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-THE SYDNEY BUSHVILLKER
+=====The Sydney Bushwalker=====
 A Monthly Bulletin, devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bush, Walkers, 5 Hamilton Street, Sydney
-No 50 Price 3d. FFIBRUARY, 1939
-FAlitor: Dorothy Lawry Business Manager: J. W. Mullins
+====No 50  Price 3d.  February, 1939====
-Publication) Misses Dot. English and Mary Stoddart; Messrs Brian Harvey,
-Staff Arthur Salmorx, and Dick Schofield.
+|**Editor**|Dorothy Lawry|
-MP...IWW..N.4W040040.1.P.W4..O.M.WM,044.44040.W44APOMMINMMOIMW
+|**Business Manager**|J. W. Mullins|
-CONTENTS
+|**Publication Staff**|Misses Dot. English and Mary Stoddart; Messrs Brian Harvey, Arthur Salmon, and Dick Schofield.|
-Editorial *WO Page 1
-I Learn to Roar ..... Off** by J. W. Minim   0 2
+=====Contents=====
-Reply to J.D. ow. 4o0,deo by D. E. ..... 4
-"Paddy" Advt. ......... ..... ft 5
+| | |Page|
-At Our Own Meetings.... ..... It 6
+|Editorial| | 1|
-Some Notes about the Proposed Greater
+|I Learn to Roar|by J. W. Minim| 2|
-Blue Mountains National Park *0000 by Alex. Colley 00060 8
+|Reply to J.D.|by D. E.| 4|
-"Badhwalking & Campine - A Review 6* 0**** 9
+|At Our Own Meetings| | 6|
-Epitaph ****0.... by "One of the Girls" 10
+|Some Notes about the Proposed Greater Blue Mountains National Park|by Alex. Colley| 8|
-Hints For Canoe-lets 0.4woo 10
+|"Bushhwalking & Camping" - A Review| | 9|
-Introspect *OW by A. 3. Salm=
+|Epitaph|by "One of the Girls"|10|
-First Aid Class to be held 00000 11
+|Hints For Canoe-ists| |10|
-"Leican - Advt. ..... ..... ow. 12
+|Introspect|by A. J. Salmon|11|
-That's Why .,.... by Dot. English 13
+|First Aid Class to be held| |11|
-Federation News 40000 VOID 0 ow. **660 15
+|That's Why|by Dot. English|13|
-Club Gossip 0004 40000 16
+|Federation News| |15|
-.114 4.64
+|Club Gossip| |16|
-EDITORIAL
+=====Advertisements=====
+|"Paddy"| 5|
+|"Leica"|12|
+=====Editorial=====
 Before we took on this editing game, we used to wonder if there was much extra work involved in making a magazine run in "special" numbers - featuring now
-this aspect,naw that. We have since discovered that there is no work involved at all; specials, like this "Tigers Number", just happen, so don't, please, run away with the idea that it was carefully arranged - or that the Tigers are the only section of the Club that walks, or talks, or writes.
+this aspect, now that. We have since discovered that there is no work involved at all; specials, like this "Tigers Number", just happen, so don't, please, run away with the idea that it was carefully arranged - or that the Tigers are the only section of the Club that walks, or talks, or writes.
-Next issue, and many others, we want tc come from the rabbits, hippos, orang- outangs, and other, unnamed, walkers. Come now, all of you, grasp your pens and let us hear what you have been doing, saying, and thinking -- but make it snappy, please, as the Editor is liable to be arrested by the ausiness Manager at any moment for exce,ding the space limit in this issue. If it happens-again (too soon) we hate to think what may be her fate.
-"I LIARN TO ROAR"
+Next issue, and many others, we want to come from the rabbits, hippos, orangutans, and other, unnamed, walkers. Come now, all of you, grasp your pens and let us hear what you have been doing, saying, and thinking -- but make it snappy, please, as the Editor is liable to be arrested by the Business Manager at any moment for exceeding the space limit in this issue. If it happens again (too soon) we hate to think what may be her fate.
-Notes from a Tiger Rag_
+====="I Learn To Roar"=====
+====Notes from a Tiger Rag====
 By "Bill Mullins"
 Now, like Bottom, I can roar, roar so that it would do any man's heart good to hear me roar. But, unlike Bottom, I roar like a tiger and not a lion.
-Walking with the Tigers is an education, seeing them eat is a sight for the heaven-born, and to understand the functions of their sehedule-man is to gain something of an insight into the split-second workings of the planetary system.
-To start with we joined the now famous submarine party after its piscatorial pushing through the Upper Kowmung. Church Creek was the rendezvous and it held true. After arriving in a celestial chariot ("ask-the-man-who-owns-one"), which startled the local peasantry at Yerranderie by its magnificence, we pushed- down to Water Gully for the night's camp. By the way, all had developed a sneer, a real, snooty one, whilst in the precincts of the chariot, but it faded quickly when somebody reminded the party that the Flying Frigidaire came from the same, but an older, firmament.
+Walking with the Tigers is an education, seeing them eat is a sight for the heaven-born, and to understand the functions of their schedule-man is to gain something of an insight into the split-second workings of the planetary system.
-So to the Kowmung the next day (after a dawn start), where we met the Tigers. We (the new intrusion) picke& our way carefully through the food that was strewn all
-over the river bank and prepared our awn meal, but not before we had cleared away
+To start with we joined the now famous submarine party after its piscatorial pushing through the Upper Kowmung. Church Creek was the rendezvous and it held true. After arriving in a celestial chariot ("ask-the-man-who-owns-one"), which startled the local peasantry at Yerranderie by its magnificence, we pushed down to Water Gully for the night's camp. By the way, all had developed a sneer, a real, snooty one, whilst in the precincts of the chariot, but it faded quickly when somebody reminded the party that the Flying Frigidaire came from the same, but an older, firmament.
-litter in the form of ice-cream buckas. Imagine ice-cream on the Kowmune These Tigers live vm111
-Here it might be recorded that, after their efforts on the Upper Kowmung, they appeared to be quite the same old crew. However, our icthyologist was taken aback at not finding fins or gills in advanced stages of development; they are still normal Tigers
+So to the Kowmung the next day (after a dawn start), where we met the Tigers. We (the new intrusion) picked our way carefully through the food that was strewn all
-Breakfasts over, we limbered up for our long day's stage, through the BulgaDenis Canyon and dawn to the Cedar Road. Seventeen or eighteen, miles is a good stage in Kowmung Country and wv looked forward to that camp at the Cedar Road, for was it not New Year's Eve, and had not a whole cake, a big cake, been brought by sweat and salt tears for the feasting? Yes, and some well-known "Port" and "Sherry"! Row the smell f that sherry will livel We saw the colour of it, the shape of the bottle, and we fancied we smelt it. There was talk of teaspoonfuls. Somebody must have tasted it. But the first sniff, it will live forayer.
+over the river bank and prepared our own meal, but not before we had cleared away
-The port went round, as it does, with alarming alacrity, And, lo, it was gone.. Wight's wheeled car passed by and Sleep, the charioteer, leaned out to grasp the weary walkers. And so New Year came.
+litter in the form of ice-cream buckets. Imagine ice-cream on the Kowmung! These Tigers live well!
-First impressions were a starstrewn heaven and then, coming from the nearest tent, a dull, rythmical sound, nasal and open-mouthed. It made one think - Man, with sightless eyes upturned to the glorious stars, making the same chortles of appreciation as does the pig when it snoops through its food with hungry eager eyes. So the sun came up on New Year's Day.
-The day's stage was not heavy thirteen miles or so - down to Cedar Creek on the Cox's River, with lots of swims on the way. But the old Kowmung looked tired. It seemed tired of giving so much pleasure to the eyes of man; tired of juggling and lapping millions of grinding 'ticks and stones, and tired of flowing. We felt sorry, for it must be hard for rivers to look and feel happy when they no water to make, them gurgle 'and laugh. It made UZI tired too, but in the long, shallow pools that still mmainel., placid and almost sullen, it brought us much joy. Thus we came to the Cox, and, as if to take with us some tangible memory, we drew water from the
+Here it might be recorded that, after their efforts on the Upper Kowmung, they appeared to be quite the same old crew. However, our icthyologist was taken aback at not finding fins or gills in advanced stages of development; they are still normal Tigers.
--3-.
-tired old Kowmung in our buckets and shuffled along to White Dog Bend for a good lunch, and a long, long siesta.
+Breakfasts over, we limbered up for our long day's stage, through the Bulga-Denis Canyon and down to the Cedar Road. Seventeen or eighteen miles is a good stage in Kowmung Country and we looked forward to that camp at the Cedar Road, for was it not New Year's Eve, and had not a whole cake, a big cake, been brought by sweat and salt tears for the feasting? Yes, and some well-known "Port" and "Sherry"! Row the smell of that sherry will live! We saw the colour of it, the shape of the bottle, and we fancied we smelt it. There was talk of teaspoonfuls. Somebody must have tasted it. But the first sniff, it will live forever.
-That evening we camped on the Flat of a Thousand Joys by thu side of Cedar Creek. Tents packed about in a natural amphitheatre in abdul fashion made a homely sight with a river view. The original food party was making heavy weather in some quarters but, as related before, to see them eat is a sight for the heaven-born as they do not lack imagination at meal times. However, one of the new intruders was struggling stoically with mixed dried vegetables in soup form. Re being a Tiger was able to use his imagination too, so much so that for some hours he segregated himself and just chewed and chewed his soup. Yes, these Tigers have determination!:
-And then, heaven fell in.
+The port went round, as it does, with alarming alacrity, And, lo, it was gone.. Night's wheeled car passed by and Sleep, the charioteer, leaned out to grasp the weary walkers. And so New Year came.
+First impressions were a starstrewn heaven and then, coming from the nearest tent, a dull, rhythmical sound, nasal and open-mouthed. It made one think - Man, with sightless eyes upturned to the glorious stars, making the same chortles of appreciation as does the pig when it snoops through its food with hungry eager eyes. So the sun came up on New Year's Day.
+The day's stage was not heavy - thirteen miles or so - down to Cedar Creek on the Coxs River, with lots of swims on the way. But the old Kowmung looked tired. It seemed tired of giving so much pleasure to the eyes of man; tired of juggling and lapping millions of grinding rocks and stones, and tired of flowing. We felt sorry, for it must be hard for rivers to look and feel happy when they have no water to make them gurgle and laugh. It made us tired too, but in the long, shallow pools that still remained, placid and almost sullen, it brought us much joy. Thus we came to the Cox, and, as if to take with us some tangible memory, we drew water from the tired old Kowmung in our buckets and shuffled along to White Dog Bend for a good lunch, and a long, long siesta.
+That evening we camped on the Flat of a Thousand Joys by the side of Cedar Creek. Tents packed about in a natural amphitheatre in abdul fashion made a homely sight with a river view. The original food party was making heavy weather in some quarters but, as related before, to see them eat is a sight for the heaven-born as they do not lack imagination at meal times. However, one of the new intruders was struggling stoically with mixed dried vegetables in soup form. He being a Tiger was able to use his imagination too, so much so that for some hours he segregated himself and just chewed and chewed his soup. Yes, these Tigers have determination!!
+And then heaven fell in.
 The heaven-born, smugly sitting by watching the eating, awoke with a start.
-The first shot wont over from the Capitalists. Smiting a Communist in the midriff, it was a foul blow so soon after tea.
-It was just a time-worn catchphrase, perhaps so obviously true that it has become a platitude in the careless repetition of its use, but it hit at a strategic moment, i e. before the process of digestion had finished. UP wont the standards.. Social justice, dress suits for the masses, pin money for the proletariat, two-up for the thousands! The 'whole camp had taken sides; this was a discussion that would last forever in the minds of even Tigers. It waged on back and forth, some saying a lot, others saying nothing!
+The first shot went over from the Capitalists. Smiting a Communist in the midriff, it was a foul blow so soon after tea.
+It was just a time-worn catchphrase, perhaps so obviously true that it has become a platitude in the careless repetition of its use, but it hit at a strategic moment, i.e. before the process of digestion had finished. Up wont the standards.. Social justice, dress suits for the masses, pin money for the proletariat, two-up for the thousands! The whole camp had taken sides; this was a discussion that would last forever in the minds of even Tigers. It waged on back and forth, some saying a lot, others saying nothing!
 And all the time a Tiger sat chewing his soup.
 But, no, he had finished. He arose from his table, like a prophet from a bed of nails, with a Yogi-like stare. He would have his say.
-No, there was no middle course, he said, those who would take a middle course were mugvumps. A non-combatant immediately flew into battle, as is their manner. Him a mug-wump! What did soup-chewer mean,
-The S.C. grinned with that jail-breaker-cum-buccaneer leer. He would tell them. A mug-wump is one who sits on the fence; with his mug on one side and his wunp on the other.
+No, there was no middle course, he said, those who would take a middle course were mugwumps. A non-combatant immediately flew into battle, as is their manner. Him a mug-wump! What did soup-chewer mean?
-Well, that was the beginning of the end. Slowly the standards came dawn. Who could stand crossfire and backdhat like this, with such a one in their midst, And as each went to bed on New Year's night he, or she, made a secret resolve for the new year. Yes, never to be a mug-wump.....
+The S.C. grinned with that jail-breaker-cum-buccaneer leer. He would tell them. A mug-wump is one who sits on the fence; with his mug on one side and his wump on the other.
+Well, that was the beginning of the end. Slowly the standards came down. Who could stand crossfire and backchat like this, with such a one in their midst. And as each went to bed on New Year's night he, or she, made a secret resolve for the new year. Yes, never to be a mug-wump.....
 The soughing of the trees, the clouds in the night sky and the moon made one forget too easily the world's troubles that evening, and sleep came readily.
-Crack ol dawn again, and, as usual, Tigers were up and about! Breakfast aver,
-and then the long yakker up Cedar Creek to Ruined Castle and the Coal Mine. All this passed too rapidly, for here, tucked between Narrow Neck and Korrowal, lies one of our prettiest brush creeks, so full of variety and 'wild growth, and yet
+Crack o' dawn again, and, as usual, Tigers were up and about! Breakfast over,
+and then the long yakker up Cedar Creek to Ruined Castle and the Coal Mine. All this passed too rapidly, for here, tucked between Narrow Neck and Korrowal, lies one of our prettiest brush creeks, so full of variety and wild growth, and yet
 undefiled.
-Swims on the creek:were a more or less lie down affair, but sufficient it
-was to cool off and then scramble on again over the granite boulders and along the leaf-strewn avenues betwixt the trees. Lunch on the way, and more stops before the
+Swims on the creek were a more or less lie down affair, but sufficient it
-pull up the ridge to the Knife-edge. Only that delightful walk through the tree
+was to cool off and then scramble on again over the granite boulders and along the leaf-strewn avenues betwixt the trees. Lunch on the way, and more stops before the pull up the ridge to the Knife-edge. Only that delightful walk through the tree ferns now remained, but how much it was appreciated! It must be an eye-opened to the tourists who care to adventure out and beyond the shelter sheds! Then that last item, the cheap thrill on the winch railway, and again the seething masses of Katoomba, crowded trains, and the smells that hang around towns and railways.
-ferns now remained, but how muCh it was appreciated! It must be an eye-opened
-t9 the tourists who care to adventure out and beyond the shelter sheds! Then that
+All were very hungry and much food was bought before the old train arrived, and so we proceeded to fill the gnawing cavities.
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-last item, the cheap thrill on the winch railway, and again the seething masses of Katoomba, crowded trains, and the smells that hang around towns and railways.
+Thus, as is related in the classics, another Tiger trip ended and, although this is told by an intruder, one who was not on the submarine excursion, the difficulties and joys can well be imagined when one considers Tiger standards. So I can roar, not of something to be roared about by myself, but of things
- All were very hungry and much food was bought before the old train arrived, and so we proceeded to fill the gnawing cavities.
+seen and things done by others, for it is pleasing to have travelled in delectable company.
-Thus, as is related in the classics, another Tiger trip ended and, although this is told by an intruder, one who was not on the submarine excursion, the difficulties and joys can well be imagined When one considers Tiger standards. So I can roar) not of something to be roared about by myself, but of things
-seen and things done by others, for it is pleasing to have travelled in" delectable company.
+=====Reply to J. D.=====
-REPLY TO J. D.
-In response to the Dirge in the last issue re Times snoring, we are pleased to report:,
+In response to the Dirge in the last issue re Tim's snoring, we are pleased to report:-
-With gratitude Jack's heart is a-flutter,
-Tim has coated his tonsils with butter,
+With gratitude Jack's heart is a-flutter,\\
-Thus reducing his snore
+Tim has coated his tonsils with butter,\\
-From a thunderous roar
+Thus reducing his snore\\
+From a thunderous roar\\
 to a soft oleaginous mutter.
-Now the joys of the road are chiefly these: A crimson touch on the hardwood trees;
-A vagrant's morning wide and blue,
+Now the joys of the road are chiefly these:\\
+A crimson touch on the hardwood trees;
+A vagrant's morning wide and blue,\\
 In early fall, when the wind walks too;
-A shadowy highway cool and brown Alluring up and enticing down;
-The outward eye, the quiet mill
+A shadowy highway cool and brown\\
+Alluring up and enticing down;
+The outward eye, the quiet mill\\
 And the striding heart from hill to hill;
-An open, hand, an easy shoe,
+An open hand, an easy shoe,\\
 And a hope to make the day go through.
 Bliss Carman.
 TliE WON - SUCH
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