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-S.B.W. OFFICE BEARERS - 197.24 +===== S.B.W. OFFICE BEARERS - 1979 ===== 
-The following office-bearers and committee members were elected at the S.B.W. Annual General Meeting held on Wednesday, 14th March, 1979:.+ 
-President Vice-Presidents +The following office-bearers and committee members were elected at the S.B.W. Annual General Meeting held on Wednesday, 14th March, 1979:- 
-Secretary + 
-Assistant Secretary +|President ​|*Fazeley Read| 
-Treasurer +|Vice-Presidents|*Bob Hodgson| 
-Walks Secretary +| |Len Newland| 
-Social Secretary +|Secretary|*Sheila Binns| 
-'Assistant Social Secretary Membership Secretary +|Assistant Secretary| Barbara Bruce| 
-Assistant Membership Secretary ​Committee Members +|Treasurer|*Neil Brown| 
-Federation Delegates +|Walks Secretary|*Spiro Hajinakitas| 
-Substitution Federation Delegate Conservation Secretary +|Social Secretary|*Ailsa Hocking| 
-Magazine Editor +|Assistant Social Secretary|Not yet appointed| 
-Magazine Business Manager Duplicator Operator +|Membership Secretary|*John Redfern| 
-Keeper of Maps & Timetables Equipment Hire +|Assistant Membership Secretary|Not yet appointed| 
-Search & Rescue ContactsFazeley Read +|Committee Members|*Hans Stichter
-Bob HodEson +| |*Gordon Lee| 
-Len Newland_ Sheila Binns Barbara Bruce Neil Brown - - Spiro Hajinakitas Ailsa HoCkirt +| |*Marcia Shappert
-Not yet appointed ​John Redfern +| |*Denise Brown| 
-Not yet appointed ​Hans Stichter Gordon Lee +|Federation Delegates|*Christine Austin
-Marcia Shappert Denise Brown +| |*Stephen Hodgman
-Christine Austin Stephen Hodgman Spiro Hajinakitas Gordon Lee +| |Spiro Hajinakitas
-Not yet appointed ​-Alex Colley Helen Gray Bill Burke Bob Duncan +| |Gordon Lee| 
-John Holly +|Substitution Federation Delegate|Not yet appointed
-ONO 1. 06. +|Conservation Secretary|Alex Colley
-Marcia Shappert Don Finch +|Magazine Editor| ​Helen Gray
-Ray Hookway +|Magazine Business Manager|Bill Burke
-Archivist Phil Butt +|Duplicator Operator| ​Bob Duncan| 
-Auditor Gordon Redmond +|Keeper of Maps & Timetables| ​John Holly| 
-Solicitor Colin Broad +|Equipment Hire|---| 
-Trustees Heather White +|Search & Rescue Contacts|Marcia Shappert|  
-Gordon Redmond Bill Burke +| |Don Finch| 
-Coolana Management Committee Dot Butler +| |Ray Hookway| 
-George Gray +|ArchivistPhil Butt| 
-John Redfern +|AuditorGordon Redmond| 
-Brian Hart +|SolicitorColin Broad| 
-Kosciusko ​Huts Association Delegate Bill Burke Projectionist Hans Beck +|TrusteesHeather White| 
-Barry Wallace+| |Gordon Redmond|  
 +| |Bill Burke| 
 +|Coolana Management CommitteeDot Butler| 
 +| |George Gray| 
 +| |John Redfern| 
 +| |Brian Hart| 
 +| |Barry Wallace| 
 +|Kosciuszko ​Huts Association DelegateBill Burke|  
 +|ProjectionistHans Beck| 
 * Indicates members of the Committee. * Indicates members of the Committee.
-40. + 
-. + 
-DEEPEST SYMPATHY+**DEEPEST SYMPATHY**\\
 To our two club members Hans and Otto Stichter, we offer deepest/ sympathy on the recent death of their father, Mx. Otto Stichter Snr., in a car accident. To their mother, injured in the same accident, we wish a speedy recovery. To our two club members Hans and Otto Stichter, we offer deepest/ sympathy on the recent death of their father, Mx. Otto Stichter Snr., in a car accident. To their mother, injured in the same accident, we wish a speedy recovery.
  
-OUR PRESIDENT.+**OUR PRESIDENT**\\
 Fazeley is now out of hospital and back home at Neutral Bay. She is managing to get around on her crutches with one leg in heavy plaster. She even managed to get to the Annual General Meeting! Fazeley is now out of hospital and back home at Neutral Bay. She is managing to get around on her crutches with one leg in heavy plaster. She even managed to get to the Annual General Meeting!
  
 On February 27th, as we were putting the February magazine together at the Gray's place, who should arrive but Fazeley ("​I'​ve come to help as promised"​) en route from Maitland to North Shore Hospital. It was too late to alter that magazine, so it's hoped no one travelled to Maitland after that date! On February 27th, as we were putting the February magazine together at the Gray's place, who should arrive but Fazeley ("​I'​ve come to help as promised"​) en route from Maitland to North Shore Hospital. It was too late to alter that magazine, so it's hoped no one travelled to Maitland after that date!
  
-Please add to your new membership list (non-active) ​2- +Please add to your new membership list (non-active) ​:- Alice and Allan Wyborn - Phone 063.5941-53
-Alice and Allan Wyborn - Phone 063.5941-53 +
-NOT TO BE OUTDONE ​ *  +
-John Redfern,- our Membership Secretary, who joined the club at the/ same time as Fazeley, has made 1979 his unluoky,​year too.: He fell in Barber'​s Creek last weekend, badly cutting his left leg below the knee. (Yes! Identical place to Fazeley'​s injury!)+
  
-He, too, is recovering at home (with umpteen stitches in his leg). +**NOT TO BE OUTDONE**\\  
-But he, too, made it to the Annual General Meeting. Get well sobn, John. A +John Redfern, our Membership Secretary, who joined the club at the same time as Fazeley has made 1979 his unlucky,​year too. He fell in Barber'​s Creek last weekend, badly cutting his left leg below the knee. (Yes! Identical place to Fazeley'​s injury!) 
-We regret to report the death of a former member, Claude Haynes on February 12. Claude joined Sydney Bushwalkers in 1045; from 1949 to 1955 he was club auditor.+ 
 +He, too, is recovering at home (with umpteen stitches in his leg). But he, too, made it to the Annual General Meeting. Get well soon, John.  
 + 
 + 
 +We regret to report the death of a former member, Claude Haynes on February 12. Claude joined Sydney Bushwalkers in 1945; from 1949 to 1955 he was Club auditor.
 As well as being a walker, he was always a keen surfer (he was a Bondi Life Saver for many years). Despite being blind in his last years, Claude still played bowls. It was following a game of bowls that he died, at his home on the Gold Coast. As well as being a walker, he was always a keen surfer (he was a Bondi Life Saver for many years). Despite being blind in his last years, Claude still played bowls. It was following a game of bowls that he died, at his home on the Gold Coast.
  
  
-AUTUMN WALKS PROGRAME. ​+===== Autumn Walk Programme ===== 
 Correction to TEST WALKS markings. ​ Correction to TEST WALKS markings. ​
- - Y.' . - . .... . ..... + 
-Unfortunately a few errors in the indication of TEST WALKS occurred in the current (March to May>,Walks.Programme.+Unfortunately a few errors in the indication of TEST WALKS occurred in the current (March to May> Walks Programme.
 Please alter your Walks Programme as indicated below. It would also be appreciated if members mentioned these corrections to prospective members, as prospectives do not always get a copy of the magazine. Please alter your Walks Programme as indicated below. It would also be appreciated if members mentioned these corrections to prospective members, as prospectives do not always get a copy of the magazine.
-TriRs NOT indicated as Test Walks?, but which should be marked  + 
-1)' ​Easter ​7. 13/16 April - Budawangs. Leader: TONY DENHAM. ​Day Test +Walks NOT indicated as Test Walks, but which should be marked ​ 
-0  + 
-Walks. ​2) Sunday 29th April - Blackheath. Leader: DIANA LYNN. +1)Easter 13/16 April - Budawangs. Leader: TONY DENHAM. 0 
-TM s shown as Test Walks which are NOT of the required standard and are not Test Walks  + 
-Anzac Day 25th April Cowan to Hawkesbury River. +2)Sunday 29th April - Blackheath. Leader: DIANA LYNN. 
-Leader: JIM BROWN. (All track walking) + 
-Sunday 6th May Waterfall to Engadine. Leader: NEIL BROWN.+Trips shown as Test Walks which are NOT of the required standard and are not Test Walks  
 + 
 +1)Anzac Day 25th April Cowan to Hawkesbury River. Leader: JIM BROWN. (All track walking) 
 + 
 +2)Sunday 6th May Waterfall to Engadine. Leader: NEIL BROWN.
  
  
 CONGRATULATIONS to Doone and Lesley Wyborn on the birth of their first baby, a boy. CONGRATULATIONS to Doone and Lesley Wyborn on the birth of their first baby, a boy.
 +
  
 ===== Blood and Slime, or Reunion '79 ===== ===== Blood and Slime, or Reunion '79 =====
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 There should be a special protection by the Almighty, against people like George Gray. With that baby-twinkle innocence in his smile and the beguiling softness of his accents, I just naturally trusted him. Never again, though. There should be a special protection by the Almighty, against people like George Gray. With that baby-twinkle innocence in his smile and the beguiling softness of his accents, I just naturally trusted him. Never again, though.
  
-"​There'​s water laid on at Coolana now," he said, "both at the shed and at the campfire area." But I never dreamt that he meant laid on all round - above, below, in our hair, in our pants, in our kids and in our pudding. By tea-time Saturday it sloshed around our ankles; by campfire time it washed our knees; on Sunday morning it ruined six dampers; and at the car park on Sunday afternoon, with David Cotton and Victor Lewin both bogged to the a:celtrees, we could have lilo'd down the road.+"​There'​s water laid on at Coolana now," he said, "both at the shed and at the campfire area." But I never dreamt that he meant laid on all round - above, below, in our hair, in our pants, in our kids and in our pudding. By tea-time Saturday it sloshed around our ankles; by campfire time it washed our knees; on Sunday morning it ruined six dampers; and at the car park on Sunday afternoon, with David Cotton and Victor Lewin both bogged to the axeltrees, we could have lilo'd down the road.
  
 "​It'​s the wettest reunion since 1950," yelled Jim and Kath above the roar of the rain. For 30 years consecutively,​ come pancake day, they'​ve attended reunions as Mr. and Mrs. Brown, and for unknown years before as "​It'​s the wettest reunion since 1950," yelled Jim and Kath above the roar of the rain. For 30 years consecutively,​ come pancake day, they'​ve attended reunions as Mr. and Mrs. Brown, and for unknown years before as
-Mr. and Miss (separately,​ of course). So I believed them. And later, the +Mr. and Miss (separately,​ of course). So I believed them. And later, the deluge really started. 
-deluge really started.+
 But I'm ahead of myself; let's go back to the beginning. First, though, a moment'​s grace, if you please, before I write more - I must tend my itching leech bites before I drip blood on the page; and you can take time to scratch yours. But I'm ahead of myself; let's go back to the beginning. First, though, a moment'​s grace, if you please, before I write more - I must tend my itching leech bites before I drip blood on the page; and you can take time to scratch yours.
-Trusty H-frame on my back, lilo under one arm and esky under the other, + 
-I mooched off down the track with Heather and Don Finch doing their second all-home-comforts pack-horsing trip down the hill. My, of my, how we used to look down on those hikers on the Palms track with their trannies, their +Trusty H-frame on my back, lilo under one arm and esky under the other, I mooched off down the track with Heather and Don Finch doing their second all-home-comforts pack-horsing trip down the hill. My, of my, how we used to look down on those hikers on the Palms track with their trannies, their Sunday Teles, their lemonade and their sheilas under their armsThough, come to think of it, there must always have been an element of the hiker in S.B.W; else, where did all those second generation reuners come from? 
-Sunday Teles, their lemonade and their sheilas under their armsThough, + 
-come to think of it, there must always have been an element of the hiker in S.B.W; else, where did all those second generation reuners come from? +There was the faintest hint of a drizzle in the air, interspersed with bright patches of sun as I came across George, under the direction of his manager, Helen, erecting the signs to the campfire site. He pressed steadily ahead with his task, to a helpful accompaniment from Phil Butt. "That arrow'​s pointing straight up the tree. You'll have everyone trying to climb it. It's as bad as the road sign that says stop on red light. How can you, when 
-There was the faintest hint of a drizzle in the air, interspersed with +it's up on a pole? Or, radar used to check speed. Well, what checks it now?" I was really surprised to learn the adjectives that George'​s soft voice can muster, when moved. 
-bright patches of sun as I came across George, under the direction of his manager, Helen, erecting the signs to the campfire site. He pressed steadily ahead with his task, to a helpful accompaniment from Phil Butt. "That arrow'​s pointing straight up the tree. You'll have everyone trying to climb it. It's as bad as the road sign that says stop on red light. How can you, when + 
-it's up on a pole? Or, radar used to sheck speed. Well, what checks it now?" +Arrived at the site, I pitched my tent on a terrace overlooking the campfire amphitheatre. Then I decided to move it. Helen catching sight of me called out, "​Didn'​t you like the look of us?" Simple questions merit simple answers. "​No,"​ I answered enigmatically. ​Far be it to confess, in public, that an old stager like me had pitched his abode on a red-bull-Joe nest. 
-I was really surprised to learn the adjectives that George'​s soft voice can muster, when moved. + 
-Arrived at the site, I pitched my tent on a terrace overlooking the campfire amphitheatre. Then I decided to move it. Helen catching sight of me called out, "​Didn'​t you like the look of us?" Simple questions merit simple answers. "​No,"​ I answered enigmatically. ​Farbeit ​to confess, in public, that an old stager like me had pitched his abode on a red-bull-Joe nest. +Lolling back on lilo, bewitched by the early afternoon sun into thinking that a pleasant weekend lay ahead, and with a mellowing cup of Nirvana in my hand, I watched the reuners ​coming down the hill. Belinda McKenzie in vibrating yellow; Gladys Roberts with her knitting needles clicking; Stephen and Wendy Hodgman by pushbike from Berry via Mt. Cambewarra, no less; Spiro under a Japanese parasol to keep the sun off and with the kids in tow - hey wait on. SPIRO WITH KIDS?? Relax - they were borrowed, of course. The Rigbys came from the deep south, also with borrowed family. 
-Page 17 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER March, 1979 + 
-Lolling back on lilo, bewitched by the early afternoon sun into +"​Looking ​for Jenny and Stan", said a passer by. "Has anyone seen them?" 
- thinking that a pleasant weekend lay ahead, and with a mellowing cup of Nirvana in my hand, I watched the reunerr ​coming down the hill. Belinda McKenzie in vibrating yellow; Gladys Roberts with her knitting needles +
-clicking; Stephen and Wendy Hodgman by pushbike from Berry via Mt. Cambewarra, no less; Sniro under a Japanese parasol to keep the sun off and with the kids in tow - hey wait on. SPIRO WITH KIDS??Relax - they were borrowed, of +
-course. The Rigbys came from the deep south, also with borrowed family. +
-looking ​for Jenny and Stan", said a passer by. "Has anyone seen them?"+
 "You don't look for the Maddens",​ quipped an old hand, "you listen."​ "You don't look for the Maddens",​ quipped an old hand, "you listen."​
-Next, clompety-clomp,​ clompty-clomp with her porters George Gray and + 
-Bob Hodgson, came Fazeley, our first-ever four-legged president, encased from toe to hip in two and a half tonnes of plaster of Paris. And with her own private throne. +Next, clompety-clomp,​ clompty-clomp with her porters George Gray and Bob Hodgson, came Fazeley, our first-ever four-legged president, encased from toe to hip in two and a half tonnes of plaster of Paris. And with her own private throne. 
-"​Throne?"​ you atAc- "since when did we enthrone our presidents?"​ Well, now, since when did you ever try to answer the call of nature in the bush + 
-with tonnes of plaster encasing you? The throne did present a problem, though: how, to site it and the president'​s tent so that there was sufficient visual and acoustic separation ​1,​--fulth ​minimum hobbling distance to campfire, +"​Throne?"​ you ask- "since when did we enthrone our presidents?"​ Well, now, since when did you ever try to answer the call of nature in the bush with tonnes of plaster encasing you? The throne did present a problem, though: how, to site it and the president'​s tent so that there was sufficient visual and acoustic separation ​but with minimum hobbling distance to campfire, water tap, the shed and surrounding friends. Fortunately,​ George found a thick thicket of lilli-pilli conveniently nearby. 
-water tap, the shed and surrounding friends. Fortunately,​ George found a thick thicket of lilli-pilli conveniently nearby. + 
-MER-RAA-AAOW-WOO-AAAH::: ' ​The Nirvana spilled from my hand; the sun +MER-RAA-AAOW-WOO-AAAH!!!! The Nirvana spilled from my hand; the sun ducked behind a towering cloud; fifteen kids ducked behind their mothers'​ skirts. What was that? It was Don Finch, aided by several megabels of chain saw, cutting down and cutting up a dead tree for Bill Burke, Jim Vatiliotis, ​Phil Butt and Barry Wallace to build the camp fire. 
-ducked behind a towering cloud; fifteen kids ducked behind their mothers'​ skirts. What was that? It was Don Finch, aided by several megabels of chain +
-saw, cutting down and cutting up a dead tree for Bill Burke, Jim Vatiliotis, +
-?hil Butt and Barry Wallace to build the camp fire.+
 Soon, all was in readiness. The sun reappeared; colourful tents dotted the natural amphitheatre;​ the professional-looking camp-fire pile graced its centre; colourful people wandered around in gossipping reunion; Bruce McInnes Soon, all was in readiness. The sun reappeared; colourful tents dotted the natural amphitheatre;​ the professional-looking camp-fire pile graced its centre; colourful people wandered around in gossipping reunion; Bruce McInnes
-pitched his tent nearby and reinforced the supply of Nirvana; Debbie and +pitched his tent nearby and reinforced the supply of Nirvana; Debbie and Geoffrey gathered the firewood - and Jupiter Pluvius arrived. And Jupiter Pluvius stayed. It got darker; it got noisier; it got wetter; it put out our fire with the steak half raw; and the only cheer was the inner cheer.
-Geoffrey gathered the firewood - and Jupiter Pluvius arrived. And Jupiter Pluvius stayed. It got darker; it got noisier; it got wetter; it put out our fire with the steak half raw; and the only cheer was the inner cheer+
-We cowered in our tents and hunched over our half-cooked dinners and glowered at the liouid blackness of the surrounding night. +
-And then the true genius of the Coolana Committee,​and the lAner wisdom +
-of the years of effort by Dot, George and their assistants was revealed for all to witness. +
-0 "We must have a shed," they had said, "and a fireplace in it, for the times of total fire ban when you're not allowed a fire in the open, not even ate' water."​ But we'now had a shed for our Reunion '79, which otherwise cculxime'​er have been held in the teeming torrent of that Saturday night. +
-Down the hill we waded and swam in our hooded anoraks and groundsheets,​ until more than 80 -'of which half were offspring - were dripping on Dot'​s +
-crazy-slate concrete floor: on lilos, cushions, rugs, a folding chair for Fazeley and, would you believe, a queen-size inner-spring mattress.+
  
-By the light of LPG, we had Paganini, Larry Adler and Burl Ives, winging along through all our campfire classics, until better light revealed them as Gordon Lee, Bob Hodgson and Len Newland respectively, ​wity Barbara Bruce as conductor, swingster, M.C. and lead singer all in one. Eventually, we realised that we could hear our voices singing, instead of Jupiter Pluvius roaring on the roof. And 10 while we were in the safety of the shed, old Jupiter held off and listened. +We cowered in our tents and hunched over our half-cooked dinners and glowered at the liquid blackness of the surrounding night. 
-By way of divertisement,​ the Dot Butler theatre company acted out the + 
-degenerate tale of "Lord Lundy",​ the bearded baby Don Finch with dummy and +And then the true genius of the Coolana Committee,​and the inner wisdom of the years of effort by Dot, George and their assistants was revealed for all to witness. 
-bonnet, whose mother'​s elder sister (Judith Rostron) was "​married'​ to a parvenue"​ (David R.), and who opined + 
-11 ... drat the miserable, peevish brat.+"We must have a shed," they had said, "and a fireplace in it, for the times of total fire ban when you're not allowed a fire in the open, not even fire water."​ But we now had a shed for our Reunion '79, which otherwise could ne'er have been held in the teeming torrent of that Saturday night. 
 + 
 +Down the hill we waded and swam in our hooded anoraks and groundsheets,​ until more than 80- of which half were offspring - were dripping on Dot's crazy-slate concrete floor: on lilos, cushions, rugs, a folding chair for Fazeley and, would you believe, a queen-size inner-spring mattress. 
 + 
 +By the light of LPG, we had Paganini, Larry Adler and Burl Ives, winging along through all our campfire classics, until better light revealed them as Gordon Lee, Bob Hodgson and Len Newland respectively, ​witty Barbara Bruce as conductor, swingster, M.C. and lead singer all in one. Eventually, we realised that we could hear our voices singing, instead of Jupiter Pluvius roaring on the roof. And 10 while we were in the safety of the shed, old Jupiter held off and listened. 
 + 
 +By way of divertisement,​ the Dot Butler theatre company acted out the degenerate tale of "Lord Lundy",​ the bearded baby Don Finch with dummy and bonnet, whose mother'​s elder sister (Judith Rostron) was "​married'​ to a parvenue"​ (David R.), and who opined 
 + 
 +"... drat the miserable, peevish brat.
 Why don't they drown the little beast?"​ Why don't they drown the little beast?"​
  
-At which point I could have sworn I heard real-life mother-in-law,​ Frances, +At which point I could have sworn I heard real-life mother-in-law,​ Frances, murmer approvingly,​ "Hear, hear". 
-murmer approvingly,​ "Hear, hear"​. + 
-Neither the efforts of Helen Gray as his mother, Susan as the cat with detachable ears and tail, Christine Austin as "his mother'​s mother, who hell +Neither the efforts of Helen Gray as his mother, Susan as the cat with detachable ears and tail, Christine Austin as "his mother'​s mother, who hell some dignity or other",​ nor Barry Wallace as his pal could prevent his degeneration through successive posts as Secretary for India, The Colonies and War to Curator of Big Ben. Until, at last, Jim Brown - The Duke, his ancient grand sire - could bear the shame no more and quoth "My language fails. Go out and govern New South Wales." 
-some dignity or other",​ nor Barry Wallace as his pa could prevent his degeneration through successive posts as Secretary for India, The Colonies and War to + 
-Curator of Big Ben. Until, at last, Jim Brown - The Duke, his ancient grand sire - could bear the shame no more and quoth "My language fails. Go out and govern New South Vales." +They were succeeded by our singing group, the Scrub Bashers - the voices of John Redfern, Ailsa Hocking, Judith Rostron and that Lynnet-chorister-returnedfrom-Aberdeen,​ Debbie McInnes - all accompanied by the aforesaid orchestral trio and leader. Through their harmony, we heard the English folk song "The Lime Juice Tub", Alex Hood's "Bill Jinks" and a trilogy of songs by migrants formerly working on the Snowy Mountains project,"​Blowering Dam", "Old Talbingo"​ and "​Watson'​s Crags"​. 
-They were succeeded by our singing group, the Scrub Bashers - the voices + 
-of John Redfern, Ailsa Hocking, Judith Rostron and that Lynnet-chorister-returnedfrom-Aberdeen,​ Debbie McInnes - all accompanied by the aforesaid orchestral trio and leader. Through their harmony, we heard the English folk song "The Lime Juice Tub", Alex Hood's "Bill Jinks" and a trilogy of songs by migrants formerly working on the Snowy Mountains project,"​Blowering Dam", "Old Talbingo"​ and "​Watson'​s Crags"​. +Jim Brown inducted President Fazeley for the second time, assisted by just enough has-been presidents to festoon her with the accoutrements of office. "Just what I need", said Fazeley with feeling when The Bone was handed to her. 
-Jim Brown inducted President Fazeley for the second time, assisted by + 
-just enough has-been presidents to festoon her with the accoutrements of office. "Just what I need", said Fazeley with feeling when The Bone was handed to her. +To conclude the concert, Digby Rigby as the lost leader, and Helen Gray as the "​demure,​ shy prospective"​ he got lost with, regaled us with a poem (?) from a bygone issue of the magazine. And, of course, on that particular Saturday night the verse that brought the house down was Helen'​s expressive lines, 
-To conclude the concert, Digby Rigby as the lost leader, and Helen Gray as the "​demure,​ shy prospective"​ he got lost with, regaled us with a poem (?) from a.bygone issue of the magazine. ​,And, of course, on that particular Saturday night the verse that brought the house down was Helen'​s expressive + 
-lines, +"In mud and slime they wander,\\ 
- "​In mud and slime they wander, +Prospective ​near to tears;\\  
-Prosoective ​near to tears; Just becau-e ​it's oozing Up around her ears"​. +Just because ​it's oozing ​ 
-Spiro now announced that in the period that the rain had held off, Dot Butler, Christine Austin and other willing hands had helped him to prepare the suppersoon, we thronged around with our mugsof steaming cocoa and +Up around her ears".\\ 
-coffee', with good, rich fruit cake to replenish the energy we had expanded in singing. ​+ 
 +Spiro now announced that in the period that the rain had held off, Dot Butler, Christine Austin and other willing hands had helped him to prepare the supper soon, we thronged around with our mugs of steaming cocoa and 
 +coffee, with good, rich fruit cake to replenish the energy we had expanded in singing. ​
  
 The 1979 reunion sing-song was over. Or was it just beginning? Going up the hill towards my tent and bed, I found the official campfire merrily blazing, lighting up the amphitheatre with a cheerful, orange glow, while The 1979 reunion sing-song was over. Or was it just beginning? Going up the hill towards my tent and bed, I found the official campfire merrily blazing, lighting up the amphitheatre with a cheerful, orange glow, while
 the voices of Barry and Barbara led the ringing and the skirrl of the bagpipes in the background made a pleasant lullaby. Then Jupiter Pluvius returned. the voices of Barry and Barbara led the ringing and the skirrl of the bagpipes in the background made a pleasant lullaby. Then Jupiter Pluvius returned.
 +
 But down in the tin shed, things were still happening. And, by golly, they went on happening until one thirty Sunday morning when Bob Hodgson blew his last, long harmonica breath and the assembly prepared to - hey: hang on: But down in the tin shed, things were still happening. And, by golly, they went on happening until one thirty Sunday morning when Bob Hodgson blew his last, long harmonica breath and the assembly prepared to - hey: hang on:
 what's this dual apparition of push bikes materialising through the flood? what's this dual apparition of push bikes materialising through the flood?
-PeterSargent and Leon Vella, by pushbike through the furious stormy rages, all thecway ​from Sydney. And still alive. "Have we missed all the singing?"​ they asked, so breathlessly,​ so damply, so plaintively. Bob Hodgson found another breath, to blow another chord, and the revelling revived until three-thirty: + 
-On Sunday morning, dawn broke like a tidalbore inthe firth of Forth! Four times I awakened, listened to the Indian Pacific. roaring over my head, cowered deeper into my Paddy-down and hoped that by some miracle my breakfast eggs might cook themselves. The fifth-time, a different miracle occurred: in the silence, albeit grey, I found that Jupiter had relented long enough to let the breakfast fires start up around the camp, and for the Sunday gossippero and photographers to start their rounds. Soon, we were all self- consciously peeing over our shoulders whenever Don Matthews or David Cotton got within telephoto range. +Peter Sargent and Leon Vella, by pushbike through the furious stormy rages, all the way from Sydney. And still alive. "Have we missed all the singing?"​ they asked, so breathlessly,​ so damply, so plaintively. Bob Hodgson found another breath, to blow another chord, and the revelling revived until three-thirty
-Ere long, a furtive parasol came creeping through the bushes; ​-'​alnet ​out" ​from under groped a hand to test the temperature of the various corners of the campfire. Satisfied, at last, it deposited abush-oven made of aluminium + 
-pan and plate, and covered it ever so scientifically with glowing coals. +On Sunday morning, dawn broke like a tidal bore in the firth of Forth! Four times I awakened, listened to the Indian Pacific. roaring over my head, cowered deeper into my Paddy-down and hoped that by some miracle my breakfast eggs might cook themselves. The fifth time, a different miracle occurred: in the silence, albeit grey, I found that Jupiter had relented long enough to let the breakfast fires start up around the camp, and for the Sunday gossippero and photographers to start their rounds. Soon, we were all self- consciously peeing over our shoulders whenever Don Matthews or David Cotton got within telephoto range. 
-Its foray finished, the parasol departed as furitively as it had come. + 
-A nervy morning then began. Between showers, the cooks came in waves to the embers, and retreated whenever the rain returned. At each temporary clearing in the torrent, a new batch of dampers appeared. Black ones, white ones, big ones, small ones - and a brilliant red one, stained by the blood of a thousand leeches. Gem Gagne'​s with a golden-brown crust, redolent of the colours in a Fitzpatrick travelogue. Susan Gray's creative, heart-shaped damper. ​- was she trying to convey a message to the judge? Joan Rigby' ​with a cup of white wine on top. Definitely a message to the judge. +Ere long, a furtive parasol came creeping through the bushes; ​and out from under groped a hand to test the temperature of the various corners of the campfire. Satisfied, at last, it deposited a bush-oven made of aluminium 
-Then the parasol reappeared and out fiam under came Spiro, timing his entry as dramatically ​--and as fittingly - US Mephistopheles at the fall of Faust. Nonchalantly,​ he scraped a hole in the ashes and a-a-a-ah, the sighs of veneration as he revealed his maiden-brown masterpiece with chUracteristic ​panache.+pan and plate, and covered it ever so scientifically with glowing coals. Its foray finished, the parasol departed as furitively as it had come. 
 + 
 +A nervy morning then began. Between showers, the cooks came in waves to the embers, and retreated whenever the rain returned. At each temporary clearing in the torrent, a new batch of dampers appeared. Black ones, white ones, big ones, small ones - and a brilliant red one, stained by the blood of a thousand leeches. Gem Gagne'​s with a golden-brown crust, redolent of the colours in a Fitzpatrick travelogue. Susan Gray's creative, heart-shaped damper. ​Was she trying to convey a message to the judge? Joan Rigby'with a cup of white wine on top. Definitely a message to the judge. 
 + 
 +Then the parasol reappeared and out from under came Spiro, timing his entry as dramatically - and as fittingly - as Mephistopheles at the fall of Faust. Nonchalantly,​ he scraped a hole in the ashes and a-a-a-ah, the sighs of veneration as he revealed his maiden-brown masterpiece with characteristic ​panache. 
 Meanwhile, down at the shed, a ranger from the NPWLS dropped in to discuss prospects for a mutually beneficial land swap. Dot Butler, Bill Burke and Brian Hart promptly gave him an impressive, erudite Royal Tour of the Coolana hectares. Meanwhile, down at the shed, a ranger from the NPWLS dropped in to discuss prospects for a mutually beneficial land swap. Dot Butler, Bill Burke and Brian Hart promptly gave him an impressive, erudite Royal Tour of the Coolana hectares.
-Page lc THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER March, 1979 + 
- Now appeared the damper judge. Our mouths salivate and we waited with baited breath for the verdict. Could this be the year that some greater genius would achieve immortability by toppling the might Spiro as the all-time damper champ? +Now appeared the damper judge. Our mouths salivate and we waited with baited breath for the verdict. Could this be the year that some greater genius would achieve immortability by toppling the might Spiro as the all-time damper champ? 
-Drawing deep his breath, the judge began: + 
-"We can live without literature, music and art; +Drawing deep his breath, the judge began:\\ 
-We can live without conscience and live without heart; We can live without talent and live without books; But civilized man cannot live without cooks."​ +"We can live without literature, music and art;\\ 
-Then he continued, "And by the looks of some of these dampers, it could be dangerous to live with them:+We can live without conscience and live without heart;\\  
-The judge soon demonstrated that he not only had a finely developed knowledge of the art of cooking damper; but a finely developed instinct for survival, too. He dragooned Dot Butler and Len Newland as tasters. Colour, crustiness, taste, texture - all were carefully savoured, and savoured again, until four were on one side and classed as equal in superiority of calibre. And then, one other; a solitary, larger, golden-browner,​ crustier, better- textured, tastier damper found favour above them all - and 'twas the maestro'​sThe year has still to come to topple Spiro from his throne. But it could be coming soon. "Next year, we'll put Super Glue 5000 in his flour",​ I heard a McInnes voice whisper. +We can live without talent and live without books;\\  
-Now, here ends our story. Here returns our darkest enemy, J.P., with renewed energy after his morning rest. It rained, it poured, it bucketed down. We shrank into our tents and ate our cold lunches until, tails between our legs and groundsheets over our bodies and packs, we beat our hasty retreat up the hill, revved our motors and ran for home. All except Fazeley. Mink can run in the rain on four legs, but not Fazeley. So, enter the knights in shining armour, albeit rusty and wet. Magdy Hammad and Victor Lewis, Sherpa +But civilized man cannot live without cooks."​\\ 
-porters extraordinaire, ​portagin, ​the president and her tonnes of plaster to the haven of the cars. + 
-And the water is orobably ​still laid on, upon Coolana'​s folds. It certainly was as I burned the last of the leeches off me and headed home. +Then he continued, "And by the looks of some of these dampers, it could be dangerous to live with them." 
-Note: Facts, opinions and other -tatements ​in thin article are not shared by the author, the club, its officers, their friends nor any other persons within or without our ken. Names used are fictitious and do nor refer to real persons alive, dead or nearly dead. No suits will be entertained for libel, defamation, breach of promise, pollution of the ecology,​swindling of motels nor any other nefarious practice.+ 
 +The judge soon demonstrated that he not only had a finely developed knowledge of the art of cooking damper; but a finely developed instinct for survival, too. He dragooned Dot Butler and Len Newland as tasters. Colour, crustiness, taste, texture - all were carefully savoured, and savoured again, until four were on one side and classed as equal in superiority of calibre. And then, one other; a solitary, larger, golden-browner,​ crustier, better- textured, tastier damper found favour above them all - and 'twas the maestro'​sThe year has still to come to topple Spiro from his throne. But it could be coming soon. "Next year, we'll put Super Glue 5000 in his flour",​ I heard a McInnes voice whisper. 
 + 
 +Now, here ends our story. Here returns our darkest enemy, J.P., with renewed energy after his morning rest. It rained, it poured, it bucketed down. We shrank into our tents and ate our cold lunches until, tails between our legs and groundsheets over our bodies and packs, we beat our hasty retreat up the hill, revved our motors and ran for home. All except Fazeley. Mink can run in the rain on four legs, but not Fazeley. So, enter the knights in shining armour, albeit rusty and wet. Magdy Hammad and Victor Lewis, Sherpa porters extraordinaire, ​portaging ​the president and her tonnes of plaster to the haven of the cars. 
 + 
 +And the water is probably ​still laid on, upon Coolana'​s folds. It certainly was as I burned the last of the leeches off me and headed home. 
 + 
 +Note: Facts, opinions and other statements ​in thin article are not shared by the author, the club, its officers, their friends nor any other persons within or without our ken. Names used are fictitious and do nor refer to real persons alive, dead or nearly dead. No suits will be entertained for libel, defamation, breach of promise, pollution of the ecology,​swindling of motels nor any other nefarious practice.
  
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