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-	COLORADO.
+===== One Year In Colorado. =====
-(From.a.letter.da;77679/82)	by Bob Duncan.
-We have had a fantastic year. During the eight months of winter Rossiya and the children became fanatical skiers, so that except for one very good 4-day walk, little walking was done. But with the coming of
+(From a letter dated 16/9/82)
-summer they became equally fanatical walkers. Rosslyn goes walking with a group of robust ladies each Wednesday, and each weekend the four of us go walking together.
-The walking has changed dramatically since I was here 20 years ago.
+by Bob Duncan.
-Then one did one's own route-finding and almost never saw a track or anyone
-else on the trip. Now unbelievable numbers walk so that to save the tundra
+We have had a fantastic year. During the eight months of winter Rosslyn and the children became fanatical skiers, so that except for one very good 4-day walk, little walking was done. But with the coming of summer they became equally fanatical walkers. Rosslyn goes walking with a group of robust ladies each Wednesday, and each weekend the four of us go walking together.
-from trampling the authorities have put in tracks to above the tundra line
-and impose severe penalties for leaving them. It makes walking must less challenging, but the mountains are still beautiful. The animals which were
+The walking has changed dramatically since I was here 20 years ago. Then one did one's own route-finding and almost never saw a track or anyone else on the trip. Now unbelievable numbers walk so that to save the tundra from trampling the authorities have put in tracks to above the tundra line and impose severe penalties for leaving them. It makes walking much less challenging, but the mountains are still beautiful. The animals which were once so shy now blatantly beg for titbits all along the tracks.
-once so shy now blatantly beg for titbits all along the tracks.
-The most spectacular peak here, which we can see from our bedroom
+The most spectacular peak here, which we can see from our bedroom window, is Long's Peak at 14,236 feet, and 10,000 people climb it each year! When I read this I couldn't believe it, but I did after we climbed it ourselves and saw the mobs. Such crowds are dangerous because one of the chutes which has to be climbed is very steep and narrow and displaced rocks fly down disconcertingly. Also, passing people going the other way on the ledges is quite an acrobatic feat. Thirty nine people have been killed in the last ten years, though most of these have been on winter or technical climbs. It is an 18-mile trek (there and back) and 5,000' of actual climb (ignoring ups and downs). There is only one non-technical route, and this year this was only open (i.e. snow free) for about four weeks. It's similar to Mt. Anne but bigger and steeper. The altitude makes it a bit more difficult too. We have climbed two higher peaks but Long's is definitely the most exciting; it's easy to see why it is so popular.
-window, is Long's Peak at 14,236 feet, and 10,000 people climb it each year:
-When I read this I couldn't believe it, but I did after we climbed it ourselves and-saw the mobs. Such crowds are dangerous because one of the chutes
+The big problem in climbing here, which you don't get in Australia and New Zealand is lightning. In summer, thunderstorms build up virtually every day by lunchtime and vicious ground strikes bang down on all sides. In the U.S.A. 500 people a year are killed by lightning and another 1,500 maimed. It is the next biggest cause of accidental death and injury after road accidents. Furthermore a disproportionate number of these deaths and injuries occur in Colorado, and a disproportionate number of the Coloradan deaths and injuries occur to climbers.
-which has to be climbed is very steep and narrow and displaced rocks fly down disconcertingly. Also, passing people going the other way on the ledges is
-quite an acrobatic feat. Thirty nine people have been killed in the last
+Everyone is justifiably terrified of lightning and our main concern when we go climbing is always to get to the top before the afternoon storms build up. When we climbed Long's we were late in starting (i.e. 7 am) and had to fight against a tide of people coming down the narrow chutes and along the narrow ledges because a big black cloud had caused a panic mass exodus from the top. Fortunately this cloud came to nothing but after we reached the top another cloud came over and chased us off. As we descended down the rock slabs three distant bangs caused me to fret, but then fortunately there were no more. The cloud produced plenty of sleet but no more lightning.
-ten years, though most of these have been on winter or technical climbs.
-It is an 18-mile trek (there and back) and 5,0001 of actual climb (ignoring ups and downs). There is only one non-technical route, and this year this
+----
-was only open (i.e. snow free) for about four weeks. It's similar to
-Mt. Anne but bigger and steeper. The altitude makes it a bit more difficult
+===== "Five Reutrns Dulbolla, Please." =====
-too. We have climbed two higher peaks but Lang's is definitely the most exciting; it's easy to see why it is so popular.
-The big problem in climbing here, which you don't get in Australia
-and New Zealand is lightning. In summer, thunderstorms build up virtually every day by lunchtime and vicious ground strikes bang down an all sides. In the U.S.A. 500 people a year are killed by lightning and another 1,500 maimed. It is the next biggest cause of accidental death and injury after road accidents. Furthermore a disproportionate number of these deaths and
-injuries occur in Colorado, and a disproportionate number of the Coloradan
-deaths and injuries occur to climbers.
-Everyone is justifiably terrified'of lightning and our main concern when we go climbing is always to get to the top before the afternoon storms build up. When we climbed. Lang's we were late in starting (i.e. 7 aa) and had to fight against a tide of people coming down the narrow chutes ana along the narrow ledges because a big black cloud had caused a panic mass exodus from the top. Fortunately this cloud came to nothing but after we reached the top another cloud came over and chased us off. As we descended down the rock slabs three distant bangs caused me to fret, but then fortunately there were no more. The cloud produced plenty of sleet but no more lightning.
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-Page 11	THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKHR
-"FIVE RETURNS DULBOLLA PTIA9E "
 by Ray Kirkby.
-(In the Obituary for the late Ray Kirkby published in the September magazine, Alex Colley said of Ray - "it is probably for his very original humour he will be remembered." Alex has now unearthed a copy  of an article written by Ray and first published in the "Kweensland Speshul Edition" of the magazine in September 1946. It is a good example of the "very original humour" which friends of Ray so greatly
-appreciated, and is republished as originally given in the 1946 magazine.)
+(In the Obituary for the late Ray Kirkby published in the September magazine, Alex Colley said of Ray - "it is probably for his very original humour he will be remembered." Alex has now unearthed a copy of an article written by Ray and first published in the "Kweensland Speshul Edition" of the magazine in September 1946. It is a good example of the "very original humour" which friends of Ray so greatly appreciated, and is republished as originally given in the 1946 magazine.)
-My deah, doTau wish to be booked together with your parrot to Kilimanjaro via King's Cross? Or do you wish to know how to do the cheapest submarine trip up the Yangtze Kiang? If so, I am your man. I am wonderful and I admit it myself. Of course I had to learn by hard experience but I may as well cash in on it and, in years to come, as I drive past in my magnificent limousine from the palatial offices of "Dulbolla Travellers' Aids" to my princely mansion, "Dulbolla", set in the broad acres of "Dulbolla Park", I see you cowering in the gutter with your dirty ruckeack and saying, "He made his money out of us".
-Any simpleton can go to the Railway and ask, "Is there or is there not a certain train running?" We have so much practice at that kind of Question that we all are quite proficient. But how many are able, when required, to tell the Railways where to get off - at least, that is, of course where you. want to get off - or rather where to get off-if they will not let you off where you want to get off.
+My deah, do you wish to be booked together with your parrot to Kilimanjaro via King's Cross? Or do you wish to know how to do the cheapest submarine trip up the Yangtze Kiang? If so, I am your man. I am wonderful and I admit it myself. Of course I had to learn by hard experience but I may as well cash in on it and, in years to come, as I drive past in my magnificent limousine from the palatial offices of "Dulbolla Travellers' Aids" to my princely mansion, "Dulbolla", set in the broad acres of "Dulbolla Park", I see you cowering in the gutter with your dirty ruckeack and saying, "He made his money out of us".
+Any simpleton can go to the Railway and ask, "Is there or is there not a certain train running?" We have so much practice at that kind of question that we all are quite proficient. But how many are able, when required, to tell the Railways where to get off - at least, that is, of course where __you__ want to get off - or rather where to get off if they will not let you off where you want to get off.
 However, actions speak louder than words, let us to a concrete example.
-To commence our Queensland trip I considered it advisable to alight from the Brisbane Express at Dulbolla. Dulbolla is a siding about 60 miles from Brisbane having quite three houses and no platform but only about a mile from the township of Rathdowney. The N.S.W. Railway Guide does not mention the place so resort had to be made to "Enquiries". Here came my first triumph. You know how the clerk, if asked the time of the train to Sulphanilamide, mostly rattles it off without reference to index or page? This time he had to make a few enquiries from me before he could proceed: Then he seized a Queensland Guide and, like a huntsman getting the fox, his eyes gleamed as he actually saw the name "Dulbolla" in print for the first time. Like the Sun surrounded by its planets, like a lovely princess with lesser ladies clustered to her, like flies around a piece of bread and jam,
-Dulbolla was hemmed in by a symbolism which would have inspired Pitman.
-They were all represented - K, f, p, see page 68,, ::, /, and g which means-
-"Don't spit where the platform ought to be" and ij which means '!When you get
-/
-two different answers to the one question, donrt believe either" and, yes, there it is, II!, which means "Stops on Tues. Thurs. and Sat. if required". And we should be there on Sat.
-Of course, I am not blaming Alex for what happened. Perhaps I should have had my party in for tutorial classes twice a week. However, Alex
-offered to buy the tickets - just "Five returns Dulbolla, please". Apparently, after making discreet enquiries, the man endeavoured to hide his ignorance by
-Page 12	THE SYDNEY BUSHWAIKER
-.4,.,
-saying that he could not issue return tickets there and that Alex would have to accept tickets td-Bisbane-"which is about the same". Not having sufficient data in his possession Alex acquiesced. After sifting all the evidence I gathered that N.S.W. is unable to issue return tickets to Queensland stations other than BriSbane but what riled me was that, on a distance calculation, the overcharge was about El per ticket and we did_ not
-want to use a.considerable proportion of the return ticket at all. May could we not buy return tickets to the Border and then get single extensions to Dulbolla?
-The official reluctantly agreed that this could be done but said it would make little difference in cost so I had to make a lot of dalculations
-to prove otherwise and then, only then, did he abandon his defences and surrender, knowing that I had an atom bomb up each sleeve. With good grace (and, I felt, with some respect and a tinge of admiration for me) he handed
-me back lots of five pound notes and told me how to proceed.
-The impact of a ticket to Border Tunnel onto the brain of the train officials had garying effects. Some expressed great astonishment. Others looked at it as people probably looked at the first aeroplane and yet showed not the least curiosity. In the early hours of the morning, when it was still dark, a ticket examiner came through the train and happened to catch Jean away from her home base. Unfortunately, when he asked Jean where she was going, she could not remember beyond the fact that "It starts with ID". He suggested "Deepwater. Perhaps Dapto. Not Dungog? Doonside, Dorrigo,. Dubbo?" He conducted Jean back to the compartment to satisfy himself that it wasn't Gladesville. Then he became quite keen to know where we "Flannel Flowers" were walking - apparently he had dealt with peculiar people before.
-Within a hundred miles of our destination we got quite "jumpy" as to whether, the train might forget or not be advised to stop at our destination. So I planned to ask the engine driver at Casino whether he intended to stop. However, just as I arrived at the engine, a station official handed him a form an which, a carbon copy, I cauld see the word "Dulbolla" written..
-"Only one stop today," he said cheerily, "Dulboola". "Dulbolla;" corrected the enginedriver haughtily.
- The road may have been hard but the climax was worth it. The express came to a standstill and a voice called out "Seats numbers forty two to forty six - Dulbolla" and the conductor gave us advice on how to alight from a train as rucksacks, dilly bags, brown paper parcels and cardboard
-boxes were flung out, and he and_ numerous passengers, whose heads protruded
-from Windows, saw the inexpressible sight of girls jumping onto the rails.
-My deah, we were there and, between us and Rathdowney, only a mile of road and fifty per cent of Dulbolla's fomlyards.
-* * * * * * * * * *
-Page 13	THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	December, 1982.
-THE UNCANNY STORY OF THE S.B.W.MAGAZINE.
+To commence our Queensland trip I considered it advisable to alight from the Brisbane Express at Dulbolla. Dulbolla is a siding about 60 miles from Brisbane having quite three houses and no platform but only about a mile from the township of Rathdowney. The N.S.W. Railway Guide does not mention the place so resort had to be made to "Enquiries". Here came my first triumph. You know how the clerk, if asked the time of the train to Sulphanilamide, mostly rattles it off without reference to index or page? This time he had to make a few enquiries from me before he could proceed! Then he seized a Queensland Guide and, like a huntsman getting the fox, his eyes gleamed as he actually saw the name "Dulbolla" in print for the first time. Like the Sun surrounded by its planets, like a lovely princess with lesser ladies clustered to her, like flies around a piece of bread and jam, Dulbolla was hemmed in by a symbolism which would have inspired Pitman. They were all represented - K, f, p, see page 68, %, ::, @, and ¤ which means "Don't spit where the platform ought to be" and ¤¤¤ which means "When you get two different answers to the one question, donrt believe either" and, yes, there it is, !!!, which means "Stops on Tues. Thurs. and Sat. if required". And we should be there on Sat.
-- by-Evelyn Walker.
-It was suggested recently that members might be interested to know
+Of course, I am not blaming Alex for what happened. Perhaps I should have had my party in for tutorial classes twice a week. However, Alex offered to buy the tickets - just "Five returns Dulbolla, please". Apparently, after making discreet enquiries, the man endeavoured to hide his ignorance by saying that he could not issue return tickets there and that Alex would have to accept tickets to Bisbane "which is about the same". Not having sufficient data in his possession Alex acquiesced. After sifting all the evidence I gathered that N.S.W. is unable to issue return tickets to Queensland stations other than BriSbane but what riled me was that, on a distance calculation, the overcharge was about £l per ticket and we did not want to use a considerable proportion of the return ticket at all. Why could we not buy return tickets to the Border and then get single extensions to Dulbolla?
-the processes by which their magazine comes to them. Despite my reluctance to comment on the unknown I have been persuaded by bewildered members to share the facts with readers
-The story starts, of course, with Kath Brown, whose contribution is 4escribed as typing, but in fact involves the expertise not only of compositor but also of ltiyout artist and collector of regular inclusions, and this
+The official reluctantly agreed that this could be done but said it would make little difference in cost so I had to make a lot of calculations to prove otherwise and then, only then, did he abandon his defences and surrender, knowing that I had an atom bomb up each sleeve. With good grace (and, I felt, with some respect and a tinge of admiration for me) he handed me back lots of five pound notes and told me how to proceed.
-involves a good deal of time each month. The next person in the process is
-Phil Butt, ,who regularly manhandles huge deliveries of paper and turns out 410 x 18 pages Of clean duplicating with fine precision, and delivers them
+The impact of a ticket to Border Tunnel onto the brain of the train officials had varying effects. Some expressed great astonishment. Others looked at it as people probably looked at the first aeroplane and yet showed not the least curiosity. In the early hours of the morning, when it was still dark, a ticket examiner came through the train and happened to catch Jean away from her home base. Unfortunately, when he asked Jean where she was going, she could not remember beyond the fact that "It starts with 'D'". He suggested "Deepwater. Perhaps Dapto. Not Dungog? Doonside, Dorrigo, Dubbo?" He conducted Jean back to the compartment to satisfy himself that it wasn't Gladesville. Then he became quite keen to know where we "Flannel Flowers" were walking - apparently he had dealt with peculiar people before.
-carefully packaged to the Gray household. So far, so good. It is at this
-point that events take an unusual turn.
+Within a hundred miles of our destination we got quite "jumpy" as to whether the train might forget or not be advised to stop at our destination. So I planned to ask the engine driver at Casino whether he intended to stop. However, just as I arrived at the engine, a station official handed him a form on which, a carbon copy, I cauld see the word "Dulbolla" written.
-"Goodday, mate, have some wine?" The benign greeting meets one at the door. Already.- there are relaxed, smiling people wandering round in a relaxed smiling way, glass in hand, savouring the rich odours emanating from the kitchen. The time of the collating of the S.B.W. magazine has come round again. Conversation flows freely, the humour improves and it seems that we are waiting for a party to begin. But no - - at least one person means to get some work done, for about 400 magazine covers appear, to be carefully counted, date-stamped and folded.
-However, it is obvious that nothing further will be done without food, and a cordon bleu curried pumpkin soup, decorated with cream and paprika pepper, is served. Fazeley Read, who is now known to be able to make soup and who produced this masterpiece, is given a loud cheer before silence as the soup disappears. A large bucket containing more is brought round and people are given nearly as _much again. Helen Gray then appears from the kitchen bearing aloft a huge dish of gourmet chicken and mixed vegetables, followed by Kath McInnes with her excellent fried rice, and these offerings are consumed with many knowing appreciative comments. Finally a magnificent pavlova, decorated with cream and fruit, is presented for our delectation.
+"Only one stop today," he said cheerily, "Dulboola".
-Ray Hookway is heard to mutter quietly "Mat about the magazine?" - but the general cry is that the umpteenth episode of Brideshead is now showing on TV and the replete collators relax and take it all in.
-Some time later concern is expressed about getting home before midnight, or. ,whether the.werk could not be much better done the next day, which would. allow the group to move straight on to the tempting supper of cherry cheesecake. However, reason prevails, and Phil covers the table with thick piles of duplicated pages. There is discussion about how the work is to be done. A favourite method involves a line of people walking slowly round the table like slaves round a treadmill, riffling the pages on each pile and seizing one as they go. These are shoved firmly into a cover and passed on to the stapler. But here the mystery begins. The collators appear to be affected in some way by their activities and the speed of the work gradually grows faster and faster. The theory is that the air is slowly saturated with an unknown toxic drug which appears to be released by the riffling of the paper and is inhaled with the paper dust, though this explanation has been
+"Dulbolla;" corrected the enginedriver haughtily.
-Page 14	THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKEIR	December, 1982.
-	.......	o...1.1NW
+The road may have been hard but the climax was worth it. The express came to a standstill and a voice called out "Seats numbers forty two to forty six - Dulbolla" and the conductor gave us advice on how to alight from a train as rucksacks, dilly bags, brown paper parcels and cardboard boxes were flung out, and he and numerous passengers, whose heads protruded from windows, saw the inexpressible sight of girls jumping onto the rails.
-challenged And stringent-tests-are being .made. Whatever the case, the observer will notice an intense expression devel4ing On"each.bent face, as required by the effort of remaining upright, and some fanatic with a wild
-cry urges the pace yet faster and faster, until the room appears to be filled with whirling dervishes performing a secret paper ceremony. Gradually each participant goes into a trance induced by vertigo and intoxication and. becomes unaware of painful feet and heels kicked by the one behind. Stamina is rapidly ebbing when the aupply of paper mercifully gives out, and with a huge sigh the participants stagger to waiting chairs until the air clears.
+My deah, we were there and, between us and Rathdowney, only a mile of road and fifty per cent of Dulbolla's fowlyards.
-As the other people in the room come into focus it is clear that the
-stapler, Spiro Hajinakitas, is not only hypnotised but also punch-drunk. As the filled covers are fitted into the stapling machine he beats out a fierce
+----
-staccato rhythm and gloats over the pile of finished magazines swelling at
-his feet. While this is going on other workers are hastily pasting presorted labels at another table - each their own bundle of postcodes - and these are in turn whipped into elastic bands by Phil - and disappear. The
+===== the Uncanny Story Of The S.B.W. Magazine. =====
-copies move from one group to another asif on an invisible conveyor belt
-and the whole operation is wrapped up with amazing accuracy at top speed and with great smoothness, despite the toxic effects of the materials handled.
+by Evelyn Walker.
-No one knows quite how this is achieved.
-And suddenly, with the removal of the magazines to the confines of someone's car, the atmosphere returns to normal. Hot drinks are prepared, the supper is at last handed round, and the wild, withdrawn expressions fade from the faces. Someone recalls a'complaint about non-arrival of the magazine, while another remembers his temerity in complaining about quality control regarding scratchy pages, only to find that in his following copy the
+It was suggested recently that members might be interested to know the processes by which their magazine comes to them. Despite my reluctance to comment on the unknown I have been persuaded by bewildered members to share the facts with readers...
-pages were placed upside down and back to front, and highly decorated. Dot Butler recalls an occasion when one magazine went out embellished by her footprint made in ink. So, gentle reader, you are warned never to criticise the quality control of this excellent production - which is always of course
-per cent perfect. Collators mix unidentified with ordinary B.B.W.
+The story starts, of course, with Kath Brown, whose contribution is described as typing, but in fact involves the expertise not only of compositor but also of layout artist and collector of regular inclusions, and this involves a good deal of time each month. The next person in the process is Phil Butt, who regularly manhandles huge deliveries of paper and turns out 410 x 18 pages Of clean duplicating with fine precision, and delivers them carefully packaged to the Gray household. So far, so good. It is at this point that events take an unusual turn.
-members', knOwn only to each other, and can pick up any negative comments and
-relay them to the NIGHT GROUP': where suitable punishments can be devised. STOP PRESS
+"Goodday, mate, have some wine?" The benign greeting meets one at the door. Already there are relaxed, smiling people wandering round in a relaxed smiling way, glass in hand, savouring the rich odours emanating from the kitchen. The time of the collating of the S.B.W. magazine has come round again. Conversation flows freely, the humour improves and it seems that we are waiting for a party to begin. But no - at least one person means to get some work done, for about 400 magazine covers appear, to be carefully counted, date-stamped and folded.
-The results of the tests have been received and our worst fears are
-confirmed. The conclusion is .unmistakable. It is definitely not the paper dust which is the chief intoxicating agent but the written articles themselves - the strange accounts of bizarre experiences in the bush - that produce this - frenzied response from the collators, who read as they riffle and become
+However, it is obvious that nothing further will be done without food, and a cordon bleu curried pumpkin soup, decorated with cream and paprika pepper, is served. Fazeley Read, who is now known to be able to make soup and who produced this masterpiece, is given a loud cheer before silence as the soup disappears. A large bucket containing more is brought round and people are given nearly as much again. Helen Gray then appears from the kitchen bearing aloft a huge dish of gourmet chicken and mixed vegetables, followed by Kath McInnes with her excellent fried rice, and these offerings are consumed with many knowing appreciative comments. Finally a magnificent pavlova, decorated with cream and fruit, is presented for our delectation.
-entranced. There is no known cure.
-CHANGE OF ADDRESS OR 'PHONE NUMBER.
+Ray Hookway is heard to mutter quietly "What about the magazine?" - but the general cry is that the umpteenth episode of Brideshead is now showing on TV and the replete collators relax and take it all in.
---- Would thethbers please let'the'Secretary know of any change of address.or 'phone number for inclusion in the 1983 List Of Members, as this list must be prepared by the .end of January 1983.
-BARBARA BRUCE, Hon.Secr et ary .
+Some time later concern is expressed about getting home before midnight, or whether the work could not be much better done the next day, which would allow the group to move straight on to the tempting supper of cherry cheesecake. However, reason prevails, and Phil covers the table with thick piles of duplicated pages. There is discussion about how the work is to be done. A favourite method involves a line of people walking slowly round the table like slaves round a treadmill, riffling the pages on each pile and seizing one as they go. These are shoved firmly into a cover and passed on to the stapler. But here the mystery begins. The collators appear to be affected in some way by their activities and the speed of the work gradually grows faster and faster. The theory is that the air is slowly saturated with an unknown toxic drug which appears to be released by the riffling of the paper and is inhaled with the paper dust, though this explanation has been challenged and stringent tests are being made. Whatever the case, the observer will notice an intense expression developing on each bent face, as required by the effort of remaining upright, and some fanatic with a wild cry urges the pace yet faster and faster, until the room appears to be filled with whirling dervishes performing a secret paper ceremony. Gradually each participant goes into a trance induced by vertigo and intoxication and becomes unaware of painful feet and heels kicked by the one behind. Stamina is rapidly ebbing when the supply of paper mercifully gives out, and with a huge sigh the participants stagger to waiting chairs until the air clears.
-Phone 546-6570.
-Page 15	THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	December, 1982.
+As the other people in the room come into focus it is clear that the stapler, Spiro Hajinakitas, is not only hypnotised but also punch-drunk. As the filled covers are fitted into the stapling machine he beats out a fierce staccato rhythm and gloats over the pile of finished magazines swelling at his feet. While this is going on other workers are hastily pasting pre-sorted labels at another table - each their own bundle of postcodes - and these are in turn whipped into elastic bands by Phil - and disappear. The copies move from one group to another as if on an invisible conveyor belt and the whole operation is wrapped up with amazing accuracy at top speed and with great smoothness, despite the toxic effects of the materials handled. No one knows quite how this is achieved.
-	,1011."..../.
--
+And suddenly, with the removal of the magazines to the confines of someone's car, the atmosphere returns to normal. Hot drinks are prepared, the supper is at last handed round, and the wild, withdrawn expressions fade from the faces. Someone recalls a complaint about non-arrival of the magazine, while another remembers his temerity in complaining about quality control regarding scratchy pages, only to find that in his following copy the pages were placed upside down and back to front, and highly decorated. Dot Butler recalls an occasion when one magazine went out embellished by her footprint made in ink. So, gentle reader, you are warned never to criticise the quality control of this excellent production - which is always of course 101 per cent perfect. Collators mix unidentified with ordinary S.B.W. members, known only to each other, and can pick up any negative comments and relay them to the Night Group where suitable punishments can be devised.
+=== Stop Press. ===
+The results of the tests have been received and our worst fears are confirmed. The conclusion is unmistakable. It is definitely not the paper dust which is the chief intoxicating agent but the __written articles themselves__ - the strange accounts of bizarre experiences in the bush - that produce this frenzied response from the collators, who read as they riffle and become entranced. There is no known cure.
+----
+=== Change of address of 'phone number. ===
+Would members please let the Secretary know of any change of address or 'phone number for inclusion in the 1983 List Of Members, as this list must be prepared by the end of January 1983.
+Barbara Bruce, Hon. Secretary. Phone 546-6570.
+----
 TEE NOVEKBER GENERAL MEETMG.
 by Barry Wallace.