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 === Non-Scenic Colour Slide Competition. === === Non-Scenic Colour Slide Competition. ===
  
-Malcolm reports only Ten competitors, mosbly old hands, with a total of 53 slides. (Glad to see Ern. French among those highly commended.) The standard was high and the evening enjoyable, but where oh where are all our photographers? How about spending 2/- on a non-scenic gem now and again?+Malcolm reports only Ten competitors, mostly old hands, with a total of 53 slides. (Glad to see Ern. French among those highly commended.) The standard was high and the evening enjoyable, but where oh where are all our photographers? How about spending 2/- on a non-scenic gem now and again?
  
 Mr. K. Dietrich judged: Mr. K. Dietrich judged:
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 In business arising from the minutes, Malcolm McGregor told us that the binding of an additional 119 song books had been held up in an attempt to find covers to meet the requirements of bathroom singers, who complained that the dye runs. Research had led to the discovery of suitable covers at a cost of £5, if the meeting approved, which it did. In business arising from the minutes, Malcolm McGregor told us that the binding of an additional 119 song books had been held up in an attempt to find covers to meet the requirements of bathroom singers, who complained that the dye runs. Research had led to the discovery of suitable covers at a cost of £5, if the meeting approved, which it did.
  
-Malcolm then submitted a report on behalf of the Club projectionists (George Gray, Frank Ashdown and himself) on the desirability of a new projector and screen. (This report was requested by the May meeting). The present projector, he said, emitted a large amount of stray light. This meant not only that people in the vicinity were annoyed, but that the image on the screen was degraded. The temperature of the light was high. Nevertheless, although not modern, the present projector was not bad. With more modern equipment, however, four times the amount of light could be thrown on the screen, while a temperature as low as 140°, the lowest practicable for projection, could be achieved. This would not prevent "popping" (buckling) of slides, but would lessen it. The amount of stray light was small. The cost of the projector would be £53.10. 9 and a spare lamp £2. There was no purpose in submitting alternative models, which were inferior and all cost between £45 and £50. He suggested a 4 inch lens, though a larger lens (6 ins.) would allow the projector to be shifted back another 6' to a distance of 21' from the screen, which would then require less tilting. The larger lens would cost another £14.17. 0. He suggested a 5' square screen at a cost of £12, as against about £6 for a normal 4' square screen. A "matte" screen was preferable to a beaded screen because it was less susceptible to damage. It also gave a wider angle of vision (120° as against 36°). There was better colour contrast in a "matte" screen. A hanging screen, costing about £12, was probably best, though there were other types costing more. The total cost of the equipment would be about £65, less, perhaps, about £10 for our present ecuipment.+Malcolm then submitted a report on behalf of the Club projectionists (George Gray, Frank Ashdown and himself) on the desirability of a new projector and screen. (This report was requested by the May meeting). The present projector, he said, emitted a large amount of stray light. This meant not only that people in the vicinity were annoyed, but that the image on the screen was degraded. The temperature of the light was high. Nevertheless, although not modern, the present projector was not bad. With more modern equipment, however, four times the amount of light could be thrown on the screen, while a temperature as low as 140°, the lowest practicable for projection, could be achieved. This would not prevent "popping" (buckling) of slides, but would lessen it. The amount of stray light was small. The cost of the projector would be £53.10. 9 and a spare lamp £2. There was no purpose in submitting alternative models, which were inferior and all cost between £45 and £50. He suggested a 4 inch lens, though a larger lens (6 ins.) would allow the projector to be shifted back another 6' to a distance of 21' from the screen, which would then require less tilting. The larger lens would cost another £14.17. 0. He suggested a 5' square screen at a cost of £12, as against about £6 for a normal 4' square screen. A "matte" screen was preferable to a beaded screen because it was less susceptible to damage. It also gave a wider angle of vision (120° as against 36°). There was better colour contrast in a "matte" screen. A hanging screen, costing about £12, was probably best, though there were other types costing more. The total cost of the equipment would be about £65, less, perhaps, about £10 for our present equipment.
  
 While moving that the projectionists' recommendation for a 6" x 5" Leitz Preda 500 projector with a 4 inch lens and a 5' square "matte" screen be purchased, the Treasurer, Ron Knightley, said that the showing of Kodachrome slides was a major social activity of the Club. He anticipated that the annual subscription would about offset our increased rental, leaving us with about £180 in reserve after purchasing the new equipment. There was some discussion of the merits of beaded screens, Frank Leyden being of the opinion that the extra brightness of a beaded screen was an advantage. Jack Wren supported a "matte" screen because of the wider angle of vision and the unavoidable closeness of the audience. Malcolm agree that a beaded screen gave more brightness, but, as we would be stepping up the amount of light reaching the screen by a factor of 4, he did not think the difference would be significant. Ron's motion for purchase of the equipment was carried, and Bill Burke said he might be able to get a discount for us. While moving that the projectionists' recommendation for a 6" x 5" Leitz Preda 500 projector with a 4 inch lens and a 5' square "matte" screen be purchased, the Treasurer, Ron Knightley, said that the showing of Kodachrome slides was a major social activity of the Club. He anticipated that the annual subscription would about offset our increased rental, leaving us with about £180 in reserve after purchasing the new equipment. There was some discussion of the merits of beaded screens, Frank Leyden being of the opinion that the extra brightness of a beaded screen was an advantage. Jack Wren supported a "matte" screen because of the wider angle of vision and the unavoidable closeness of the audience. Malcolm agree that a beaded screen gave more brightness, but, as we would be stepping up the amount of light reaching the screen by a factor of 4, he did not think the difference would be significant. Ron's motion for purchase of the equipment was carried, and Bill Burke said he might be able to get a discount for us.
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 The President told us that Lyndsey Grey had undertaken to look after Club publications. In particular the Magazine, which contained much information of value in planning trips, could be made available on request. There was an index done by Jim Brown, which listed articles and could easily be brought up to date if anyone would volunteer to do so. Frank Rigby said he would do the job. The President told us that Lyndsey Grey had undertaken to look after Club publications. In particular the Magazine, which contained much information of value in planning trips, could be made available on request. There was an index done by Jim Brown, which listed articles and could easily be brought up to date if anyone would volunteer to do so. Frank Rigby said he would do the job.
  
-On a motion by Len Fall appreciation was expressed of Paul Barnes' services to the Club as our Federation delegate for 13 years. Paul had been President and Vice President of Federntion and would cease to be a delegate next month.+On a motion by Len Fall appreciation was expressed of Paul Barnes' services to the Club as our Federation delegate for 13 years. Paul had been President and Vice President of Federation and would cease to be a delegate next month.
  
 The President bid "au revoir" on our behalf to Margaret Ryan, who is going to Canada and expressed the hope that she would be back in the Club again. The President bid "au revoir" on our behalf to Margaret Ryan, who is going to Canada and expressed the hope that she would be back in the Club again.
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 We now followed the creek itself, as it cut its way through solid rock, down a series of small, very slippery and very awkward drops, for about 100 yards, each drop causing much delay whilst packs were passed ahead, and bodies roped together. All began to feel the chill of the canyon. Fortunately, everyone except a certain ex-bearded scientist, were able to keep completely dry. We had at this stage progressed about 300-400 yards along the canyon whilst time raced ahead to 3.00 p m. and still we hadn't come to a lunch spot. We now followed the creek itself, as it cut its way through solid rock, down a series of small, very slippery and very awkward drops, for about 100 yards, each drop causing much delay whilst packs were passed ahead, and bodies roped together. All began to feel the chill of the canyon. Fortunately, everyone except a certain ex-bearded scientist, were able to keep completely dry. We had at this stage progressed about 300-400 yards along the canyon whilst time raced ahead to 3.00 p m. and still we hadn't come to a lunch spot.
  
-At this stage the programmed leader, trusting fully in the first hand knowledge of his guide, allowed the party to be dragged up yet another series of broken ledges (away from the likely creekbed) to where the next "known" belay station would be. The guide, remembering this part well, said "just around the corner". All were cautioned on the dangers of dislodged rocks; the guide clung to grass roots, twigs and air and looked for a belay - no go. Finally a likely tree was seen overhanging a small drop from which appeared to lead an easy but steep shute, ending at the foot of a waterfall; a fine one of 90', ringed by a grove of turpentines and large tree ferns. The ropes were lowered, the first climber, fastened to his rope sling and snap link, rolled off his belay station and bounded down a full 120' to what appeared a good grassy ledge. The second and third were also sent down in this fasion. At this stage, a large rock was dislodged and it crashed down towards those below who could be seen transfixed to their ledge. Phew! it missed them.+At this stage the programmed leader, trusting fully in the first hand knowledge of his guide, allowed the party to be dragged up yet another series of broken ledges (away from the likely creekbed) to where the next "known" belay station would be. The guide, remembering this part well, said "just around the corner". All were cautioned on the dangers of dislodged rocks; the guide clung to grass roots, twigs and air and looked for a belay - no go. Finally a likely tree was seen overhanging a small drop from which appeared to lead an easy but steep shute, ending at the foot of a waterfall; a fine one of 90', ringed by a grove of turpentines and large tree ferns. The ropes were lowered, the first climber, fastened to his rope sling and snap link, rolled off his belay station and bounded down a full 120' to what appeared a good grassy ledge. The second and third were also sent down in this fashion. At this stage, a large rock was dislodged and it crashed down towards those below who could be seen transfixed to their ledge. Phew! it missed them.
  
 The hour had by now crept to 5.00, and the leader, somewhat concerned at the time taken for this descent, decided to split his party, those above would return to the creek to seek a campsite and packs would be lowered to the intrepid three below. Trying to out shout the roar of the waterfall and indicate the decision of the leader whilst lowering packs took up the rest of the daylight. From below came up the call "more rope" - one rope was untied, the packs lowered further. "More rope" again. In all 200' was required to lower the packs to the foot of the fall. The "ledge" they had been "standing" on was about 10' wide but lost over 30' in height. The hour had by now crept to 5.00, and the leader, somewhat concerned at the time taken for this descent, decided to split his party, those above would return to the creek to seek a campsite and packs would be lowered to the intrepid three below. Trying to out shout the roar of the waterfall and indicate the decision of the leader whilst lowering packs took up the rest of the daylight. From below came up the call "more rope" - one rope was untied, the packs lowered further. "More rope" again. In all 200' was required to lower the packs to the foot of the fall. The "ledge" they had been "standing" on was about 10' wide but lost over 30' in height.
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 Side streams now came in from the huge walls of Thurat Spires, and from the hidden glens of the Pooken Hole to our left, until finally the casuarinas of Kanangra Creek were reached at 2.30 and a well earned lunch was devoured. Side streams now came in from the huge walls of Thurat Spires, and from the hidden glens of the Pooken Hole to our left, until finally the casuarinas of Kanangra Creek were reached at 2.30 and a well earned lunch was devoured.
  
-However, realising that our cars were waiting at the top of the walls and that our climb up was equal to our descent of the previous day and a half, we were forced to leave the creek for the sally gum of the sandstone ridges of this side of Kanapgra Deep. We all groaned and huffed our way to meet at Smith's Pass at 4.30 to enjoy a quick few minutes gazing into the depths of the Deep, some planning new canyon trips from this exalted height; some noting to be absent on that future weekend; others just recalling the wonders of nature they had so quickly passed throaugh; and still others just gasping for their lost breaths. With the sun lowering itself into the ranges to the west we moved through the freshening evening air to the cars.+However, realising that our cars were waiting at the top of the walls and that our climb up was equal to our descent of the previous day and a half, we were forced to leave the creek for the sally gum of the sandstone ridges of this side of Kanapgra Deep. We all groaned and huffed our way to meet at Smith's Pass at 4.30 to enjoy a quick few minutes gazing into the depths of the Deep, some planning new canyon trips from this exalted height; some noting to be absent on that future weekend; others just recalling the wonders of nature they had so quickly passed through; and still others just gasping for their lost breaths. With the sun lowering itself into the ranges to the west we moved through the freshening evening air to the cars.
  
 It has been stated that no mountain is climbed until it has been slept in, I think this saying could fit our descent of Danae Brook. We had really done it. It has been stated that no mountain is climbed until it has been slept in, I think this saying could fit our descent of Danae Brook. We had really done it.
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 We were welcomed at the Boyd River by the first snow fall the season, but the weather cleared towards evening and a very cold night followed. We were welcomed at the Boyd River by the first snow fall the season, but the weather cleared towards evening and a very cold night followed.
  
-Sunday was spent roaming over the tops and those who had not visited the area previously were suitably imnressed by the grandeur of the views and the necessity for conserving it as a National Park. Monday was another beautiful clear day for a second visit to the tops to round off a very cold, but most interesting and informative weekend.+Sunday was spent roaming over the tops and those who had not visited the area previously were suitably impressed by the grandeur of the views and the necessity for conserving it as a National Park. Monday was another beautiful clear day for a second visit to the tops to round off a very cold, but most interesting and informative weekend.
  
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 |July 10-11-12|Katoomba - Nellie's Glen - Black Jerry's - Cox River - Gibraltar Ck. - Cullenbenbong - Blackheath Creek - Blackheath. Note that this trip now starts from Katoomba, not Blackheath as shown on the Walk's Programme. Camp at foot of Nellie's Glen and at Sandy Hook on Cox. Mostly pleasant track and river walking. Leader: Frank Young. Fares 25/-.| |July 10-11-12|Katoomba - Nellie's Glen - Black Jerry's - Cox River - Gibraltar Ck. - Cullenbenbong - Blackheath Creek - Blackheath. Note that this trip now starts from Katoomba, not Blackheath as shown on the Walk's Programme. Camp at foot of Nellie's Glen and at Sandy Hook on Cox. Mostly pleasant track and river walking. Leader: Frank Young. Fares 25/-.|
 |July 12|Campbelltown - Pheasant Creek - O'Hare's Creek - Campbelltown. Rural road bash to Wedderburn, scramble into Pheasant Creek and rockhopping on O'Hares Creek. Pleasant creek scenery. Leader: David Ingram. Fares 7/4d.| |July 12|Campbelltown - Pheasant Creek - O'Hare's Creek - Campbelltown. Rural road bash to Wedderburn, scramble into Pheasant Creek and rockhopping on O'Hares Creek. Pleasant creek scenery. Leader: David Ingram. Fares 7/4d.|
-|July 17-18-19|Leura - Lockley's Pylon - Blue Gum - Grand Canyon - Lake Medlm - Medlow Bath. Camp out from Laura on Friday night. Level walking to Lockley's - views down the Grose River and of Mts. King Gerrge and Hay. Steep descent 2000' to Blue Gum for comfortable camp. Sunday, a pleasant track climb up through the Grand Canyon (Beauchamp Falls, ferny dells, underground stream). Medium test walk for prospectives with some experience. Leader: John Logan. Fares 24/-.|+|July 17-18-19|Leura - Lockley's Pylon - Blue Gum - Grand Canyon - Lake Medlow - Medlow Bath. Camp out from Laura on Friday night. Level walking to Lockley's - views down the Grose River and of Mts. King George and Hay. Steep descent 2000' to Blue Gum for comfortable camp. Sunday, a pleasant track climb up through the Grand Canyon (Beauchamp Falls, ferny dells, underground stream). Medium test walk for prospectives with some experience. Leader: John Logan. Fares 24/-.|
 |July 18-19|Glenbrook - Euroka - The Oaks - Erskine Creek - Warragamba Dam inspection - Bus to Penrith. Mostly level track walking. Camp at Euroka on Saturday night. Inspect the Dam on Sunday. Leader: Jack Perry. Fares 15/-.| |July 18-19|Glenbrook - Euroka - The Oaks - Erskine Creek - Warragamba Dam inspection - Bus to Penrith. Mostly level track walking. Camp at Euroka on Saturday night. Inspect the Dam on Sunday. Leader: Jack Perry. Fares 15/-.|
 |July 19|Cowan - Ellanora Trig - Cliff Trig - Cowan. __Note change of Train to 8.10a.m. steam from Central__. Medium ridge walking mostly on tracks. Fine panoramas of the Hawkesbury. Leader: John Noble. Fares 7/-.| |July 19|Cowan - Ellanora Trig - Cliff Trig - Cowan. __Note change of Train to 8.10a.m. steam from Central__. Medium ridge walking mostly on tracks. Fine panoramas of the Hawkesbury. Leader: John Noble. Fares 7/-.|
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 |August 2|Glenbrcok - Euroka - Fireworks Ridge - Campfire Creek - Glonbrook. Recommended test walk. Easy track to Euroka. Scramble along Campfire Creek. Leader: Jack Gentle. Fares 13/-.| |August 2|Glenbrcok - Euroka - Fireworks Ridge - Campfire Creek - Glonbrook. Recommended test walk. Easy track to Euroka. Scramble along Campfire Creek. Leader: Jack Gentle. Fares 13/-.|
 |August 7-8-9|Katoomba - Korrowall Buttress - Cedar Creek - Katoomba. Camp on Narrow Neck Friday night. Then over Solitary and down The Buttress - steady nerves needed here - rope work possible if wanted. Camp on Cedar Creek. Rockhopping up the Creek on Sunday - waterfalls and cascades. Leader: Jack Perry. Fares 23/-.| |August 7-8-9|Katoomba - Korrowall Buttress - Cedar Creek - Katoomba. Camp on Narrow Neck Friday night. Then over Solitary and down The Buttress - steady nerves needed here - rope work possible if wanted. Camp on Cedar Creek. Rockhopping up the Creek on Sunday - waterfalls and cascades. Leader: Jack Perry. Fares 23/-.|
-|August 8-9|Colo Vale - Mt. Flora - Nattai River - Starlight's Trail - Hilltop. The upper Nattai - a comparatively unspoiled bit of "little river". Medium going with some rock-hopping. River opens to attractice flats at Starlights. Expect wet feet. Lunch on train Saturday. Leader: Jim Brown. Fares 24/-.|+|August 8-9|Colo Vale - Mt. Flora - Nattai River - Starlight's Trail - Hilltop. The upper Nattai - a comparatively unspoiled bit of "little river". Medium going with some rock-hopping. River opens to attractive flats at Starlights. Expect wet feet. Lunch on train Saturday. Leader: Jim Brown. Fares 24/-.|
 |August 9|Lilyvale - Era - Burning Palms - Otford. Pleasant walk, coastal views. Lunch at Burning Palms. Tea in the Bush! Leader: Irene Pridham. Fares 7/6d.| |August 9|Lilyvale - Era - Burning Palms - Otford. Pleasant walk, coastal views. Lunch at Burning Palms. Tea in the Bush! Leader: Irene Pridham. Fares 7/6d.|
  
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 Norwegian heavy woollen jumpers at very good prices. £5.11. 0 to £6. 6. 0. Norwegian heavy woollen jumpers at very good prices. £5.11. 0 to £6. 6. 0.
  
-A really rugged garnent for winter walkers.+A really rugged garment for winter walkers.
  
 paddy Pallin. Lightweight Camp Gear. paddy Pallin. Lightweight Camp Gear.
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 Birla Temple, New Delhi, 11th January. Birla Temple, New Delhi, 11th January.
  
-Our home in New Delhi. It's unbelievable. We are staying in a huge temple, the Birla Temple. Actually it is a Hindu Temple but there is a section for travellers. We have a small marble-floored room - a bit cramped, but it doesn't matter because we are hardly ever in it. Tomorrow we leave - we arrived last Tuesday and tomorrow, Monday - and we have had a wonderful time here, made some terrific friends. First of all there is Eric's friends from last time. Next Bruce saw an Architect's sign plate in town and on the spur of the moment went in with some story and landed us an invitation first of all to an evening at this man's home, and met his family and friends, etc. Next day he took some of us on a trip aroard town to see some of the historical buildings and to some of the newly constructed ones, purely architectural, but very good. That night the six of us all went to his Uncle and Aunt's home and were entertained in a very Indian fashion, and later showed our slides, etc. and then last night Bruce and I had dinner at his house - a real roast chicken, all "hotted up" Indian style, bought specially for us as he is a Hindu and consequently a vegetarian. Our number three friends, and the best fun, are two Sikh men (the ones with the turbans and beards). They have been great pals. Tonight we had tea at the home of one of them, and the night before last at the other - served on a carpet on the floor. We have been to all sorts of odd places with them, to the Market at Old Delhi, to Ghandi's Tomb, to real Indian Restaurants, and today, Sunday, in the middle of tha day, to a most exclusive restaurant in town, dancing. We didn't even know we were going, and no make-up at all - but did I care? I was wearing scruffy old slacks, rubber sandals and my hair was in a pigtail. They always look immaculate with their beautiful black beards and turbans to harmonise with their smart clothes. Indian men always remark upon the fact that they could not speak with Indian girls as they speak to us. Even now the parents always arrange all the marriages, so that they very rarely know their brides at all. We will be sorry to leave. Angela leaves us here and Bruce is another one who would like to stay. Mr. Bathia has offered him a job in his firm and also Norman has offered him a job in his furniture business, designing furniture. He might even come back again.+Our home in New Delhi. It's unbelievable. We are staying in a huge temple, the Birla Temple. Actually it is a Hindu Temple but there is a section for travellers. We have a small marble-floored room - a bit cramped, but it doesn't matter because we are hardly ever in it. Tomorrow we leave - we arrived last Tuesday and tomorrow, Monday - and we have had a wonderful time here, made some terrific friends. First of all there is Eric's friends from last time. Next Bruce saw an Architect's sign plate in town and on the spur of the moment went in with some story and landed us an invitation first of all to an evening at this man's home, and met his family and friends, etc. Next day he took some of us on a trip around town to see some of the historical buildings and to some of the newly constructed ones, purely architectural, but very good. That night the six of us all went to his Uncle and Aunt's home and were entertained in a very Indian fashion, and later showed our slides, etc. and then last night Bruce and I had dinner at his house - a real roast chicken, all "hotted up" Indian style, bought specially for us as he is a Hindu and consequently a vegetarian. Our number three friends, and the best fun, are two Sikh men (the ones with the turbans and beards). They have been great pals. Tonight we had tea at the home of one of them, and the night before last at the other - served on a carpet on the floor. We have been to all sorts of odd places with them, to the Market at Old Delhi, to Ghandi's Tomb, to real Indian Restaurants, and today, Sunday, in the middle of the day, to a most exclusive restaurant in town, dancing. We didn't even know we were going, and no make-up at all - but did I care? I was wearing scruffy old slacks, rubber sandals and my hair was in a pigtail. They always look immaculate with their beautiful black beards and turbans to harmonise with their smart clothes. Indian men always remark upon the fact that they could not speak with Indian girls as they speak to us. Even now the parents always arrange all the marriages, so that they very rarely know their brides at all. We will be sorry to leave. Angela leaves us here and Bruce is another one who would like to stay. Mr. Bathia has offered him a job in his firm and also Norman has offered him a job in his furniture business, designing furniture. He might even come back again.
  
 Our New Year's Eve was very odd indeed. We spent most of New Year's Eve day waiting for a ferry to cross the Ganges and that night we spent in a Dak bungalow on the other side - a very very old Indian town, not very big - actually a Moslem town, Rajmahal. We just felt that we should do something. Angela, Bruce and I wandered through the black little streets, bought some peanuts and ate them beside a big Moslem Temple on the banks of the Ganges, with a huge red moon coming up over what looked like the sea, but really was just the river stretching as far as the eye could see. Then for midnight we rushed back to our house, dragged the others out, and sang "Aud Lang Syne" out on the lawn in a circle. Since we have been in Delhi we have hardly bought ourselves any food at all, always managing an invitation somewhere. We had been warned a long time ago that our tummies would probably be upset in India and before we reached Delhi we all seemed to be taking pills. Lou's explanation of pills is either "stop" or "go". Nobody had any lasting effects. New Delhi is beautiful, terrific public buildings and parks and lovely homes and trees. Really a masterpiece, but Old Delhi is just the usual Indian jumble of people and shops and cows and motor cars and beggars. Have been to see the Taj Mahal - very beautiful, but main complaint was too many tourists. From 5 a.m. here at the temple we have the priests wailing and chanting over loudspeakers, very eerie. Our New Year's Eve was very odd indeed. We spent most of New Year's Eve day waiting for a ferry to cross the Ganges and that night we spent in a Dak bungalow on the other side - a very very old Indian town, not very big - actually a Moslem town, Rajmahal. We just felt that we should do something. Angela, Bruce and I wandered through the black little streets, bought some peanuts and ate them beside a big Moslem Temple on the banks of the Ganges, with a huge red moon coming up over what looked like the sea, but really was just the river stretching as far as the eye could see. Then for midnight we rushed back to our house, dragged the others out, and sang "Aud Lang Syne" out on the lawn in a circle. Since we have been in Delhi we have hardly bought ourselves any food at all, always managing an invitation somewhere. We had been warned a long time ago that our tummies would probably be upset in India and before we reached Delhi we all seemed to be taking pills. Lou's explanation of pills is either "stop" or "go". Nobody had any lasting effects. New Delhi is beautiful, terrific public buildings and parks and lovely homes and trees. Really a masterpiece, but Old Delhi is just the usual Indian jumble of people and shops and cows and motor cars and beggars. Have been to see the Taj Mahal - very beautiful, but main complaint was too many tourists. From 5 a.m. here at the temple we have the priests wailing and chanting over loudspeakers, very eerie.
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 Kabul, Afghanistan, 21st January. Kabul, Afghanistan, 21st January.
  
-Here we are once more in a capital city, but this one sure is strange. It is only quite small really. We arrived at 10.30 p.m. the night before last, snow on the ground, not a soul anywhere, great big wide streets, and pulled up outside the royal palace. Unfortunately the guard did not invite us in so we had to go looking for somewhere else to sleep. Eventually stayed at the Hotel de Kabul (the only one in town) and that cost us 10/- per head. Really hurt, as you can imagine, but last night and tonight we are much better off. Lou and I are staying with a couple (he looks after the Embassy Office) and the boys stayed with the British Military Attache. If our visas come through we leave temorrow for Kandahar. We have to collect Iran and Iraqi visas, have been promised them, could not get them at all in Delhi. Afghanistan is just so different from anything else we have seen. It is either jagged snow-capped mountains or flat desolate wastes. Kabul itself is in a valley completely surrounded by mountains. There is no green anywhere. All the trees are bare and brown and there is snow lying about everywhere. All the houses are inside high mud-walled compounds so that no houses are on view. Some of the people are very white and some look Tibetar. All the women cover their faces. They wear long capes which go around them and all that you can see are their ankles. The Afghan boy who works for Valerie Neil (who we are staying with) asked her to keep all his wages for three months. When she asked why he replied "So that I can buy a new wife. The one I've got now is no good. When I go home on Friday I will beat her". Here, I must add, that as well as this bad wife he has five children.+Here we are once more in a capital city, but this one sure is strange. It is only quite small really. We arrived at 10.30 p.m. the night before last, snow on the ground, not a soul anywhere, great big wide streets, and pulled up outside the royal palace. Unfortunately the guard did not invite us in so we had to go looking for somewhere else to sleep. Eventually stayed at the Hotel de Kabul (the only one in town) and that cost us 10/- per head. Really hurt, as you can imagine, but last night and tonight we are much better off. Lou and I are staying with a couple (he looks after the Embassy Office) and the boys stayed with the British Military Attache. If our visas come through we leave tomorrow for Kandahar. We have to collect Iran and Iraqi visas, have been promised them, could not get them at all in Delhi. Afghanistan is just so different from anything else we have seen. It is either jagged snow-capped mountains or flat desolate wastes. Kabul itself is in a valley completely surrounded by mountains. There is no green anywhere. All the trees are bare and brown and there is snow lying about everywhere. All the houses are inside high mud-walled compounds so that no houses are on view. Some of the people are very white and some look Tibetar. All the women cover their faces. They wear long capes which go around them and all that you can see are their ankles. The Afghan boy who works for Valerie Neil (who we are staying with) asked her to keep all his wages for three months. When she asked why he replied "So that I can buy a new wife. The one I've got now is no good. When I go home on Friday I will beat her". Here, I must add, that as well as this bad wife he has five children.
  
 When we were in India we were all given some of their famous Betel nut to chew, but Bruce broke a tooth on it and an abscess had formed, and he has had this out today. So many people in the East chew Betel nut and it looks horrible. They have bright red mouths and lips from it and some even have their teeth caked in it. They spit this horrible red juice all over the place. It was funny to see us all trying it. John gulped it down, Angela nibbles a little bit, Eric had tried it before so he flatly refused, Bruce broke his tooth and Lou and I escaped round the other side of the Landrover and spat ours out on the garden. When we were in India we were all given some of their famous Betel nut to chew, but Bruce broke a tooth on it and an abscess had formed, and he has had this out today. So many people in the East chew Betel nut and it looks horrible. They have bright red mouths and lips from it and some even have their teeth caked in it. They spit this horrible red juice all over the place. It was funny to see us all trying it. John gulped it down, Angela nibbles a little bit, Eric had tried it before so he flatly refused, Bruce broke his tooth and Lou and I escaped round the other side of the Landrover and spat ours out on the garden.
  
-India is jUst so steeped in religion - mainly Moslems, Hindus and Sikhs. Everywhere there are Temples and Shrines, even out in the rice fields. There seems to be a lot of bad feeling between the different groups too, especially over the partitioning of Pakistan. We visited Benares, which is the religious centre of India, but did not visit any of the Temples there. We stayed overkaght in the Circuit house and it was absolute luxury. There were huge lounge and dining rooms with great high ceilings and beautiful old furniture, beautiful gardens outside, lots of servants, and it all only cost us 3 rupees altngether, about 6/-. Of course next morning when we left all the servants were out asktng for buckshees. What a racket that is in India. While in Benares, which is a very big city, we visited a place where they hand-weave magnificent pure silk sarees, using real gold and silver thread. We asked the prices, but that was all - nothing cheaper than the equivalent of £8.+India is jUst so steeped in religion - mainly Moslems, Hindus and Sikhs. Everywhere there are Temples and Shrines, even out in the rice fields. There seems to be a lot of bad feeling between the different groups too, especially over the partitioning of Pakistan. We visited Benares, which is the religious centre of India, but did not visit any of the Temples there. We stayed overnight in the Circuit house and it was absolute luxury. There were huge lounge and dining rooms with great high ceilings and beautiful old furniture, beautiful gardens outside, lots of servants, and it all only cost us 3 rupees altogether, about 6/-. Of course next morning when we left all the servants were out asking for buckshees. What a racket that is in India. While in Benares, which is a very big city, we visited a place where they hand-weave magnificent pure silk sarees, using real gold and silver thread. We asked the prices, but that was all - nothing cheaper than the equivalent of £8.
  
 Continued on 23rd January. Continued on 23rd January.
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 Edna Garrad. Edna Garrad.
  
-Marion, Mouldy and I had a grand holiday at Binna-Burra and spent happy days walking on the excellent graded tracks througout the Lamingten National Park. Unfortunately Mouldy sprained an ankle and was grounded on the terrace of the Lodge, where at least he could sunbake and enjoy a magnificent view. For a final walk Marion and I decided to do the Illinbah Round trip. It sounded wonderful - giant flooded gums, quandongs, fig trees, palms - the sunlit Cedar Read, etc. Well, the morning trip on a graded track through really magnificent trees, was glorious. We had lunch at Illinbah clearing and then our troubles started. Illinbah is situated on the Coomera River and was in bygone days a favourite haunt of the aboriginals, who were able to hunt lots of wild life in the jungle surrounding the clearing. Then later on it became the last grazing place for the bullocks used by the timbergetters before they traversed the old Cedar Road. There was no food for them in the jungle. The clearing is now somewhat overgrown, but surrounded by lovely white gums, and of course all around are the high mountains. We had read that there were fourteen crossings of the Coomera River to be faced. From the start we had difficulty in picking up the Cedar Road and from then on we were for most of the time worried women. Trees had fallen across the track and many of them had rotted. On crossing them your legs were likely to sink amongst stinging trees (tiny ones but with plenty of sting) and everywhere the thorny fronds of the Queensland Lawyer were ready to tear us and our clothing. It was no country for shorts and our legs suffered. At each crossing it was necessary to wander up and down looking for the track on the other side - it never seemed to be directly opposite - and without the track it was just impossible. We were about three hours doing three miles, and what painful miles! At each crossing we would pause in midstream to admire the scenery, each secretly wondering where we might sleep that night. There were lots of birds and we were several times startled by scrub turkeys, and surprised to find how high they fly in the jungle. We were very relieved when we found ourselves at the swimming pool, and knew that from this point there was a track. As we strode up the last mile - road - we were very thankful to be going back to hot showers, a three-course meal and an inner spring mattress; for once we had no nostalgia for little tents and a billy of stew.+Marion, Mouldy and I had a grand holiday at Binna-Burra and spent happy days walking on the excellent graded tracks throughout the Lamington National Park. Unfortunately Mouldy sprained an ankle and was grounded on the terrace of the Lodge, where at least he could sunbake and enjoy a magnificent view. For a final walk Marion and I decided to do the Illinbah Round trip. It sounded wonderful - giant flooded gums, quandongs, fig trees, palms - the sunlit Cedar Read, etc. Well, the morning trip on a graded track through really magnificent trees, was glorious. We had lunch at Illinbah clearing and then our troubles started. Illinbah is situated on the Coomera River and was in bygone days a favourite haunt of the aboriginals, who were able to hunt lots of wild life in the jungle surrounding the clearing. Then later on it became the last grazing place for the bullocks used by the timbergetters before they traversed the old Cedar Road. There was no food for them in the jungle. The clearing is now somewhat overgrown, but surrounded by lovely white gums, and of course all around are the high mountains. We had read that there were fourteen crossings of the Coomera River to be faced. From the start we had difficulty in picking up the Cedar Road and from then on we were for most of the time worried women. Trees had fallen across the track and many of them had rotted. On crossing them your legs were likely to sink amongst stinging trees (tiny ones but with plenty of sting) and everywhere the thorny fronds of the Queensland Lawyer were ready to tear us and our clothing. It was no country for shorts and our legs suffered. At each crossing it was necessary to wander up and down looking for the track on the other side - it never seemed to be directly opposite - and without the track it was just impossible. We were about three hours doing three miles, and what painful miles! At each crossing we would pause in midstream to admire the scenery, each secretly wondering where we might sleep that night. There were lots of birds and we were several times startled by scrub turkeys, and surprised to find how high they fly in the jungle. We were very relieved when we found ourselves at the swimming pool, and knew that from this point there was a track. As we strode up the last mile - road - we were very thankful to be going back to hot showers, a three-course meal and an inner spring mattress; for once we had no nostalgia for little tents and a billy of stew.
  
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 Colin Putt. Colin Putt.
  
-Many walkers still think of the Ettrema Gorge as inaccessible tiger country, situated beyond the edge of the known world; in fact their mental image of it is rathre like a journalist's idea of Jamieson or wherever else the people he's writing about got lost. May I present the true facts?+Many walkers still think of the Ettrema Gorge as inaccessible tiger country, situated beyond the edge of the known world; in fact their mental image of it is rather like a journalist's idea of Jamieson or wherever else the people he's writing about got lost. May I present the true facts?
  
 Point Possibility, on the eastern side of the gorge, is about four hours' walk from the road for a fit party. The Yalwal roadhead is 118 miles from Sydney G.P.O., and all but 17 of these miles are on first class tarseal. The pace is easier to get to than Black Dog Rock! The river itself is, in Paddy's words "like a smaller Kowmung", it is enclosed in a deep but wide valley with high bluffs on both sides, and the valley itself contains side-streams which have never been fully investigated, and large isolated mountains which have never been climbed. The surrounding country is, to say the least, extensive, and contains many delightful streams of the Upper Yadboro type, between high sandstone ridges and caps with granite outcropping lower down. Walkers have passed through this country here and there, but the greater part of it is unnamed and unknown. What are we waiting for? Point Possibility, on the eastern side of the gorge, is about four hours' walk from the road for a fit party. The Yalwal roadhead is 118 miles from Sydney G.P.O., and all but 17 of these miles are on first class tarseal. The pace is easier to get to than Black Dog Rock! The river itself is, in Paddy's words "like a smaller Kowmung", it is enclosed in a deep but wide valley with high bluffs on both sides, and the valley itself contains side-streams which have never been fully investigated, and large isolated mountains which have never been climbed. The surrounding country is, to say the least, extensive, and contains many delightful streams of the Upper Yadboro type, between high sandstone ridges and caps with granite outcropping lower down. Walkers have passed through this country here and there, but the greater part of it is unnamed and unknown. What are we waiting for?
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-19. +===== Mr. Harvey Wins The Lottery. ===== 
-MR. liARVEY WINS THE LOTTERY.+
 by Canis Minor. by Canis Minor.
-As we progressed from cave to cave daring a recent week's trip through the Yadboro Rim - Pigeon House country, aeroplanes. frequently flew overhead. Whetha. these were regular passenger planes or air farce planes we never knew, but, after a couple of days in Harvey remembered he had a ticket in the lottery, and we imagined that they could be harbingers of fortune, bearing reporters sesking the lottery winner. What follows is what might have been had Brian's dream cone true - + 
-In the State Lottery Office, the barrel is set rolling. Lolita, the dumb bloncl bombshell, takes the tongs in her glittering hand, and, as the barrel comes to rest. extracts a marble. She hands it to Hazard the presiding official, who, after a startled pause, asses it to Gamble, the recording clark, and announces the winner - Number 1. There is a little clapping from the disappointed audience of 5, which soor files out dejectedly. When the last has left, Hazard turns to Gamble and says "Gamble, did you check that the first marble drawn was No.1?" "Well, yes, it was a bit chipped but one is one you know, nd all alone. "Htm, unusual", says Hazard, "but I su7yDose it had to happen sometime - who held the ticket anyway?" "Harvey, Sir, Harvey of Ehhratta Avenue, Wahroonga". +As we progressed from cave to cave during a recent week's trip through the Yadboro Rim - Pigeon House country, aeroplanes frequently flew overhead. Whether these were regular passenger planes or air force planes we never knew, but, after a couple of days Brian Harvey remembered he had a ticket in the lottery, and we imagined that they could be harbingers of fortune, bearing reporters seeking the lottery winner. What follows is what might have been had Brian's dream cone true - 
-In the office of the "Evening Blurb" the News Editor sits in consternation, rapping the table with his fingertips. After P few minutes of this he buzzes ace report Smiggins, who arrives in a few seconds. "Smiggins" he says "the situation is acute - there are no murders, no baby mix-ups, no horrors, not even a violent death or a film star divorce; in short, nothing to attract attention to our advertising. Any suggestions?" "Well Chief' replies Smiggins "we might fall back on the lottery - there's one drawn today. The winner might be SD rich he doesn't need it or maybe he's living in a cave': "O.K. find him and get a story." + 
-Two hours later Smiggins reports back. "Sorry, Chief, a bloke named Harvey" man, but I can't find him - he's out hiking". "What:" replies the News Editor' "You can't find him! Smiggins, do you realise what this means: Unless we have a sensational coup, 40,000 small screen television sets, 10,000 warn out cars and +In the State Lottery Office, the barrel is set rolling. Lolita, the dumb blonde bombshell, takes the tongs in her glittering hand, and, as the barrel comes to rest, extracts a marble. She hands it to Hazard the presiding official, who, after a startled pause, passes it to Gamble, the recording clerk, and announces the winner - Number 1. There is a little clapping from the disappointed audience of 5, which soon files out dejectedly. When the last has left, Hazard turns to Gamble and says "Gamble, did you check that the first marble drawn was No.1?" "Well, yes, it was a bit chipped but one is one you know, and all alone. "H'm, unusual", says Hazard, "but I suppose it had to happen sometime - who held the ticket anyway?" "Harvey, Sir, Harvey of Mahratta Avenue, Wahroonga". 
-, 5,000 last year's model refrigerators, not to mention innumerable female undergarments, mentionable only in our advertisements, will remain unsold. Our advertisar!.s expect every pressman to do his duty. You've got legs. Hike after Harvey:" + 
-"But, Chief, I don't know where he's gone." "Don't know where he's gone. DON'T KNOW MERE HE'S GONE:: Do you mean to say you've been working on this paper for three years and you don't know where hikers go:"+In the office of the "Evening Blurb" the News Editor sits in consternation, rapping the table with his fingertips. After a few minutes of this he buzzes ace report Smiggins, who arrives in a few seconds. "Smiggins" he says "the situation is acute - there are no murders, no baby mix-ups, no horrors, not even a violent death or a film star divorce; in short, nothing to attract attention to our advertising. Any suggestions?" "Well Chief" replies Smiggins "we might fall back on the lottery - there's one drawn today. The winner might be so rich he doesn't need it or maybe he's living in a cave." "O.K. find him and get a story." 
 + 
 +Two hours later Smiggins reports back. "Sorry, Chief, a bloke named Harvey won, but I can't find him - he's out hiking". "What!" replies the News Editor "You can't find him! Smiggins, do you realise what this means! Unless we have a sensational coup, 40,000 small screen television sets, 10,000 worn out cars and 5,000 last year's model refrigerators, not to mention innumerable female undergarments, mentionable only in our advertisements, will remain unsold. Our advertisers expect every pressman to do his duty. You've got legs. Hike after Harvey!" 
 + 
 +"But, Chief, I don't know where he's gone." "Don't know where he's gone. DON'T KNOW WHERE HE'S GONE!! Do you mean to say you've been working on this paper for three years and you don't know where hikers go!" 
 "No, I'm afraid I don't. He might be anywhere." "No, I'm afraid I don't. He might be anywhere."
-f  
-"Well, I can tell you wtiei-e he is: - tete in the roughest country in N.S.W.  
-that's where:" 
-.rv 
-"131:It where's that., Chief?" 
-"Wherever Harvey is, of course, Go -, find him:" 
  
-Reaching for his pad the News Editor scribbles 'Page 1, Banner Headline and Posters 'Lottery Winner in Smoke" and buzzes his assistant, to whom he hands this note mdth the injunction - "Here's your story for today Smith - write it up." +"Well, I can tell you where he is - he's in the roughest country in N.S.W. - that's where!" 
-As the assistant departs he breathes the-sigh of a man whose day's work is done and takes a long swig from the bottle in his bottom drawer. + 
-20. +"But where's that, Chief?" 
-Meanwhile, Smiggins, having engaged a helicopter, picks up his evening paper and makes home far a few hour's slLup. He is away at dawn, and soon after is approaching the Upper Corang Riv,Jr. By good fortune he spies a column of smoke ascending from the entrance of a capacious cave.+ 
 +"Wherever Harvey is, of course, Go - find him!" 
 + 
 +Reaching for his pad the News Editor scribbles "Page 1, Banner Headline and Posters 'Lottery Winner in Smoke'" and buzzes his assistant, to whom he hands this note with the injunction - "Here's your story for today Smith - write it up." As the assistant departs he breathes the sigh of a man whose day's work is done and takes a long swig from the bottle in his bottom drawer. 
 + 
 +Meanwhile, Smiggins, having engaged a helicopter, picks up his evening paper and makes home for a few hour's sleep. He is away at dawn, and soon after is approaching the Upper Corang River. By good fortune he spies a column of smoke ascending from the entrance of a capacious cave. 
 Brian and his party were just finishing breakfast when the helicopter descended. The dawn draught raised a dense cloud of dust ashes, bracken fern and leaves from the floor of the cave, and as it settles on the inmates and their gear, Smiggins emerges from the murk, notebook in hand and pencil poised. Brian and his party were just finishing breakfast when the helicopter descended. The dawn draught raised a dense cloud of dust ashes, bracken fern and leaves from the floor of the cave, and as it settles on the inmates and their gear, Smiggins emerges from the murk, notebook in hand and pencil poised.
-"Mr. Harvey, I presume - I'm Smig gins of the "Evening Blurb".+ 
 +"Mr. Harvey, I presume - I'm Smiggins of the "Evening Blurb"". 
 "Yes, that's me - Smiggins, did you say? - that rings a bell - is there an - er - some - er features of the landscape bearing your name round Kosciusko way?" "Yes, that's me - Smiggins, did you say? - that rings a bell - is there an - er - some - er features of the landscape bearing your name round Kosciusko way?"
-"That's right - named after my grandfather. Out hiking, eh?" "Yes, you out heli-bloody-coptering, eh?" + 
-"Well, flying around, yes. Say, did you Sleep in this cave last nighb?" "Yes, where did you Sleep last night?" +"That's right - named after my grandfather. Out hiking, eh?" 
-"Allrighb, allright, let's skip the preliminaries. Mr. Harvey, Number 1, Sir, let me be the first to congratulate you: You've won the lottery:"+ 
 +"Yes, you out heli-bloody-coptering, eh?" 
 + 
 +"Well, flying around, yes. Say, did you Sleep in this cave last night?" 
 + 
 +"Yes, where did you sleep last night?" 
 + 
 +"Allright, allright, let's skip the preliminaries. Mr. Harvey, Number 1, Sir, let me be the first to congratulate you! You've won the lottery!" 
 "Oh good,that'll come in handy." "Oh good,that'll come in handy."
 +
 "I suppose you'll be booking a suite at the Hotel Bomaderry now." "I suppose you'll be booking a suite at the Hotel Bomaderry now."
-"No sir, there's nothing like a good cave. Tell me, did you come all tho way down here in that thing just to tell me I'd won?" + 
-"Yes, of course - pioneering blood, you know." "Don't you think it's dangerous?" +"No sir, there's nothing like a good cave. Tell me, did you come all the way down here in that thing just to tell me I'd won?" 
-"Yes, but our advertisers expect it of us." "Are you insured?" + 
-wYes, of course". +"Yes, of course - pioneering blood, you know." 
-"Are you covered against helicopter accidents?" "Well, no, I suppose not". + 
-"Man, you take a risk, goodness knows how you'll get on taking off through these trees, but you're lucky. I've got one of my Cornany's policies here with me. What premium can you pay?"+"Don't you think it's dangerous?" 
 + 
 +"Yes, but our advertisers expect it of us." 
 + 
 +"Are you insured?" 
 + 
 +"Yes, of course". 
 + 
 +"Are you covered against helicopter accidents?" 
 + 
 +"Well, no, I suppose not". 
 + 
 +"Man, you take a risk, goodness knows how you'll get on taking off through these trees, but you're lucky. I've got one of my Company's policies here with me. What premium can you pay?" 
 "I've got a tenner, will that do?" "I've got a tenner, will that do?"
 +
 "Yes, if that's all you've got. Here, sign on the dotted line." "Yes, if that's all you've got. Here, sign on the dotted line."
-21.+
 "O.K. but whose going to witness it?" "O.K. but whose going to witness it?"
-"One of irry mates here."+ 
 +"One of my mates here." 
 "Can they write?" "Can they write?"
 +
 "Yes, when they get the grit out of their eyes." "Yes, when they get the grit out of their eyes."
 +
 "How much will I be covered for?" "How much will I be covered for?"
-"C20."+ 
 +"£20." 
 "Golly, that's stiff, isn't it?" "Golly, that's stiff, isn't it?"
-"Not as stiff as you'll be if t1st egg-beater hits a tree. Most companies wouldn't toll:oh a risk like that. But throw in cover against falling objects, rising objects and. subterranean fire too. The last is more than a risk for a men in your profession."+ 
 +"Not as stiff as you'll be if that egg-beater hits a tree. Most companies wouldn't touch a risk like that. But throw in cover against falling objects, rising objects and subterranean fire too. The last is more than a risk for a men in your profession." 
 "Oh well, I suppose I'd better be on the safe side." "Oh well, I suppose I'd better be on the safe side."
-Smiggins signs, hands over the premium, and one of the party witnesses the signature. "Now that's fixed " , he says, "I surnose I'd better be on my way". Reflects for a moment - "If I do get. up? - and if I don't? - Harvey,. gimme back my ten quid." + 
-"Sir, a contract is a contract". "Not when it's witnessed by an unregistered aboriginal." Brian turns to his party - "Dust yourselves folks, and let him see you.."+Smiggins signs, hands over the premium, and one of the party witnesses the signature. "Now that's fixed ", he says, "I suppose I'd better be on my way". Reflects for a moment - "If I do get up? - and if I don't? - Harvey, gimme back my ten quid." 
 + 
 +"Sir, a contract is a contract". "Not when it's witnessed by an unregistered aboriginal." Brian turns to his party - "Dust yourselves folks, and let him see you." 
 As the helicopter ascends Brian fingers the notes. "This green stuff sure feels better than gum leaves" he remarks. As the helicopter ascends Brian fingers the notes. "This green stuff sure feels better than gum leaves" he remarks.
-On the way home Smiggins envisages the headlines "Lottery Winner Recluse - Prefers Cave to Hotel". But at that very moment Mrs. Jones' little dog "Patch" gets stuck while pursuing a rat through a welded steel pipe embedded in concrete under 30 feet of rock. The rescue operations extend over three days and occupy so much space that there is no room for Smigginst story. Sales boom, but the world never hears' the Story of the hiktng lottery winner. 
  
-THE SKI JUMPER (A TRUE TALE)  +On the way home Smiggins envisages the headlines "Lottery Winner Recluse - Prefers Cave to Hotel". But at that very moment Mrs. Jones' little dog "Patch" gets stuck while pursuing a rat through a welded steel pipe embedded in concrete under 30 feet of rock. The rescue operations extend over three days and occupy so much space that there is no room for Smiggins' story. Sales boom, but the world never hears the Story of the hiking lottery winner. 
-by Chintz Ribs. A monetary interlude: + 
-Bushwalker-Customer: "I want a kodachromatic pullover far a trip down to Kosciusko.   Something in the Fair Isle style?" +---- 
-Chic Counter-Bounder: "Why certainly Sir: Here's something to suit your excellent taste  + 
-BW-C: "Very nice indeed:  All wool I take it?" +===== The Ski Jumper (A True Tale). ===== 
-CCB.: "Most certainly   one hundred percent all wool. Very warm you know-- Just what you need!" + 
-H&C: "Yes, I rather like the pattern and coloar.----- By the way, what's the nricefr +by Chintz Ribs. 
-CCB.: "A mere Fifteen Guineas, Sir:" + 
-"Gad, Dad:  They MIGHT let me OUT AGAIN next Friday. +A monetary interlude: 
-STOP PRESS. + 
-This goes to prove that ALL the World's a little Queer, +__Bushwalker-Customer__: "I want a kodachromatic pullover for a trip down to Kosciusko. Something in the Fair Isle style?" 
-Save Thee   and Me,+ 
 +__Chic Counter-Bounder__: "Why certainly Sir! Here's something to suit your excellent taste..." 
 + 
 +__BW-C__: "Very nice indeed! All wool I take it?" 
 + 
 +__CCB.__: "Most certainly, one hundred percent all wool. Very warm you know. Just what you need!" 
 + 
 +__BW-C__: "Yes, I rather like the pattern and colour. By the way, what's the price?" 
 + 
 +__CCB.__: "A mere Fifteen Guineas, Sir!" 
 + 
 +__BW-C__: "Gad, Dad! They MIGHT let me __OUT__ AGAIN next Friday." 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +=== Stop Press. === 
 + 
 +This goes to prove that ALL the World's\\ 
 +a little Queer,\\ 
 +Save Thee... and Me,\\
 (And even Thee's a little queer). (And even Thee's a little queer).
  
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