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 ====Play The Harmonica.==== ====Play The Harmonica.====
  
-What better way to harmoonise the pleasure of nature, music and travel.+What better way to harmonise the pleasure of nature, music and travel.
  
 A course for  beginners starts soon. Play Folk, Blues and Rock while learning the basics on the world's most portable instrument. The lessons are in small groups and allow for learning at your own pace. A course for  beginners starts soon. Play Folk, Blues and Rock while learning the basics on the world's most portable instrument. The lessons are in small groups and allow for learning at your own pace.
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 __Also__: Advanced classes in blues harp and chromatic harmonica. __Also__: Advanced classes in blues harp and chromatic harmonica.
  
-__And__ a new course: __Eurythmics__: classess featuring exercises to increase your natural sense of rhythm and develop basic musical skills by playing Latin, Rock and Black rhythms.+__And__ a new course: __Eurythmics__: classes featuring exercises to increase your natural sense of rhythm and develop basic musical skills by playing Latin, Rock and Black rhythms.
  
 All classes go for 10 weeks. They are suitable for adults and students and feature live stereo back-up. The courses are active with lots of playing in class. All classes go for 10 weeks. They are suitable for adults and students and feature live stereo back-up. The courses are active with lots of playing in class.
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 Most of the party of 27 camped at Megalong Ck on Friday night, and the rest of us arrived about 8 a.m. Saturday. We paid our parking fees at Carlon's shop and followed the road up the ridge to the fire trail leading to Medlow Gap. After lunch at Mobbs Swamp we reached Mt Yellow Dog where we were joined by two late starters and the few who had eschewed the lunch spot to visit Splendour Rock. The descent of the Yellow Pup Ridge track proved to be a real knee trembler and sorted the sheep from the goats (though I'm not sure which species arrived at the Cox R. first) and saw some using branches as walking sticks to relieve the pressure on the knees, while others, for a time, even resorted to walking down backwards as a means of relieving the continual strain. Most of the party of 27 camped at Megalong Ck on Friday night, and the rest of us arrived about 8 a.m. Saturday. We paid our parking fees at Carlon's shop and followed the road up the ridge to the fire trail leading to Medlow Gap. After lunch at Mobbs Swamp we reached Mt Yellow Dog where we were joined by two late starters and the few who had eschewed the lunch spot to visit Splendour Rock. The descent of the Yellow Pup Ridge track proved to be a real knee trembler and sorted the sheep from the goats (though I'm not sure which species arrived at the Cox R. first) and saw some using branches as walking sticks to relieve the pressure on the knees, while others, for a time, even resorted to walking down backwards as a means of relieving the continual strain.
  
-During the afternoon someone said that Keith Docherty had gone down to the river the previous day, and that, in view of his piscatorial proclivities, he might possibly have caught some trout. This intimation hardly prepared us for the sight at Konangaroo Clearing, at the junction of the Cox and Kanangra Rivers, where we met Keith who had caught his legal daily limit of ten trout. There they were, magnificent specimens of rainbow trout ranging from one and a half, to one kilograms, strung up in a bunch and hanging from a low branch. Keigh magnanimously invited us to help oursleves, even providing the previously folded sheets of aluminium foil in which to wrap the fish for roasting in the coals. When the alfoil was unfolded and the unsealed skin pushed back to reveal the steaming flesh we were provided with a superb treat before the remainder of the fish (the half underneath the backbone) was handed over to someone else to finish off.+During the afternoon someone said that Keith Docherty had gone down to the river the previous day, and that, in view of his piscatorial proclivities, he might possibly have caught some trout. This intimation hardly prepared us for the sight at Konangaroo Clearing, at the junction of the Cox and Kanangra Rivers, where we met Keith who had caught his legal daily limit of ten trout. There they were, magnificent specimens of rainbow trout ranging from one and a half, to one kilograms, strung up in a bunch and hanging from a low branch. Keith magnanimously invited us to help ourselves, even providing the previously folded sheets of aluminium foil in which to wrap the fish for roasting in the coals. When the alfoil was unfolded and the unsealed skin pushed back to reveal the steaming flesh we were provided with a superb treat before the remainder of the fish (the half underneath the backbone) was handed over to someone else to finish off.
  
 I had seen some small trout in the Cox River before and I had heard Keith speaking of trout fishing, but I had not realized that such fish were lurking in the water we had often waded across. When we set off upstream on Sunday morning Peter Sharpe had his telescopic rod out and did spinning in pools, and when he caught up with us he was very pleased to have caught a large brown trout, complete with the distinctive brown spots. He said somebody had mentioned that there were no brown trout in the Cox River. I had seen some small trout in the Cox River before and I had heard Keith speaking of trout fishing, but I had not realized that such fish were lurking in the water we had often waded across. When we set off upstream on Sunday morning Peter Sharpe had his telescopic rod out and did spinning in pools, and when he caught up with us he was very pleased to have caught a large brown trout, complete with the distinctive brown spots. He said somebody had mentioned that there were no brown trout in the Cox River.
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 Is found only in the Daintree River and Mossman River areas. Is found only in the Daintree River and Mossman River areas.
  
-===Sources of Informtion.===+===Sources of Information.===
  
   * "A Salute to the Humble Yabby" by Peter Olszewski.   * "A Salute to the Humble Yabby" by Peter Olszewski.
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 The President being overseas as they say, it was VEEP Bill Holland who gonged the gong at around 2022 and called the 25 or so members to what passes for order in these parts. The President being overseas as they say, it was VEEP Bill Holland who gonged the gong at around 2022 and called the 25 or so members to what passes for order in these parts.
  
-There were apologies from Barrie Murdoch (0/S), Wendy Alliano, Anita and Alan Doherty and from Fran Holland. New members Serala Seenivasagam. Kay Chan and Morrie Ward were welcomed in the usual way.+There were apologies from Barrie Murdoch (0/S), Wendy Aliano, Anita and Alan Doherty and from Fran Holland. New members Serala Seenivasagam. Kay Chan and Morrie Ward were welcomed in the usual way.
  
 The Minutes of the previous meeting were read and received, with the only matter arising being a further report that our incorporation is through the N.S.W. Finance Department and still proceeding. The Minutes of the previous meeting were read and received, with the only matter arising being a further report that our incorporation is through the N.S.W. Finance Department and still proceeding.
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 by Dot Butler. by Dot Butler.
  
-I left school, a shy little teenager, determined to live up to my chosen motto __Mens Sans In Corpore Sand__ (A sound mind in a sound body). Week-ends saw me at Bondi, a member of Wal Balmus's Acrobatic Troupe, doing cartwheels, catherine wheels, handstands, back flips and pyramid balancing with "as fine a bunch of young Australians as you could find" as Wally proudly announced whenever we appeared pictured in the newspapers. We swam all through the winter with the Ice-bergers and attended dances at the Bondi Surf Club, who numbered among their members three future Presidents of the S.B.W. (Wal Roots, Tom Herbert and Harold Chardon) - slthough I didn't know them at the time.+I left school, a shy little teenager, determined to live up to my chosen motto __Mens Sans In Corpore Sand__ (A sound mind in a sound body). Week-ends saw me at Bondi, a member of Wal Balmus's Acrobatic Troupe, doing cartwheels, catherine wheels, handstands, back flips and pyramid balancing with "as fine a bunch of young Australians as you could find" as Wally proudly announced whenever we appeared pictured in the newspapers. We swam all through the winter with the Ice-bergers and attended dances at the Bondi Surf Club, who numbered among their members three future Presidents of the S.B.W. (Wal Roots, Tom Herbert and Harold Chardon) - although I didn't know them at the time.
  
 Studying to be a Physiotherapist at Sydney University I was introduced in the Anatomy dissecting room to the human body in full detail, and in Physiology classes learnt of its functioning. When learning Surface Anatomy we had a magnificently muscled man model clad only in a G-string who could twitch every muscle independently when tapped by the Professor's pointer. "Deltoid!" he would order, "Biceps! Triceps! Trapezius!" and the muscles would bulge under his wand. "Serratus Anterior!" and what looked like a row of eggs would magically appear on the side of the thorax. "Rectus Abdominus!" and what looked like a tree-trunk would isolate itself from the flat wall of abdomen. It was fascinating. Studying to be a Physiotherapist at Sydney University I was introduced in the Anatomy dissecting room to the human body in full detail, and in Physiology classes learnt of its functioning. When learning Surface Anatomy we had a magnificently muscled man model clad only in a G-string who could twitch every muscle independently when tapped by the Professor's pointer. "Deltoid!" he would order, "Biceps! Triceps! Trapezius!" and the muscles would bulge under his wand. "Serratus Anterior!" and what looked like a row of eggs would magically appear on the side of the thorax. "Rectus Abdominus!" and what looked like a tree-trunk would isolate itself from the flat wall of abdomen. It was fascinating.
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