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The Sydney Bushwalker.

A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bushwalker, The N.S.W. Nurses' Association Rooms, “Northcote Building”, Reiby Place, Sydney. Box No. 4476 G.P.O. Sydney. 'Phone JW1462.

336. December 1962. Price 1/-.

EditorStuart Brooks, 5 Ingalara Rd, Wahroonga. 484343.
Business ManagerBrian Harvey
ReproductionDenise Hull
Sales & Subs.Lola Wedlock
Typed byShirley Dean

Contents

Page
Editorial 2
At Our November MeetingAlex Colley 3
Day Walks 4
Letter to the EditorColin Putt 5
Joie De ViePuffing Billy 6
Federation Report 14
Santa Claus' Lament 16
Just for Prospeetives & New Members 18
Outward Bound Course for Girls 19
Snooper's News 20
Christmas Dance 21
Science Naturally 22
Christmas Greetings 24

Advertisements

Page
Paddy's Ad13
Hatswell's Taxi (ad)15
Plumbing Trouble (ad)15

Resigned Reminisces.

When I consider how my back was bent
From all that grog, a little tent
Sleep by day, carouse by night
Surfing in the dawn's first light.
Swimming through the Morong Deep
Christmas and a date to keep
The same old crew, the good old times
Of Christmas pudding minus chimes.

To the river, to the sand,
(The Tall girl's in another land)
Time goes by, and time goes fast
Here's to all the Christmas past.
And to the New Year which revives
Sinister thoughts in sullen wives.


Hi,

Man is gregarious. This is an axiom as fundamental as the atom, or income tax. The sharing of hopes and fears is a necessary exercise that no one can really avoid, or perhaps, would want to.

When one looks around at the range of peculiar sou1-mates available, companionship beconies a quizzical thing, but a strong common interest is a wonderful starting point, transcending unusual physical features and divers mental aberrations.

Christmas is a perennial reminder that togetherness and common interest is the all pervading factor in the fabric of our lives.

If there is anywhere such a reminder would be superfluous, it is Reiby Place, Wednesday night.

However we bow to convention and this issue is dedicated to the joy that is Christmas, the hope that is Man.

It is also our 25th anniverary as a monthly magazine with Rigby cover and this is surely worthy of special attention.

“Joie de Vie” we hope you enjoy particularly - our first attempt at illustrated folk lore, and a commendable effort by the two artists concerned. The author has specialy reuested anonymity - why, we'll never know - but Knightley's a bloke whose confidence I'll always respect.

The crux of our Christmas carolling follows without further ado.

When Xmas comes around each year
We're drenched with honeyed phrases
And everyone's forced bonhomie
The spice of life erases.

But when I think of all the bills
That in their wake will follow,
I must confess my greetings kind
Are really rather hollow.

This Xmas message thus will be
Like molasses - unrefined
“Until the infant year appears
Let joy be unconfined.”


At Our November Meeting.

The meeting opened with an apology from Jess Martin, who was not able to be there to take the minutes. However David Ingram was equal to the occasion, and did the minutes as well as the ordinary secretarial duties.

The two new members were welcomed - Esme Biddulph and Bert van Loon. There was a slight delay when one badge couldn't be pinned because it was damaged. But hardly had the President started to effect repairs when our efficient Secretary produced another.

The President then told us of the death of Clem Hallstrom. He described Clem's high spirits and good humour and his club activities and we then observed a short silence in Clem's memory.

Highlights of the Treasurer's report were the receipt of £28.5.- in subs, which, it transpired, were paid after the despatch of the awful orange notice; and the receipt of £1.19.- for the hire of gear - nearly enough to cover the cost of one of the two tents which Frank Ashdown bought at the auction for £2 each. Our cash balance was down about £17 over the month.

The first walk described by the Walks Secretary was that led by Bob Godfrey at the 6 hour week-end. This was something of a mystery hike. It was programmed to go to Bunbunbah Creek, but somehow the party were next heard of in a hired station wagon on a prospecting tour of the Capertee and Turon. There was no mention of any walking. The second walk that week-end led by Bill Rodgers appeared to have achieved all objectives, including Mt. Wallara, Mt. Guougang and Morong Falls. The party camped in an inch of snow on Friday night. The third walk - Reg Meekins trip from Yalwal to Tallong - went according to schedule, except that the River had to be crossed at Badgery's instead of at the bottom of Dynamite trail. There were 6 members and 2 prospectives on the trip, and the hospitality of the Crisp family at Tolwong station was as warm as ever. Wilf said that any walkers visiting the area should make a special point of calling in. A fourth walk to Bunbundah Creek and Dangera Creek was led by Alan Round. The week-end walk on 5-7th October was cancelled because the leader was away, but Raymond U'Brien's Sunday walk attracted 8 members. Some fine waratahs were photographed, but we're not saying where. Because of a scheduled T.V. filming on Sunday 14th the track clearing week-end on Starlight's trail was postponed. Unfortunately, the T.V. filming was postponed also. The Instructional week-end led by Denise Hull and Eileen Taylor went as per programme. The Saturday weekend walk was cancelled due to lack of starters and there was no Sunday walk. The Federation Search and Rescue week-end on 19-21st, was not so well attended as last year, but a splendid demonstration was held. About 20 member's were there. The Sunday walk from Bundeena to Garie was led by Grace Rigg, who had 6 members and 3 prospectives on the trip. The flowers were good, and even the hakea was appreciated. Lunch was partaken in a secret cave of Frank Leyden's. Grace believes the walk should be counted as a test.

Stuart Brook's Mountain Lagoon - Colo River walk was taken by Wilf Hilder instead, and there were 7 starters. Unfortunately Tony Quietsch had cartillege trouble in the'knee, and had to be taken back. The rest of the party went on to the Colo River, which was very welcome after a hot spell on the ridges. Great areas of felled timber were found at the head of Tootie Creek. There was a magnificent panorama from the top of Condor trig. Several serious errors were found in the St. Alban's military map. By 27 and 28th, Bob Godfrey was demotorised (station wagon returned to hirer). His walk to Woronara Dam and O'Hare's Creek was enjoyed by 6 members. David Ingram's George's River walk on October 28th was done by 12 members, 5 prospectives and 1 visitor. David described the country from Minto to Freer's Crossing as open farming country. There are very few campsites along the river, but there are some oustanding swimming pools, including Bushwalker's Basin. It was a good hot weather walk.

Mick Elphick told us that the Conservation Conference, chaired by Allen Strom considered some 16 motions. Subjects discussed included subdivisions, wild life destruction and the effect of burning off on bird life.

The meeting closed after a few announcements of general interest. Wilf told us that a new 50,000 scale map of Canberra is available, also a sketch map of the Upper Capertee and that the Ulladulla map would be available soon. A new songbook compiled by the Kameruka Clab is available for 5/-, and proceeds will go to S & R. Also National Parks Association Christmas cards are available for 1/-.


Day Walks.

Club members will be in camp at North Era and surfing at South Era from 26th December, 1962 to 1st January 1963. Day walkers will be welcome at any time during the period.

Infregdent trains to Lilyvale and walk out, or hourly trains to Waterfall, thence bus or hire car from Waterfall to Governor Game Lookout or Garie Beach, then walk a mile or so.

January 6.

Lilyvale - Burning Palms - Era - Garie. 6 miles. A short walk through pleasant forest with an opportunity for surfing at uncrowded beaches.

Train: 8.42 a.m. Wollongong train from Central Steam Station.

Tickets: Lilyvale return @ 7/9 approx.

Map: Port Hacking Tourist.

Leader: Elayne Metcalf.

January 13

Private transport to Wood's Creek - Burralow Creek - Wood's Creek. 3 miles. A swimming trip in the Grose River District. Almost certain to be a hot day. Please let Alex know well ahead, so that transport can be arranged.

Train: 7.40 a.m. Hornsby via Bridge from Central Electric Station, to Turramurra to connect with transport. If coming by car park off Pacific Highway near the Turramurra Overbridge.

Map: Windsor Military.

Leader: Alex Colley


Letter to the Editor from Colin Putt.

re - The Decline and Fall of the Rudolph Cup.

Alas, the Rudolph Cup has indeed disappeared, and no wonder! Like all those things which the gods love, it died young.

It was conceived on a winter's night in 1953, when Admiral Anderson and I sat considering the blank Sundays on the hot end of his walks programme. We decided that we ourselves would fill the breach, and having little personal experience of Sunday walks, we had the impression that they must be somehow tied up with conservation, birds, bees and flowers. For the first blank Sunday we mounted “Flora and Fauna study, Coogee to La Perouse via the rocks.” Ah - innoceht youths. Nauseated by this masterpiece, somebody began to whistle the Eton Boating Song, and immediately the next Sunday walk became “Boat Race, National Park.” As patron deity for the event, we chose Rudolph, who had so liberally irrigated us the Christmas before, in the Kommung.

“National Park?”, said a more senior member when the programme came before the Committee, “You mean, Audley?” “Yes”, sparred the Admiral guiltily, “it will be perfectly orderly.” He little knew! The first cup race was attended by eleven brave souls - and Rudolph, who graced his feast with thunder, lightning, water-spout and hurricanes. It was an auspicious omen, and year by year thereafter the ceremonies flourished more and more. The “flora and fauna study”, “hich only ended in our surprising a nudist colony in full swing and being shot up in the rear of the Long Bay rifle range was featureless and futureless when compared with its twin Sunday malk.

Year after year the Audley valley rang to the crash of breaking timber and the screams of the helpless victims as, deprived of their oars or their senses, they were pushed first over the finishing line. Year after year Rudolph sent hail, cloudbursts and thunder to mark his sacrifice, and the number of his devotees swelled. By 1957, scores of innocent civilian bystanders on the finishing line-bridge were being forced to empty 44 gallon drums of unholy-water on the victors. But in 1958, something waS wrong, the Deity was absent. Not a cloud in the sky. Above the crunch of the breaking ribs of boats and bushwalkers, elephantine crashings in the bushes proclaimed the arrival of the Police! They were very decent about it, but it was obvious, by the time that they left us, that the Cup and its patron were exiled from their home shrine forever.

At first there was talk of transferring the cult to salt water and I for one put aside an 85 horse engine, a 6 x 4 inch centrifugal pamp and a gold-sluicing monitor which I thought might be acceptable instruments of sacrifice, but it was not to be. The ceremonies had always been accompanied by the admixture of a fair amount of human blood with the water and it was felt that sharks could be a nuisance…. Rudolph's standard was briefly raised, under squalid conditions, at places such as Wallacia, but only ever as a Pretender to a throne already held by others. His days of pride and glory were done, forever. The Cup was bereft of its purpose in life, and the sad vessel withered, oxidised and died. Let no man try to re-create the past. Get cracking, and think of something new!

Puttoh.

Footnote for scholars. Rudolph is of course, a pagan deity, the last member of the Bushwalker's Partheon. He is the God of blood, iron and hypophosphites, the operator in Sod's Law, the holy wielder of the “Last Bloody Straw”. His mottoes are “Never give a sucker a break”? and “Always hit a bushwalker when he's down”. He can take the form of other pagan gods to get them into trouble, but he more usually takes the form of well-known bushwalkers to upset billies into the fire, walk through tent ropes and stand on pipes, eggs or compasses. In invisible form, it is he who guides the smoke from camp fires in the way it usually takes and puts extra greasy rocks in the best stream crossings.


Joie De Vie.

by Puffing Billy. Illustrated by Helen Gray.

Maddening crowd at Central
Milling round the clock;
Walkers all awaiting
Just to dig the rock.

Demure, silly prospective,
New boots, tent and pack,
In innocence told Mummy,
“I shall soon be back.”

Leader tall and gangling,
Confident and neat,
Assures those who'll listen,
“This'll be a treat.”

Members unbelieving
(Been misled before)
Piled all their food in,
Then a whole lot more.

All out at Katoomba
Into wintry wind;
Leader in a panic,\ Prospective left behind.

Finds her safe at Medlow
Skulking in a shed;
A member organised her,
Both are snug in bed.

Waking in the dawning,
Prospective at the leap;
Leader getting frantic,
Members still asleep.

Leader on the rampage,
“Time we made a start.”
Members remonstrating,
“Too windy to depart.”

Finally at sun-up
All upon the track;
Leader as the vanguard,
Members at the back.

Sun uprising brightly,
Fiery red and hot,
Members all a-strolling,

Soon the track divideth,
Leader wears a frown
One path going upwards,
Other going down.

Members pointing downwards,
Leader pointing up;
Prospective gives the answer,
“What about a cup?”

Leader most unwilling,
Members take command,
Get the fire going,
Prospective lends a hand.

Track goes round in circles,
Leader's frown gets deep;
Members crying loudly,
“Hill's too b—-y steep.”

Leader starts to ponder -
Doesn't know the land;
Trembles with foreboding,
Mutiny at hand.

Altercation follows:
Going east or west?
Members all recumbent -
They just want to rest.

Leader and prospective
Forward on the track;
Members knowing better,
Slyly heading back.

Leader quite undaunted,
With compass is endowed;
Prospective starts complaining
In accents long and loud.

“Cutty-grass is hurting,
Like a sharpened steel;
Lantana thick and prickly
Makes my senses reel.

“Boots upon my tootsies,
Raising blisters sore;
Pack upon my shoulders,
Half a ton or more.”

Leader finds a river,
Starts to make a camp;
Prospective near expiry
From lassitude and cramp.

Leader's ministrations
Soon bring her around;
Learnt first-aid from Harvey,
So she's safe and sound.

Boils up some goulash,
Dehydrated stew;
Prospective feeling better,
Looks at life anew.

Red-hot billy handle
Singes leader's hand
Spilling dehydrated
Out upon the sand.

Prospective's ministrations
Fail to quell the pain;
Learnt first-aid from Harvey,
Forgot it all again!

Morning finds them striding
Back along the track;
Prospective bright and jaunty,
Leader has her pack.

Thunder storm o'er Sydney,
O'er the mountains, too;
Track is under water,
Worse than last night's goo.

In mud and slime they wander,
Prospective near to tears;
Just because it's oozing
Up around her ears.

Prospective starts complaining,
“Wish I wasn't here.”
(Members back in cafe,
Good Katoomba beer.)

Leader strides with vigour
Through the virgin bush;
Prospective now before him,
So that he can push.

At last they see the station;
Train is going out.
“S. and R. will find you,”
Thus the members shout.

Leader somewhat jaded
Ponders on the cost:
Confessions to Committee,
How she and he got lost.

Thus we end the story
Of a prim young miss;
When asked about the leader,
All she said was this:

“Forget about the pleasure,
Forget about the pain,
Forget about the leader -
JUST TAKE ME HOME AGAIN!”

(Author's Note:

Story is fictitious,
Nought to do with facts;
Who ever heard of members
Guilty of such acts?)


Paddy Made.

It comes around every year. Christmas.

When the theme of our way of life places emphasis on goodwill to all men.

To ur many bushwalking friends, all here at Paddy's send greetings.

If you are compiling your list of gifts for the festive season remember we have a wonderful range for bushwalkers, campers and those who enjoy motoring, touring and skiing holidays.

Apart from the items listed in our catalogue we have some new lines.

Nylon capes. A beautifully light 9 ozs. £3.6.6.

New improved models of our special walking boots and super huskies frm £4.6.6 to £6.8.6.

New model 'H' frame pack, a smaller and more economical version of he popular large model. £9.10.6.

Heavy rag wool socks and towel lined stretch socks wonderful for walkers and skiers, from 13/3.

Just out. The 1963 edition of “The Melbourne Walker”, Volume 34 at 2/6.

Happy New Year to all.

Paddy Pallin Pty Ltd. Lightweight Camp Gear.

201 Castlereagh St., ydney. BM2685.


Federation Report, October 1962.

S.B.W. Delegates. Only three delegates from this Club attended. No advice was received from the fourth delegate.

Search and Rescue. Supt. Jardine of the Police Department has been detailed as liason officer with Search and Rescue. Additional cliff rescue gear is still being acquired. It is propesed to purchase another VF.T. walkie-talkie outfit.

Annual Ball. A total of 306 attended the Federation Ba1l on 14th September. A profit of £89 resulted from the sale of ball tickets and the profit from the guessing competition was £137.12.3. Prizes were won by (1) Mr. D.M. Mittlehauser, 30 Anderson Street, Belmore (2) G. Young, 98 Janet Street, Leichhardt.

Publications Committee. Ideas for improved distribution of the next “Bushwalker” Annual are requested.

Blue Mountains National Park. Picnic areas have now been provided at Mt. Banks and Hunderford Gully (“The Slide” or Pages Pass) - not to be confused with Hungerford Creek which is further to the north east. Hungerford's Gully, a track is being built to the Grose River cliffs. Two rangers are now employed and partol at week-ends.

Heathcote Primitive Area. Fireplaces to be built area cleared. The Trust is taking action about excessive clearing of Scout camping sites and the Scouts are now co-operating in camp ethics. Vehicles on Water Board and Electricity Commssion's access roads have been restricted. The Miana lease of 85 acres is to be renewd to the Mountain Trails Club.

N.P.A. Central Region is to survey primitive areas in National Park and Kuringai Chase. It appears likely that a national park will be established in time on the Shoalhaven River (Horseshoe Bends) on the Western Peak about the Blockup. The Gloucester Tops reserve has been extended and the fire trail from Barrington Tops to Gloucester Tops is no longer trafficable for vehicles.

Tracks and Access. Improvements to tracks in several areas are under consideration. The Kameruka Club has undertaken to provide a section of track, suitably drained, at the dangerous portion of the Korrowal Buttress. The Hobnails Club will blaze Page's Pass, (Hungerford's Track). C.M.W. are to place additional pitons at Tarro's Ladder and at Carlon's Head and to improve the chains at that location. Starlight's trail and Bellon [Beloon] Pass are to be cleared and cairns erected where necessary.

Colong Caves. A gate has been erected there, according to reports, but the location of it is not clear. No doubt more details will be forthcoming.

Minute Secretary. Owing to pressure of business, Mr Rosentool has had to resign from teh position of Minute Secretary. The position must be filled at the November meeting and the Club's delegates would be pleased to hear from any members willing to take the position.


N.Z. Invaded!!

With what must be the biggest operation since Lkinawa, Colin Putt plans to invade New Zealand this month (probably make about as much noise as the Yanks did, too). No less than 25 will leave Sydney late in December for 3 weeks climbing.


Plumbing Troubles???

Do you need new roof, guttering and downpipes??

Or does the roof and guttering need re-painting??

Or perhaps a new water service or hot-water installation??

No job is too small - for any plumbing installations or alterations

You need Roy's friendly plumbing service.

Contact Roy Craggs in the S.B.W. Clubrooms or contact Joe Crags, Carpenter and Painter, 41 Rosamond Street, Hornsby, Telephone JU2203.

Remember - you need Roy's friendly service!!!


Hatswell's Taxi & Tourist Service.

For all your transport from Blackheath contact Hatswell's Taxi & Transport Service. Ring, write, wire or call - any hour - day or night.

'Phone: Blackheath W459 of W151.

Booking office: 4 doors from the Gardners Inn Hotel (look for the neon sign).

Speedy 6 or 8 passenger cars available. Large or small parties catered for.

Fares:

  • Kanangra Walls: 30/- per head (minimum 5 passengers)
  • Perry's Lookdown: 4/- per head (minimum 5 passengers)
  • Jenolan State Forest: 20/- per head (minimum 5 passengers)
  • Carlon's Farm: 12/6 per head (minimum 5 passengers)

We will be pleased to quote trips or special parties on application.


Santa Claus' Lament.

You all know me. I'm that hard-working fool
Who slaves all year round where the temperature's cool,
Hustling and bustling to make lots of toys,
(a) To drive parents mad with their incessant noise.
(b) To gladden the hearts of all good girls and boys.

(Parents read line (a); Children, line (b).

Not stopping to rest, it's a turbine I am,
Just belting along like an old Bondi Tram.
And even with Philip's now famous advice,
I find with it all, twelve months just suffice.

A few days ago I was fihally through;
So I packed all those toys without more ado.
And labelled them clearly to each land on Earth,
(This year I resolved to give Cuba wide berth).

I hooked up my reindeer, took off like a shot
But straight from the snows, 'down under' was hot.
And with all of the chores I had to do first,
By Xmas morning I'd a helluva thirst.

I minded the time, when inspecting Wood's Creek,
To some scruffy campers I'd happened to speak.
Now this mob was clearly nor thirsty nor hot,
I asked for the secret and here's what I got.

“When thirsty or hot or just feeling low,
You'll quickly be cured if only you'll go
To that old-world hotel on the Kurrajong trail
'North Richmond's' the name - its business, good ale.”

So I said to myself “That's just what I'll do,
Belt off to North Richmond and sample their brew.”
But, hark ye my friend, aye, here is the rub,
There was no blinking beer in the North Richmond pub!

Knightley and Gentle, Ingram and Scott,
Those no-hopers had been there and knocked off the lot.
Ned Kelly's not in it when that mob's in gear,
(And Ned was a boy who could really swill beer.)

You'd think they'd be happy, be lit like a light,
With all that they socked down last Saturday nite,
But those coots remind me of Bennelong Point. …………..

(Rather than risk offending certain members, and possibly, a few politicians, the last line has, regretfully, been withdrawn. Ed.)


Just For New And Prospective Members.

You enjoy open air, camping, walking and that glorious freedom from civilised impedimenta that one only finds in the bush or you wouldn't be hanging round S.B.W. wasting your Wednesday evenings listening to a lot of earbashers.

If you run true to form, like most of those scruffy looking characters you see round the clubroom, you will find, or perhaps have already found, that a day walk conjures up ideas of a few week-end trips you'd like to do. Go out for a week-end and you'll be full of ideas of what you could have done with a day or two extra

This is why public holidays are so popular with bushwalkers (the country will really go to the pack if any bushies ever get into parliament). That extra day or two permit a variety of walks ordinarily out of reach. These are the threepences in the bushwalking pudding. The Xmas period is the daddy of them all. With a bit of fast talking, a few lies to the boss or a forged sick leave certificate, most of us can wangle 7 or 8 days straight, and this really opens up some vistas!

If you are in this category, and haven't any ideas of your own, you'll find plenty of interesting possibilities available. All “club” walks over this period are privately arranged, but if you are young and attractive, pleasant company, and/or a reasonable walker (in that order), you should have no trouble joining up with one of the bunches. But don't make the mistake of rushing up to the leader you select and shouting breathlessly “Can I come on your walk?” There is a certain rigid protocol to be observed when urging in on a private walk. First find your leader. He will inevitably be found standing, talking, map in hand, surrounded by a small fish-eyed group (who probably have no intention of going on the ruddy walk, and aren't interested anyway). Join the outskirts of this group and listen in (or make a fair pretence of so doing).

After half an hour or go depending upon the ability and practice of the leader, he will start to slow down and perhaps even permit an interjection or two. This invatiably breaks the hypnotic spell and the mob will begin to drift away. Now is your chance! Sidle in closer and closer until you find the leader's glazed eyes occasionally peering through you. We trust you have not wasted the preceding 30 minutes. Rather should you have been madly thinking up a couple of intelligent questions or comments such as “Looks like a good trip, Charlie.”

He will be so relieved and inspired to find that here, at last, is someone who does not think him completely crazy, that he will launch forth on another flood of words, but don't be dismayed, this second phase rarely lasts more than 10 minutes or so. Now comes your knock-out punch line, “Got many going, Charlie?”

Even the dullest of leaders will, by now, have realised your presence and arrived at the rather incredulous conclusion that his magnetic personality, the wonder of the unique trip he is planning, and his irresistable oratory have completely bewitched you. You will be inundated with times, tracks, gear lists, food lists, hints on what to do in cold weather, hot weather, wet weather - in a seemingly unending stream. He's yours, he's hooked, you're in!

Here are a few of this year's selection for your introductory guidance. This is not the place for any comment re the leaders or their walks - this must be your decision alone.

Frank Leyden is going down the Kowmung fron Ginkin to Waterfall Creek to Kanangra, a leisurely trip - plenty of swimming, lazing and optional side forays. Friday 22.12.62 - Tuesday 1.1.63 inclusive.

Wilf Hilder's following the Capertee and Colo from Glen Davis to Upper Colo (we think), again with side trips which the less energetic can exchange for a day's spinebash at base cmap - same dates as Frank's trip.

Stuart Brooks will he going down the Kowmung (if he can find it) from Tuglow Creek to Gingra Range to Kanangra and hopes to combine with Frank Leyden's party for several days including New Year's eve - Friday 28.12.62 to Saturday 5.1.63.

Alex Colley will be going somewhere, sometime, but up to now, at any rate, has managed do keep his timetable and itinerary a complete and dark secret.

Then there will be the usual free and easy camp at North Era - all swimming, eating and talk, with odd bods coming and going at all kinds of odd times. Here you'll meet a lot of the non-active members, bushwalkingwise (ugh!) and their numerous offspring. So don't count on sleeping much after 5 a.m. Kids are great alarm clocks.


Outward Bound Course For Girls.

Dot Batler and Jane Putt have been appointed to the Women's Liaison Committee of the Outward Bound Movement, under the Chairmanship of Mrs. W.R. Callen, O.B.E. This Committee has been formed to assist in matters concerning promotion, rucruiting and planning work. This Committee of over 25 members represents many sections of Industry an dSocial Activities, of which Bushwalking is one. Plans are well advanced for the third Outward Bound Girls' Course to be held in Australia, which is to be at Port Hacking, Sydney during February 1963.

On Saturday, 15th December, a visit will be made to the Outward Bound School on the Hawkesbury. Anyone interested in attending, to see the School in action, please contact Dot Butler. People influential in quarters which could be forthcoming with recruits for the next Girls Course are especially invited. Instructors are also wanted - see Dot B. if interested.


Paddy Made.

When new tents are made, Paddy will make them.

Paddy's been looking like an expectant father lately and your S.B.W. snooper was not slow to take note. Something was in the wind!

On a simple pretext Paddy's cunningly concealed workshop was invaded, and from odd sketches and patterns lying around, the above artist's sketch was created.

When confronted with this evidence, Paddy had to admit there was something in it. Asked about possible price, Paddy could only say that unfortunately it would far exceed his original estimate - in fact, it would probably cost about 6 times as much.

Paddy Pallin Pty. Ltd. Lightweight Camp Gear.

201 Castereagh St., Sydney. BM2685.


Xmas Dance.

Historical! Hysterical!

North Sydney Town Hall. Saturday 22nd December.

17'6d single (2 for 35/-). Clothing optional.


SCIENCE, Our Aboriginies:

The Australian aboriginal has been much maligned, being variously described as shiftless, dull, filthy, Uncivilised (whatever that means) Aid dour. H. Finlayson, sometime Curator of Mammals, South Australian Museum has studied them in their natural surroundings and his views, apart from their interest, must carry some-weight. In his words, 'the-typical western black i6 a fine figure of d'Man: Though he tends to be sparse, particularly around the legs) many men of middle age are as heavily muscled about the-upper. parts as the aveage white man. In emergency, they are capable 6f extraordinAry feats of endurance in covering long distances in a short time without sustenance. Amazement has Often been expressed that the-aborigines make no use Of animal skins in constructing covering to improve their living donditions) and this fact has-been tegarded 8.6 another instande of -their-ulowlinas” and “stufaditir”. No one; however) who has seen-the combinatiOn of acute observgtion and deduction) with boudless-energy or application, which they bring to the solution their hunting problems, could subscribe to that idea. Rather, they have an in=bred dislike of all impedimenta. They -will - t6lerate no gacrifice of mObility. A-15arty may decide euddenly to move on to another locality. Without more ado, the men't'each for their spears and walk away) and their women follow, cairying no more-than'a yam-stick, (a shepened stake abou:6.4-feet long) a wirra (a shallow wooden bowl used for scooping aside earth loosened by the yam stick) and their youngest child. In-evolling a capacity-to endure, naked, heat, cold and rain they have acquired something much more portable and permanent that a skin tent or a - fur cloak. so' 86 long as he is quite,naked3 he has a natural dignity of bearing; but when he-dons-the cat offs of the he becomes a scarecrow. Also, -since he Imlows nothing of those precautions againstaccumulating filth whidh long ages of experience in the wearing, of clothes have taught the white man, he rapidly becomes verminous and dirty. - - In their tracking ability, 'theydisplay more than acuteness of vision, for the rapid interpretation of what is obseved is even m6re remarkable. The tracks of many'of the small marsupials and rodents aft almost identical, and are usually distorted in the sandy soil. Yet the aboriginal will unhesitaing17 mame the animal Ma* its tracks, and the subsequent Capture from its burrow will invariably prove him correct. December 1962 The Sydney Bushwalkor 23 He-iS a remarkable eater, and I have seen tl-h76 men sit dowt and in-a six hour session, consume a fiftyTpound kangaroo. This-is not gluttony, but a very valuable asset in surroundings where meals could be a long way apart. Among themselves, a general, kindliness of disposition is a marked trait, and there is little evidence of implacable hatreds and the lustingdelight in anotheris pain, which in the natives of the Americas, for example, servo to remind one that man is part fiend. A sweet tooth is a leading aharacto:ristic-of both 6exes at all ages, and the gins go to infinite trouble to get honey and other local sweets -r5Te the sugary exudation of the mulga twigs and the honey ant. The - latter is relished exceedingly. It i6 a deep burrowing ant which feeds on - the tulga bloom. After rain, its abdomen distends to a bladder the size of a grape, and is filled with a thin sy'rup,' the sweetness of which is relievod by a slight acidity and-a flavour-of-malt. The gins will frequently do half a dayts heavy digging, sometimes following the galleries four feet 0 deep in the loam to get perhaps fiftY or a hundred ants. It is a soleMh moment for the gins when gt lest they lay downtheir yam. sticks, and prepare to give themselves up to the silent enjoyment of the ravishing delicacy. One by on the feebly struggling ants are tenderly seized by the forepart, the abdomen placed between the lips, and its contents squeezed into the mouth It is a solemn moment for the ants, also.' W dal-10Tbr brings home notes from school Each one of them 1ge1ating The bUgs to-which she's been exposed Their time of incubating. in vain I've waited hopefully For some slight indiCation She's been exposed-to anything Resembling educationt Congratulations to Colin and Jane Putt on the arrival of their fourth child a daughter. q…01 24 The Sydney Bushwalker December 1962

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