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-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER+======THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER======
  
 A Journal devoted to matters of interest to Members of the Sydney Bush Walkers, Sydney, New South Wales. A Journal devoted to matters of interest to Members of the Sydney Bush Walkers, Sydney, New South Wales.
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 Misses Brenda White, (Editor), Marjorie Hill, Dorothy Lawry, Rene*Browne and Mr. Myles Dunphy. Misses Brenda White, (Editor), Marjorie Hill, Dorothy Lawry, Rene*Browne and Mr. Myles Dunphy.
  
-EDITORIAL+=====EDITORIAL=====
 This is the first occasion on which the "Sydney Bushwalker", as the official organ of the Club, has had the opportunity of welcoming a new Committee with, we are pleased to say, the same President. This is the first occasion on which the "Sydney Bushwalker", as the official organ of the Club, has had the opportunity of welcoming a new Committee with, we are pleased to say, the same President.
  
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-THE ROOF OF AUSTRALIA+=====THE ROOF OF AUSTRALIA=====
 (Harry Savage) (Harry Savage)
  
-To some extent my story is inspired by Miss Byles, who, in an account of Kosciusko, described it as the "Tramperst Paradise".+To some extent my story is inspired by Miss Byles, who, in an account of Kosciusko, described it as the "Trampers Paradise".
  
 Being a bit of a hobo myself and as it nearly led to us going to Paradise (or along the other track), it seems we have something in common. Being a bit of a hobo myself and as it nearly led to us going to Paradise (or along the other track), it seems we have something in common.
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-OBITUARY+=====OBITUARY=====
 JOHN ZUCCHETTI, AGED 59 YEARS JOHN ZUCCHETTI, AGED 59 YEARS
  
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-RELAXATION+=====RELAXATION=====
 Over the mountains, into the vale, Over the mountains, into the vale,
 Through the scrub we followed the trail:  Through the scrub we followed the trail: 
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 And go our way with laughter's ring. And go our way with laughter's ring.
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 We had walked pretty hard all day, stopping only for a dry lunch, and always for the two or three minutes rest every half hour or so, that is essential to large daily mileage with heavy packs, when above 4000 ft. During these rests we usually ate a few raisins or else a portion of the day's chocolate ration. Well, after crossing a slight easy depression, say half a mile wide, 100 ft. deep, and about two miles long, (probably from later observations this depression would mark the connecting route shown on maps between Adaminaby and Nine Mile Hollow - but beware of maps in this country, because in this case as in many others, there is no trace whatever of a track), we decided to camp in a slight gap, looking out over the depression towards Tabletop (Cabramurra, 5850). We had walked pretty hard all day, stopping only for a dry lunch, and always for the two or three minutes rest every half hour or so, that is essential to large daily mileage with heavy packs, when above 4000 ft. During these rests we usually ate a few raisins or else a portion of the day's chocolate ration. Well, after crossing a slight easy depression, say half a mile wide, 100 ft. deep, and about two miles long, (probably from later observations this depression would mark the connecting route shown on maps between Adaminaby and Nine Mile Hollow - but beware of maps in this country, because in this case as in many others, there is no trace whatever of a track), we decided to camp in a slight gap, looking out over the depression towards Tabletop (Cabramurra, 5850).
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 After pitching the two tents, it was noticed that an unusually heavy mass of storm clouds was rapidly heading our way from Jagungal. Having been caught before, we immediately put all our gear inside the tents, tied everything down, and then - not one drop of rain fell, but the thermometer fell about 20degrees F and the air became white with hail. It literally fell down for about fifteen minutes and, believe me, I was scared, - three days walk from Kiandra and God knows how far to Kosciusko and the Chalet, and a damn good chance of having both tents torn to shreds by the searing hail, and then just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped again. The sun was shining in about two minutes, and about two minutes later we beheld a spectacle rarely given to city folk to see. It was an enormous rainbow strikingly perfect in every detail, seeming to rise from out the green earth at our very feet, and behind it more delicately tinted but as complete as the big one, was its reflection, a second rainbow. After pitching the two tents, it was noticed that an unusually heavy mass of storm clouds was rapidly heading our way from Jagungal. Having been caught before, we immediately put all our gear inside the tents, tied everything down, and then - not one drop of rain fell, but the thermometer fell about 20degrees F and the air became white with hail. It literally fell down for about fifteen minutes and, believe me, I was scared, - three days walk from Kiandra and God knows how far to Kosciusko and the Chalet, and a damn good chance of having both tents torn to shreds by the searing hail, and then just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped again. The sun was shining in about two minutes, and about two minutes later we beheld a spectacle rarely given to city folk to see. It was an enormous rainbow strikingly perfect in every detail, seeming to rise from out the green earth at our very feet, and behind it more delicately tinted but as complete as the big one, was its reflection, a second rainbow.
  
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-NONSENSE +=====NONSENSE===== 
-No - Mohammed wasn't a bushwalker! In fact, had the mountain really come to him, it is not too much to say that the noble art of hiking would have perished for lack of support! It's so easy, I should imagine, to sit back comfortably and watch the mountain creeping towards us... think of the extra long beer we could enjoy! 'Tis but a step further for aforesaid mountain to shrink, (be' careful of the Lux, girls!) - or perhaps climb down us until we recline gracefully (or otherwise as our persons permit) upon the summit! Then again - when Scento-Television becomes as notorious as the modern bushwalking gal, - 'tis certain that ‘iking will be carried out by proxy, as it were, so to speak, etc! We presto a button, and hey press! Before our eyes a vision of Nature's beauty unfolds. Sweet flowers scent the air and the sighing of wind through the trees mingles with the gurgling of the brook. By this method (patents pending) we guarantee full reception without distortion, on the instant, and with as little leg exercise as possible... Of course, some method would have to be devised to eliminate the reception of mosquitoes, packs, nettles, burnt-offerings, and, other obnoxious animals! We must be nothing if not thorough, and anyone caught proceeding to the Club-Rooms at more than the Mountain's speed to Mohammed (if any!) will be sentenced to spend a week in the Kowmung without "eats”. Meanwhile, thank heavens, we continue as before until we reach the aforesaid state of evolution... and Dolly ballads are no more.+No - Muhammad wasn't a bushwalker! In fact, had the mountain really come to him, it is not too much to say that the noble art of hiking would have perished for lack of support! It's so easy, I should imagine, to sit back comfortably and watch the mountain creeping towards us... think of the extra long beer we could enjoy! 'Tis but a step further for aforesaid mountain to shrink, (be' careful of the Lux, girls!) - or perhaps climb down us until we recline gracefully (or otherwise as our persons permit) upon the summit! Then again - when Scento-Television becomes as notorious as the modern bushwalking gal, - 'tis certain that ‘iking will be carried out by proxy, as it were, so to speak, etc! We presto a button, and hey press! Before our eyes a vision of Nature's beauty unfolds. Sweet flowers scent the air and the sighing of wind through the trees mingles with the gurgling of the brook. By this method (patents pending) we guarantee full reception without distortion, on the instant, and with as little leg exercise as possible... Of course, some method would have to be devised to eliminate the reception of mosquitoes, packs, nettles, burnt-offerings, and, other obnoxious animals! We must be nothing if not thorough, and anyone caught proceeding to the Club-Rooms at more than the Mountain's speed to Muhammad (if any!) will be sentenced to spend a week in the Kowmung without "eats”. Meanwhile, thank heavens, we continue as before until we reach the aforesaid state of evolution... and Dolly ballads are no more.
 TX. TX.
  
  
-THE BUSH+=====THE BUSH=====
 Give us from dawn to dark, Give us from dawn to dark,
 Blue of Australian skies, Blue of Australian skies,
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 B.P. B.P.
  
-HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF+=====HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF=====
 One, who shall be nameless, intimated his intention of being present at the Swimming Carnival. He caught the train as per schedule, and then alas! memories of the 1st. S.B.W. Swimming Carnival came back to him and lured him and four others away. As the renowned song had it then, "He arrived like the milk in the morn," but this time he got in, in time for a late tea. One, who shall be nameless, intimated his intention of being present at the Swimming Carnival. He caught the train as per schedule, and then alas! memories of the 1st. S.B.W. Swimming Carnival came back to him and lured him and four others away. As the renowned song had it then, "He arrived like the milk in the morn," but this time he got in, in time for a late tea.
 "Bul Bul." "Bul Bul."
  
  
-Notes written on North-West Islet (Great Barrier Reef.) +=====Notes written on North-West Islet (Great Barrier Reef.)===== 
  
-FURTHER MEANDERINGS OF DELILAH.+====FURTHER MEANDERINGS OF DELILAH====
  
 There are things happening in the sea that only Scientists and their followings know anything about! I am sitting on North-West Islet scribbling a few notes about things in general. There are about 45 of us here on holiday, and quite a varied crew! The scientific interest has drawn most but there are a number, like me, who have just come for a holiday and to leave behind if only for a few weeks that "madding crowd". I have been out on the Reef all the morning communing with Nature. I discovered such a lot that surprised me. I wish all the world's children - who have reached that ever-embarrassing "question" stage, could be brought here and let loose for a few weeks in the lagoons at low tide. It is a calamity to have “batted one's quarter century" and be as ignorant of the simplest facts of nature as I found myself. This morning Tom picked up a shell-fish. He turned it over. It was shaped like an ear. "This is called the Ass's Ear or the Venus Ear shell" he volunteered. "What do you think is inside it?" “Well, flesh I s’pose" I returned. "Ah, watch!" Then he proceeded to dig his powerful thumb through the poor little beastie’s entrails. "You know, you're a cruel wretch," said I, fixing him with a cold, hard gleam, which, him being so used There are things happening in the sea that only Scientists and their followings know anything about! I am sitting on North-West Islet scribbling a few notes about things in general. There are about 45 of us here on holiday, and quite a varied crew! The scientific interest has drawn most but there are a number, like me, who have just come for a holiday and to leave behind if only for a few weeks that "madding crowd". I have been out on the Reef all the morning communing with Nature. I discovered such a lot that surprised me. I wish all the world's children - who have reached that ever-embarrassing "question" stage, could be brought here and let loose for a few weeks in the lagoons at low tide. It is a calamity to have “batted one's quarter century" and be as ignorant of the simplest facts of nature as I found myself. This morning Tom picked up a shell-fish. He turned it over. It was shaped like an ear. "This is called the Ass's Ear or the Venus Ear shell" he volunteered. "What do you think is inside it?" “Well, flesh I s’pose" I returned. "Ah, watch!" Then he proceeded to dig his powerful thumb through the poor little beastie’s entrails. "You know, you're a cruel wretch," said I, fixing him with a cold, hard gleam, which, him being so used
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-SOCIAL NOTES+=====SOCIAL NOTES=====
 We have swum and some of us have won our races, but most of us went to the 5th. Annual Swimming Carnival at Leumeah and enjoyed the fun. We have swum and some of us have won our races, but most of us went to the 5th. Annual Swimming Carnival at Leumeah and enjoyed the fun.
  
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