the horizon. This observation earned me 5/- from the "​Telegraph"​ whose reporters checked the phenomenon from the top of city buildings. Whether I was the first to see snow lying on the mountains, or anywhere else, from Sydney I don't know, but at least its the only time I've heard of it.
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-FEDERATION NOTES JULY MEETING.+===== Federation Notes July Meeting===== 
 - Allen A. Strom. - Allen A. Strom.
-THE ANNUAL MEETING ​of Federation was held first, during which the 7E7T-7.7777 ​was read, received and adopted. It will be duplicated and circulated amongst Clubs and interested organisations and Departments.+ 
 +__The Annual Meeting__ ​of Federation was held first, during which the Annual Report ​was read, received and adopted. It will be duplicated and circulated amongst Clubs and interested organisations and Departments. 
 The Election of Officers resulted as follows :- The Election of Officers resulted as follows :-
-PRESIDENT: ​Paul H. Barnes + 
-VICE PRESIDENTS: ​Allen A. Strom +|**President**|Paul H. Barnes| 
-Lyle Flemming +|**Vice Presidents**|Allen A. StromLyle Flemming| 
-HONORARY SECRETARY: ​Stan Cattier ​ASSISTANT SECRETARY: ​(Miss) Tine Koetsier ​MINUTES SECRETARY: ​David Ingram ​HONORARY TREASURER: ​Tom Kenny-Royal. +|**Honorary Secretary**|Stan Cattier
-The Affiliation Fee for 1954/5 has been fixed at 10/- per 25 members. +|**Assistant Secretary**|(Miss) Tine Koetsier
-PROM THE JULY MONTHLY MEETING+|**Minutes Secretary**|David Ingram
-The Federation is anxious to hear from any bushwalker who is Prepared ​to organise a Social Function ​during the year. Such a Functici. ​is Federationfs ​only method of=117 funds. There will be no 1954 Bushwalkersf ​Ball. +|**Honorary Treasurer**|Tom Kenny-Royal
-An attempt will be made to revive the Maminaction, ​Some detail has been collected for a Map of the YaMEI=EffF6ma ​country. + 
-The organisation of a Fire FightinE_Lip. ​as recommended by The Sydney Bushwalkers has been stood over for a further month to allow delegates to give a better picture of the proposed plan to their Clubs. +The __Affiliation Fee__ for 1954/5 has been fixed at 10/- per 25 members. 
-THE DEPARTMENT OF LOCAL GOVERNMENT ​has indicated that the following wildflowers may not be sold as cut flowers during the 1954-5 flower season: Native Rose; Pink Boronia; both species of Giant Lily; + 
-both species of Rock Lily. +=== From the July Monthly Meeting=== 
-BOUDDI NATURAL PARK: Two Clubs attended the work party held over the 770=17-757-377477. The track from Putty Beach to Maitland Bay + 
-(the Gerrin Trail) was cleared and reconditioned but not to the complete satisfaction desired. The Department of Lands has made a grant of 300 +The Federation is anxious to hear from any bushwalker who is prepared ​to organise a __Social Function__ ​during the year. Such a Function ​is Federation'​s ​only method of raising ​funds. There will be no 1954 Bushwalkers' ​Ball. 
-414 for track work, entrance notices, boundary definition and general work. Regular Patrols are still urgently needed. + 
-WARRAH SANCTUARY: Some time ago, the Gosford Shire Council closed the road fr7E-ranBeach ​to Patonga via Warrah Heights. Now the Council has rescinded the original intention and the road is to be reconditioned for its scenic value. Numerous efforts to dissuade the Council have failed. The control of Council is in the hands of Estate Agents.+An attempt will be made to revive the __Mapping Section__. ​Some detail has been collected for a Map of the Yalway-Ettrema ​country. 
 + 
 +The organisation of a __Fire Fighting unit__ ​as recommended by The Sydney Bushwalkers has been stood over for a further month to allow delegates to give a better picture of the proposed plan to their Clubs. 
 + 
 +__The Department of Local Government__ ​has indicated that the following wildflowers may not be sold as cut flowers during the 1954-5 flower season: Native Rose; Pink Boronia; both species of Giant Lily; both species of Rock Lily. 
 + 
 +__Bouddi Natural Park__: Two Clubs attended the work party held over the weekend, July 3/4/5. The track from Putty Beach to Maitland Bay (the Gerrin Trail) was cleared and reconditioned but not to the complete satisfaction desired. The Department of Lands has made a grant of £300 for track work, entrance notices, boundary definition and general work. Regular Patrols are still urgently needed. 
 + 
 +__Warrah Sanctuary__: Some time ago, the Gosford Shire Council closed the road from Pearl Beach to Patonga via Warrah Heights. Now the Council has rescinded the original intention and the road is to be reconditioned for its scenic value. Numerous efforts to dissuade the Council have failed. The control of Council is in the hands of Estate Agents. 
 During the month passed, a visit was made to Narara for a short discussion with Mr. L. Moss-Robinson,​ President, the Gosford Flora and Fauna Society. Patrols for Bouddi Natural Park and co-ordination on the Kariong Proposal were discussed. During the month passed, a visit was made to Narara for a short discussion with Mr. L. Moss-Robinson,​ President, the Gosford Flora and Fauna Society. Patrols for Bouddi Natural Park and co-ordination on the Kariong Proposal were discussed.
-16. + 
-FAUNAL RESERVES: The Faunal Panel has been successful in its 7571777177 f57.6 two areas as Faunal Reserves ​.. +__Faunal Reserves__: The Faunal Panel has been successful in its application for two areas as Faunal ReservesCabbage Tree Island (off Port Stephens) and an area of 600 odd acres on the Bulga-Comboyne Range. The latter area in particular is an achievement since it was granted in opposition to an application by The Forestry Commission. 
-Cabbage Tree Island (off Port Stephens) and an area of 600 odd acres on the Bulga-Comboyne Range. + 
-The latter area in particular is an achievement since it was granted in opposition to an application by The Forestry Commission. +---- 
-SAD CASE 'OF POST ALCOHOLIC DELUSIONS+ 
-- Dot Butler. The evening of 21st July. +===== Sad Case Of Post Alcoholic Delusions===== 
-"I must go into the S.B.W. tonight ​Mn u This is THE BIG NIGHT". Now, Ross," said a firm voice, "you just drink tills". "​Smells pretty potent Mum. What's in it." + 
-'Never you mind, just drink it down. That's the way."+- Dot Butler. 
 + 
 +The evening of 21st July. 
 + 
 +"I must go into the S.B.W. tonight ​Mum. This is __the Big Night__". 
 + 
 +"Now, Ross," said a firm voice, "you just drink this". 
 + 
 +"​Smells pretty potent Mum. What's in it." 
 + 
 +"Never you mind, just drink it down. That's the way." 
 "Hey, Mum, I can see St. Peter. He's standing up on the stage in front of the piano waving his arms about. His halo looks a bit rickety though. Hullo Kevin, what are you doing? Deputising for me? "Hey, Mum, I can see St. Peter. He's standing up on the stage in front of the piano waving his arms about. His halo looks a bit rickety though. Hullo Kevin, what are you doing? Deputising for me?
-Here comes Judy and Yvonne and Grace to see me. Nice of them to look me up. Soft, sweet, pretty little faces. No! What vicious harpies! Help! Help! They'​re three girls of St. Trinians ​brandishinc ​carving knives and hockey sticks. Don't let them get me Mum! Help! But theytzZe ​not after me. They'​re after Tine. They say she's a filin, ​system and they'​re going to tear her off around the dotted line. Stop them! Don't let them do it Brother Matthews"​Brother Matthews is conversing with a seedy looking character. The costume is all right as far as it goes, but it doesn'​t go far anough6So you forgot your pants, did you", the Rev. Brother is saying, ​rTrookluck ​Bookluck!"​ + 
-"I see quite a sprinkling of Scouts out there oh the floor. You know, I could have sworn that long skinny hairy-legged one was Jim Brown, but our President wouldn'​t be seen carrying a hatchet and a faxna trap on his belt. +Here comes Judy and Yvonne and Grace to see me. Nice of them to look me up. Soft, sweet, pretty little faces. No! What vicious harpies! Help! Help! They'​re three girls of St. Trinians ​brandishing ​carving knives and hockey sticks. Don't let them get me Mum! Help! But they'​re ​not after me. They'​re after Tine. They say she's a filing ​system and they'​re going to tear her off around the dotted line. Stop them! Don't let them do it Brother Matthews"​Brother Matthews is conversing with a seedy looking character. The costume is all right as far as it goes, but it doesn'​t go far enough"​So ​you forgot your pants, did you", the Rev. Brother is saying, ​"​Crookluck ​Bookluck!"​ 
-And I've seen that face before, but never framed. He says he's Metro Goldwyn McGregor, but he's not. He's Don Newis. But he's got the wrong end of him stuck, ​how absurd!"​ + 
-"​Hullo,​Geof,​ but why all the bandages? Have you been in a-car +"I see quite a sprinkling of Scouts out there oh the floor. You know, I could have sworn that long skinny hairy-legged one was Jim Brown, but our President wouldn'​t be seen carrying a hatchet and a fauna trap on his belt. 
-accident?"​- + 
-"no, not at all; just a S.B.W. returning from having enjoyed +And I've seen that face before, but never framed. He says he's Metro Goldwyn McGregor, but he's not. He's Don Newis. But he's got the wrong end of him stuck, ​how absurd!"​ 
-himself on a Rock-climbing Instructional. Meet my friend Colin with the XOS spanner; he's a bus mechanic. He says 9 out of 10 walk so why don It YOU!"​ + 
-1.7. +"​Hullo,​Geof,​ but why all the bandages? Have you been in a car accident?"​ 
-"​Excuse me, here comes Lord Randal chatting with one of the nobles from the House of 'Bourbon"​. "From J.C. Williamsons",​ Lord Randal is saying, "Mine too. Cost me 17/6d. There'​s enthusiasm!"​ + 
-"​That'​s Elsie in that half-and-half creation, Night and Day. N-i-i-i-ight and Da-a-ay, You are the One I adore - what a helluva noise that orchestra'​s making! And there'​s Neville Chamberlain dancing with a 1920 vintage lady. Reminds me of the day I was born; besides my birth gnnouncement ​the newspapers were quoting Neville J'aime Berlin: There will be no war; Germany is our friend"​. +"no, not at all; just a S.B.W. returning from having enjoyed himself on a Rock-climbing Instructional. Meet my friend Colin with the XOS spanner; he's a bus mechanic. He says 9 out of 10 walk so why don'​t ​YOU!"​ 
-Here comes flitting past a lanky looking page-boy dancing with a packet of Rinso - the Large Economy size - -and he-'- callingit ​Jean What next, Stitt.+ 
 +"​Excuse me, here comes Lord Randal chatting with one of the nobles from the House of Bourbon"​. "From J.C. Williamsons",​ Lord Randal is saying, "Mine too. Cost me 17/6d. There'​s enthusiasm!"​ 
 + 
 +"​That'​s Elsie in that half-and-half creation, Night and Day. N-i-i-i-ight and Da-a-ay, You are the One I adore - what a helluva noise that orchestra'​s making! And there'​s Neville Chamberlain dancing with a 1920 vintage lady. Reminds me of the day I was born; besides my birth announcement ​the newspapers were quoting Neville J'aime Berlin: There will be no war; Germany is our friend"​. 
 + 
 +Here comes flitting past a lanky looking page-boy dancing with a packet of Rinso - the Large Economy size - -and he's calling it JeanWhat next, Stitt. 
 Someone is saying, "See that double lounger over there; it (or they) produced a little Tom Thumb called Julie who had her first birthday last month and the boys brought lots of bottles of beer for the little squib. What a waste of good beer!" Someone is saying, "See that double lounger over there; it (or they) produced a little Tom Thumb called Julie who had her first birthday last month and the boys brought lots of bottles of beer for the little squib. What a waste of good beer!"
-That Tyrolean, I've seen him somewhere before. Why, it's Doctor Ingram. "Doc, I feel hinda funny in the head. First I think I can see + 
-Ken Meadows, and then it isn't Ken its a monkey and he's dancing with +That Tyrolean, I've seen him somewhere before. Why, it's Doctor Ingram. "Doc, I feel kinda funny in the head. First I think I can see Ken Meadows, and then it isn't Ken its a monkey and he's dancing with Red Riding Hood. And Dave Brown just danced past with Dot calling him Dave to his face and Snow behind his back and he just smiled with both his faces and winked and said he wasn't backward-in-coming forward. You'll get your assistant to give me a little something to put me an my feet again? Thanks Doc. Is this your assistant, this sordid looking individual with the test-tubes dangling below his hairy disguise. The blood-soaked label on his back says he's Poison Ivy, but the voice is the voice of Rigby. "​Here",​ he says, "You just drink this and no nonsense. Just drink it down!" "No, no! I'​d ​rather ​not. Excuse me, I must catch up with that Scottish lassie and the Czech maid - they look lovely. ​wait for me - Ah, they'​re gone, blotted out by a huge white figure in voluminous floating robes. Why it's Binzie"​. "No, it's not", says a sepulchural voice, "​I'​m a departed spirit, and you'll soon be as dead as I am. Heh! Heh! Heh! ...  "​Help! ​Help! Take her away! I don't want to die" ​.......... 
-Red Riding Hood. And Dave Brown just danced past with Dot calling him Dave to his face and Snow behind his back and he just smiled with both + 
-his faces and winked and said he wasn't backward-in-coming forward. +"​Don'​t be alarmed Mrs. Laird",​ said the Doctor as they leaned over the figure writhing and screaming in bed. "That drug we gave him does sometimes have the effect of causing delusions. Just keep him warm in bed and try to get his mind off Bushwalking for a week or two."​ 
-You'll get your assistant to give me a little something to put me an my feet again? Thanks Doc. Is this your assistant, this sordid looking individual with the test-tubes dangling below his hairy disguis,.The blood-soaked label on his back says he's Poison Ivy, but the voice is the voice of Rigby. "​Here",​ he says, "You just drink this and no + 
-nonsense. Just drink it downNo, no! I'​d ​rLther ​not. Excuse me, I must catch up with that Scottish lassie and the Czech maid - they look lovely. ​wait for me - Ah, they'​re gone, blotted out by a huge white figure in voluminous floating robes. Why it's Binzie"​. "No, it's not", says a sepulchural voice, "​I'​m a departed spirit, and you'll +---- 
-soon be as dead as I am. Heh! Heh! Heb' ​ 7'​Helpl ​Help! Take her + 
-away! I don't want to ............. +===== Ettrema Gorge, or ===== 
-"​Don'​t be alarmed Mrs. Laird",​ said the Doctor as they leaned over the figure writhing and screaming in bed. "That drug we gave him does sometimes have the effect of causing delusions. Just keep him warmin ​bed and try to get his mind off Bushwalking for a week or two."​ +
-w ww.....wilsosaiamsadmosamassums. +
-ETTREMA GEORGE, or+
 "​Obviously this isn't the right ridge; now it's your guess"​. "​Obviously this isn't the right ridge; now it's your guess"​.
-Geof Wagg. 
-When I arrived at Hurstville, Snow was eating (his favourite occur., 
-ation), George hadn't arrived with the Graymobile, so I visited the 
-hamburger shop and joined Snow. Ylunch, munch!"​ Then cane George, the 
-Packs were efficiently stowed and we were away. Round the corner, down 
-the hill, stop for the lights, up the hill -- wait a minute, George has forgotten his socks. Oh well, turn round, down the hill, stop for the lights, up the hill, round the corner: 6Won't be a sec.," says George. 
-16. 
-Ten Minutes later; 'There we are. Now! Round the corner, down the hill, stop for the lights, up the hill, yes, we've made it; we're off at last. 
-Along the coast the wind blowing hard and cold from the south bent the trees and buffeted the car. The steel blue road unwound before our head lights and curled up behind UB like a spring. We paused at Nowra for nourishment then hastened on toclight at Tianjara Creek before midnight. Walking to the edge of the gorge we heheld a scene of moonlit calm in sharp contrast to the bitter wind making a turmoil in the blacl trees round us. George drove a little way into the scrub and then we slept. 
-In the morning first cane breakfast and Snow discovered that he'd forgotten his spoon, so with typical confidence set out to carve one from a nearby log with George'​s axe. In five minutes he returned, vanquished, and borrowed nine. it the genteel hour of nine we boarded the vehicle once more aid splashed through Tianjara Creek, and lit out for Ettrema. As we climbed higher before Sassafras we stopped to ident, fy the distant blue Peaks. On we went past Sassafras seeking the side road that would take us in towards EttrenA on the west side. Very cleverly hcwever we missed this and arrived, almost before we realised it, at the Endrick River. Well, seeing that we were there we thought we'd have a look at the falls ab:)ut a mile down stream. As it was obviously photographic country out came the cameras, a Leica, a Practik and an Exacter; you can imagine the bickering. Nor were we disappointed for the scenery was spectacular. Coming back along the stream George had great fun by dropping his lens cap into a pool beneath a waterfall presumably by accident and then diving for it obviously on purpose. The water was liquid ice. 
-Back at the rc'ad we lunched then returned the way we had come, this time finding the turn off. This side road may be all right for blitz waggons, but for Austin A40's, na! Nearly two miles along the road we parked the machine and reluctantly shouldered our packs.. I say reluctantly and it is true, in757517oves how this touristing can capture you if you're not careful. Another day and I suppose we wouldn'​t even have bothered getting out of the car to look at things. The road led us on mile after featureless mile. Sometimes through banksias in flowering harmony of tan and green, sometimes through drab scrub and sometimes over excanses of flat pink granite so lightly soiled that only moss and the smallest plants could find a hold. We saw the sunset through a fretwork of trees and started to think of making camp. But no water. In the dusk we searched dry stream beds for a pool, but had no success. Back along the road were some deep wheel ruts full of fairly thin mud. We strained it and boiled it, but it still tasted our rice and our tea, and in the harsher light of day the next morning we also noted that it not only tasted but coloured our porridge. 
-That night there'​d been a frost and so we set off through a flat landscape of scrub dripping with water. Our intended route to the gorge, namely following down the cliff line of a side stream, didn't seem practical on inspection so we detoured to a large clearing and started again. George took a bearing and we followed it across the clearing and threugh a mile cr so of bush. Then the ground seemed to fall away beyond the line of trees on our right. That might be something"​ said George. Well it was something; it was a lot more trees on 
-19. 
-a slightly lower level than ours reaching away to infinity. George took another bearing and off we went heading for some higher ground. Between us and the higher ground was a creek called Surprise Creek, because we didn't see it until we almost fell in it. Happily it had 
-some water ift it so we immediately forgave it for getting in our way 
-and set off refreshed, in search of our illusive gorge. Eventually we struck the cliff line of a larger side creek and followed this along, climbing slightly until from a tree on a rocky eminence Snow 
-sighted some interesting if not hopeful looking pinnacles of rock. Taking yet another bearing we followed George and his compass through 
-0 brush and scrub, down low cliffs up low cliffs, until we came to a dry 
-rock stream bed with some delightful rock pools of water. This undoub edly was lunch. When we'd eaten, we mounted Snow's red, White and ground sheet in a tree to guide us and leaving our personal impediment, strewn about went off with the rope to find Ettrema Gorge. Over a rise we went, across a stream, up some rock outcrops, higher and higher until there -- dropping at our feet and running away to the northen_ 
-skyline, a symphony of rock and tree, of sound and size and colour; at once near and clear at our feet and far in the haze of distance - Ettrema! We rolled the word along the cliffs, we danced from rock to rock and brandished our cameras. We were excited. As we explored we 
-found the pinnacles we had first viewed connected to the main cliff 
-by the merest wafer of ridge, so up we climbed and named it the Razor. Below us a hopeful looking ridge ran down towards the gorge, so taking stock of cur limited h-ours before sunset, we decided to try for the bottom. Down, down, we went, running, jumping, scrambling. The ridge 
-grew steeper and we feared that it would fall into a cliff about half way down. No rest but down, down, sidle a cliffl steer small scree, very loose 'Tell, think of climbing back up this u. Well, our time was up. The half hgur allowed for the descent was gone. We were in the 
-shadow of the cliff and it seemed the gloom of dusk was already on us. 
-There was a nasty bit of climbing to do right at the top and if we 
-couldn'​t make it in the dark we'd be cut off from our camp. But could- 
-n't we glimpse the bottom there through the trees; "​Let'​s try it!''​ 
-And in five minutes we were there. Because of the dry season the creek was a string of pools but if the river was up the steep sides would make it tricky for walking. We hardly paused even for Photograph before we were scrambling back up the slope. Therpossibility of missing our tea, or the thought of spending a night unprotected from the 
-bitter wind must have spurred us on, because we climbed in three quarters of an hour the slopeit had taken us half an hour to descend. 
-40' 11, hundred feet from the tor we emerged into late afternoon sunlight and strolled back into camp for a leisurely tea. 
-At the crack of dawn we were up again to Photograph the sunrise across the gorge. Then breakfast, and back to the clearing. This time we called the country'​s bluff. We just took our reading and went direct. At one stage we emerged from a deep creek and Snow said 
-go this way". Over there isn't it I said. The compass says 
-this way", said George, indicating a third direction. We didn't believe him of course but he was quite right. Leaving the clearing we hurried the eight miles to the car and sank gratefully into a position of rest at about one. After that it was 'Home George, and don't spare the horsepower",​ but how we hated to leave Ettrema. 
  
-Paddy now has on sale a completely new design of frying pan plate outfitIt is an old idea of Paddy'​s but brought up to date and streamlined after a conference between Paddy, and John, and the manufacturer. The plate is a deep, rounded aluminium plate8"​ in diameter and the frying pan is similar but with a lip. They have no clips or loons and consequently fit snugly together for space saving but may be placed together to form a hollow container for soft foods, or act as an oven for a damper. The handle will pick up the bits separately or together and can be used as a lifter for hot billies. 40. Price l0/6d. the lot. +Geof Wagg.
-+
-PADDY PALLI +
-Lightweight Camp Gear +
-20/​CASTLEREAGH St SYDNEY +
-M2678+
  
 +When I arrived at Hurstville, Snow was eating (his favourite occupation),​ George hadn't arrived with the Graymobile, so I visited the hamburger shop and joined Snow. "​Munch,​ munch!"​ Then came George, the packs were efficiently stowed and we were away. Round the corner, down the hill, stop for the lights, up the hill -- wait a minute, George has forgotten his socks. Oh well, turn round, down the hill, stop for the lights, up the hill, round the corner: "​Won'​t be a sec.," says George.
 +
 +Ten Minutes later; "There we are". Now! Round the corner, down the hill, stop for the lights, up the hill, yes, we've made it; we're off at last.
 +
 +Along the coast the wind blowing hard and cold from the south bent the trees and buffeted the car. The steel blue road unwound before our head lights and curled up behind us like a spring. We paused at Nowra for nourishment then hastened on to alight at Tianjara Creek before midnight. Walking to the edge of the gorge we beheld a scene of moonlit calm in sharp contrast to the bitter wind making a turmoil in the black trees round us. George drove a little way into the scrub and then we slept.
 +
 +In the morning first came breakfast and Snow discovered that he'd forgotten his spoon, so with typical confidence set out to carve one from a nearby log with George'​s axe. In five minutes he returned, vanquished, and borrowed mine. At the genteel hour of nine we boarded the vehicle once more and splashed through Tianjara Creek, and lit out for Ettrema. As we climbed higher before Sassafras we stopped to identify the distant blue peaks. On we went past Sassafras seeking the side road that would take us in towards Ettrema on the west side. Very cleverly however we missed this and arrived, almost before we realised it, at the Endrick River. Well, seeing that we were there we thought we'd have a look at the falls about a mile down stream. As it was obviously photographic country out came the cameras, a Leica, a Practika and an Exacter; you can imagine the bickering. Nor were we disappointed for the scenery was spectacular. Coming back along the stream George had great fun by dropping his lens cap into a pool beneath a waterfall presumably by accident and then diving for it obviously on purpose. The water was liquid ice.
 +
 +Back at the road we lunched then returned the way we had come, this time finding the turn off. This side road may be all right for blitz waggons, but for Austin A40's, no! Nearly two miles along the road we parked the machine and __reluctantly__ shouldered our packs. I say reluctantly and it is true, which proves how this touristing can capture you if you're not careful. Another day and I suppose we wouldn'​t even have bothered getting out of the car to look at things. The road led us on mile after featureless mile. Sometimes through banksias in flowering harmony of tan and green, sometimes through drab scrub and sometimes over expanses of flat pink granite so lightly soiled that only moss and the smallest plants could find a hold. We saw the sunset through a fretwork of trees and started to think of making camp. But no water. In the dusk we searched dry stream beds for a pool, but had no success. Back along the road were some deep wheel ruts full of fairly thin mud. We strained it and boiled it, but it still tasted our rice and our tea, and in the harsher light of day the next morning we also noted that it not only tasted but coloured our porridge.
 +
 +That night there'​d been a frost and so we set off through a flat landscape of scrub dripping with water. Our intended route to the gorge, namely following down the cliff line of a side stream, didn't seem practical on inspection so we detoured to a large clearing and started again. George took a bearing and we followed it across the clearing and through a mile or so of bush. Then the ground seemed to fall away beyond the line of trees on our right. "That might be something"​ said George. Well it was something; it was a lot more trees on a slightly lower level than ours reaching away to infinity. George took another bearing and off we went heading for some higher ground. Between us and the higher ground was a creek called Surprise Creek, because we didn't see it until we almost fell in it. Happily it had some water in it so we immediately forgave it for getting in our way and set off refreshed, in search of our illusive gorge. Eventually we struck the cliff line of a larger side creek and followed this along, climbing slightly until from a tree on a rocky eminence Snow sighted some interesting if not hopeful looking pinnacles of rock. Taking yet another bearing we followed George and his compass through brush and scrub, down low cliffs up low cliffs, until we came to a dry rock stream bed with some delightful rock pools of water. This undoubtedly was lunch. When we'd eaten, we mounted Snow's red, white and blue ground sheet in a tree to guide us and leaving our personal impediments strewn about went off with the rope to find Ettrema Gorge. Over a rise we went, across a stream, up some rock outcrops, higher and higher until there -- dropping at our feet and running away to the northern skyline, a symphony of rock and tree, of sound and size and colour; at once near and clear at our feet and far in the haze of distance - Ettrema! We rolled the word along the cliffs, we danced from rock to rock and brandished our cameras. We were excited. As we explored we found the pinnacles we had first viewed connected to the main cliff by the merest wafer of ridge, so up we climbed and named it the Razor. Below us a hopeful looking ridge ran down towards the gorge, so taking stock of our limited hours before sunset, we decided to try for the bottom. Down, down, we went, running, jumping, scrambling. The ridge grew steeper and we feared that it would fall into a cliff about half way down. No rest but down, down, sidle a cliff, steep small scree, very loose "Hell, think of climbing back up this". Well, our time was up. The half hour allowed for the descent was gone. We were in the shadow of the cliff and it seemed the gloom of dusk was already on us. There was a nasty bit of climbing to do right at the top and if we couldn'​t make it in the dark we'd be cut off from our camp. But couldn'​t we glimpse the bottom there through the trees; "​Let'​s try it!" And in five minutes we were there. Because of the dry season the creek was a string of pools but if the river was up the steep sides would make it tricky for walking. We hardly paused even for photograph before we were scrambling back up the slope. The possibility of missing our tea, or the thought of spending a night unprotected from the bitter wind must have spurred us on, because we climbed in three quarters of an hour the slope it had taken us half an hour to descend. A hundred feet from the top we emerged into late afternoon sunlight and strolled back into camp for a leisurely tea.
 +
 +At the crack of dawn we were up again to photograph the sunrise across the gorge. Then breakfast, and back to the clearing. This time we called the country'​s bluff. We just took our reading and went direct. At one stage we emerged from a deep creek and Snow said "​We'​ll go this way". "Over there isn't it" I said. The compass says this way", said George, indicating a third direction. We didn't believe him of course but he was quite right. Leaving the clearing we hurried the eight miles to the car and sank gratefully into a position of rest at about one. After that it was "Home George, and don't spare the horsepower",​ but how we hated to leave Ettrema.
 +
 +----
 +
 +===== Paddy Made. =====
 +
 +Paddy now has on sale a completely new design of frying pan - plate outfit. It is an old idea of Paddy'​s but brought up to date and streamlined after a conference between Paddy, and John, and the manufacturer. The plate is a deep, rounded aluminium plate 8" in diameter and the frying pan is similar but with a lip. They have no clips or loops and consequently fit snugly together for space saving but may be placed together to form a hollow container for soft foods, or act as an oven for a damper. The handle will pick up the bits separately or together and can be used as a lifter for hot billies. Price l0/6d. the lot.
 +
 +Paddy Pallin. Lightweight Camp Gear.
 +
 +201 Castlereagh St., Sydney. M2678.
 +
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