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-THE SYDNEY- -BITSHWALKER.
+====== The Sydney Bushwalker, May 1941, No.77 ======
-A mopthly Bulletin devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bushwalkers, 5 Hamilton Street, Sydney.
-No.77. Y, 1-9414 Price' 3d.
+A monthly Bulletin devoted to matters of interest to The Sydney Bushwalkers, 5 Hamilton Street, Sydney.
-Editer: Dorothy Lawry Business Manager: Brian Harvey
+Price 3d.
-Subscriptions: Doreen Harris. "On Service-Copies": Grace Jolly.
-Art: Mary Stoddart, Produ-ction: Brian Harvey-and Jean Weet.,
+|Editor|Dorothy Lawry|
-C cf_N_ T. k
+|Business Manager|Brian Harvey|
-Editorial es& Ogle _ sae Page 1
+|Subscriptions|Doreen Harris|
-At Our Own Meeting .4..  Ott /I 2
+|"On Service Copies"|Grace Jolly|
-The Official "82" by "toddy Junr." ... I/ 3
+|Art|Mary Stoddart|
-Special Announcement Hon:-Social -Secretary- 1, 6
+|Production|Brian Harvey and Jean West|
-Progress Report from our Services Committee. 4'. 11 6
-Paddy ' s _ Advertisement .: - .... h 7
+|Contents|Author|Page|
-Inside England . by KenIredale ... II 8
+|Editorial| |1|
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+|At Our Own Meeting| |2|
-Goodman Bros. Photo SuppliesrAdvt. ,. . . II 10
+|The Official "82"|"Stoddy Junr."|3|
-Letters from the Lads, - No*3 - from Gordan Smith II 11
+|Special Announcement|Hon. Social Secretary|6|
-Anne's Pantry -- Advertisement ... TI 13
+|Progress Report from our Services Committee| |6|
-Foot-gear Through the Ages ,from "Wayfaring" ,7 14
+|Paddy's Advertisement| |7|
- -_Federation Notes site mr e II 16
+|Inside England|Ken Iredale|8|
-Club Gossip ... ... ,.. ... - 16
+|Goodman Bros. Photo Supplies Advt.| |10|
-EDITORIAL,
+|Letters from the Lads - No.3|Gordon Smith|11|
-In 4arch_last "The,Camp-Fire,Club Magazine" announced that it had survived its first year of existence. Good for the war baby:
+|Anne's Pantry -- Advertisement| |13|
-- In April "The Sydney Morning Herald" had its 110th birthday. "Grannie has left Johnnie Walker at the post - more power to terl
+|Foot-gear Through the Ages |"Wayfaring"|14|
-With this issue WE complete, our first ten years of publication, and we "take_ this opportunity of extending our thanks to all who have in any way
+|Federation Notes| |16|
- assisted "The Sydney Bushwaiker". We hope everyone will co-operate in making our next decade brighter and better still.
+|Club Gossip| |16|
-Starting as "The Bushwalker", a 'bit of a waif-that appeared every second month, the efforts of Mar. Hill, her Publishing Committee, and the various contributors were so successful that a year later the Club decided it could risk accepting financial responsibility for the- magazine. "No-.8" appeared it
-August, 1932- the official organ of the S.B.W. and under the new name of "The
+===== Editorial =====
--
-Sydney Bushwalker."
+In March last "The Camp Fire Club Magazine" announced that it had survived its first year of existence. Good for the war baby!
-From December, 1932, until January, 1936, Brenda White perched in the" editorial chair very successfully, -then handed-over-to Marie Byles, who had already edited for the Club the first two issues 'of "Tto Sydney Buthwalker - Annual."
-After the 1936 issue, the "Annual" was handed over to the Federation and their publication has ever since borne-our-original naMe, -"The Bushwalker". Very confusing.
+In April "The Sydney Morning Herald" had its 110th birthday. Grannie has left Johnnie Walker at the post - more power to her!
-In 1936 the bi-monthly suffered from a severe attack of "bluepencilitis",
-_ . _ _
+With this issue **we** complete, our first ten years of publication, and we take this opportunity of extending our thanks to all who have in any way assisted "The Sydney Bushwalker". We hope everyone will co-operate in making our next decade brighter and better still.
-and-throughoitt-193.7 Wdk-61-11Y- just alive, as a quarterly. However, it not merely survived,. It was rejuvenated as a monthly when, at the end of 1937, the Club.
-bought a new duplicator and Bill Mullins and Brian Harvey took over the work of
+Starting as "The Bushwalker", a bit of a waif that appeared every second month, the efforts of Marj Hill, her Publishing Committee, and the various contributors were so successful that a year later the Club decided it could risk accepting financial responsibility for the magazine. "No.8" appeared in
-_ _ _
+August, 1932, the official organ of the S.B.W. and under the new name of "The Sydney Bushwalker."
-grodUctioft.--
-In 1938 Marie Byles went mountaineering in Western China and the editorial chair and traditipns. were handed over to Dorothy Lawry, who feels that the support giiren by contributors and readers alike. -proves that "The Sydney Bush- walker" is now safely past its teething troubles, Assured of their continued cooperation with the editorial and production-staff, the magazine can face the future with confidence, and hope for a long and useful life.
+From December, 1932, until January, 1936, Brenda White perched in the editorial chair very successfully, then handed over to Marie Byles, who had already edited for the Club the first two issues of "The Sydney Bushwalker - Annual."
-,
-AT OUR. OWN MEETING.
+After the 1936 issue, the "Annual" was handed over to the Federation and their publication has ever since borne our original name, "The Bushwalker". Very confusing.
-At the April General Meeting our new-Pre'sident's first job was to welcome as a New Member Mr:-Gordon Upton: Then Alex. presented the two cups and various certificates won at this year's Swimming Carnival. The holders of the Mandelberg Cup now are Flo:'Allsworth and Arthur Brophey, while the new Mansonia Cup for the best score in both swimming and diving evehts was won by Joan Hocking.
-The meeting then got down to business, and soon learned, amongst other things, that Bill Mullins has changed his address and'is tow in the A.I.F. Training Camp at Cowra. That's one vacant seat there'll be at'this winter's Celebrity Concerts! However, there are -still quite a number of S.B.W's left in Sydney to
+In 1936 the bi-monthly suffered from a severe attack of "bluepencilitis", and throughout 1937 was only just alive, as a quarterly. However, it not merely survived, it was rejuvenated as a monthly when, at the end of 1937, the Club bought a new duplicator and Bill Mullins and Brian Harvey took over the work of production.
-use the season tickets Mouldy has secured again this year.
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+In 1938 Marie Byles went mountaineering in Western China and the editorial chair and traditions were handed over to Dorothy Lawry, who feels that the support given by contributors and readers alike proves that "The Sydney Bushwalker" is now safely past its teething troubles. Assured of their continued cooperation with the editorial and production staff, the magazine can face the future with confidence, and hope for a long and useful life.
-As usual, our Social _Secretary was appointed to represent the S.B.W. on the BUshwalkers'IWEl Committee, so Doreen Helmrich is the one to see for all details.
-Three new Room Stewards volunteered rand were appointed. for the ensuing two months; they were Dot English, -Marzr.Stoddart and Len Webb, so, apparently there are not as many Friday night trips starting out now Jack and Gordon are away?
+===== At Our Own Meeting =====
-Tom Moppett, who was present "in his blues", having accidentally discovered a new (fl ceiling light for spotlighting lectures, the Hon.Secretary was instructed by the meeting to write arid congratulate the Royal Life' Saving Society on this improvement.
-- Jean_Moppett was also instructed to ask the Federation to congratulate the Warrigal Club on. the new Tao's: Ladder at 'Clear. Hill, but at- the same time to suggest that a few extra pitans would add to the safety of the descent for all short-legged walkers. Various rock-climbers rr..egretted -that all the "interest" should be: taken out of-the -Ladder,, but Dorothy Lawry said: she: could not see how that chimney could have any interest for them as it had been used successfully by mere walkers in the old days without ladders, pitons, or ropes. The meeting decided that "safety for all" was what was wanted.
+At the April General Meeting our new President's first job was to welcome as a New Member Mr Gordon Upton. Then Alex presented the two cups and various certificates won at this year's Swimming Carnival. The holders of the Mandelberg Cup now are Flo Allsworth and Arthur Brophey, while the new Mansonia Cup for the best score in both swimming and diving events was won by Joan Hocking.
-"TWENTY LIL1;S" By M. Bacon
-Somewhere in the New England StrItes of the USA is a stretch of railroad line, probably like hundreds of miles in the same area. It runs through long, softly curving, thickly Wooded hills, a pile of cumulus clouds beyond, on the foothills open flats lush with fodder. These green flats
+The meeting then got down to business, and soon learned, amongst other things, that Bill Mullins has changed his address and is now in the A.I.F. Training Camp at Cowra. That's one vacant seat there'll be at this winter's Celebrity Concerts! However, there are still quite a number of S.B.W's left in Sydney to use the season tickets Mouldy has secured again this year.
-will be washed with yellow or gold. Yellow from the tall branching butter-
-/
+As usual, our Social Secretary was appointed to represent the S.B.W. on the Bushwalkers' Ball Committee, so Doreen Helmrich is the one to see for all details.
-cups, gold from the "paintbrush". The latter is like a dandelion on a
-t-tli thin stalk in yellow or orange-red. In the more moist spots, where the fragile, iris seems to float over pale green sword-like leaves, ib a pool of Blue. It has been .a wet enring ,,nd-so the iris is much better this year than usual.
+Three new Room Stewards volunteered and were appointed for the ensuing two months; they were Dot English, Mary Stoddart and Len Webb, so, apparently there are not as many Friday night trips starting out now Jack and Gordon are away!
-The hills give way to lower ground and fields, With shasta daisies thickly starring the pasture. Now comes -a lake about 200 yards ,long with the whdle of-itSedge an irregular border of glorious blue iris and behind this the green grass thickly peoi,led with yellow buttercups. Three wild ducks swing straight in line and paddle quietly away. They seem just right. Then the outlet of the lake slides over a weir and down and away to beyond.
-Maple trees are in full green leaf* The same trees seen in the autumm With such glorious crimson and red colouring. The Virginia creeper still
+Tom Moppett, who was present "in his blues", having accidentally discovered a new (?) ceiling light for spotlighting lectures, the Hon.Secretary was instructed by the meeting to write and congratulate the Royal Life Saving Society on this improvement.
-in festoons, but no longer scarlet is now cool green. Upright willowsl elms and beech line the wandering river* Carpets of green ferns -.1nd dappled sunlight are under the trees.
-Now Comes a-small town with white wooden homes, each with an elegant white porch in colonial style, the lawn of one merging with the lawn of the next. Clumps of huge peony roses, in crimson, rose, white or palest pink spring straight from the grass.
+Jean Moppett was also instructed to ask the Federation to congratulate the Warrigal Club on the new Taro's Ladder [Tarros Ladder] at Clear Hill, but at the same time to suggest that a few extra pitons would add to the safety of the descent for all short-legged walkers. Various rock-climbers regretted that all the "interest" should be taken out of the Ladder, but Dorothy Lawry said she could not see how that chimney could have any interest for them as it had been used successfully by mere walkers in the old days without ladders, pitons, or ropes. The meeting decided that "safety for all" was what was wanted.
-We stop at a station. White clover, white shasta daisies and tiny pink and mauve ones carried on two-foot high stalks, all grow among the red clover, with soft grass plumes waving above them all. The buttercups and "paintbrushes" can barely fit into the spaces left.
-The grass gets greener ,Ind a quick look out of the opposite window shows the line is skirting a lake. The far, tree-fringed shore is a layer of faintly stirring pastel greens, and now there is another field of blue iris and yellow buttercups - many thousands of blooms to the acre.
+===== The Official "82" =====
-soft clear pink dog rose has a-ppeared and a newblue flower like lupin
-pikes two feet high, grows in thick clumps.
+By Stoddy Jun
-te ch7rm of the countryside is the rich greenness which is yet full of tbtle changing colour as the minor flowers become visible. Everything ems to flourish and to really enjoy growing,
-st fancy being a train-line and being able to enjoy this alwaysIl
+In two detachments on the night of Friday, March 21st, six purposeful people set out for Katoomba, the starting point of many trips of note, this one proving no exception.
-TING to 20st-war cOnditions,will all those ?eople who usually present the Editor ; Xmastiine with bottles of 2ort,dressed turkeys,bags of oysters,l)remattre Lions,large pieces of brown iDa:,)er and. the latest in lexicons kindly say it with NTRIBUTIONS TO TEE la.GAZIMIT
-.
+The Leader, Bill Hall, with Bill Whitney, sped down to Carlons from the earlier train and they were safely tucked into bed before the second detachment arrived. Consisting of Tim Coffey, Reg Alder, Ron Baker and myself, Mob No.2 journeyed from Central in the narrow confines of a Guard Room at the extreme forward end of the train in company with five C.M.W's. During a lull in the shouted conversation I introduced the subject of Packs and lightness thereof with reference in particular to my own. This gentle feeler roused the manly chivalry of Tim, who proposed sending my pack back to Sydney with everyone's discarded nonessentials, and after sever censorship, my sadly depleted kit, consisting of pyjamas, sneakers, face cloth, two bars of chocolate and a piece of cake, was divided amongst the three boys.
-ROCKCLIMBING IN THE RAIN
-Paul Barnes
+Alighting at Katoomba we shivered our way to the Reservoirs in inky darkness lit by no friendly star or benignant moon. Warmed up by then, we put on pace downhill to the Devil's Hole. A few cold pin points of rain splashed maliciously down as we slipped and scrambled haphazard into that weird formation.
-(The author would be glad to iertimbether'the descent described has been accomplished beforse also 'whether the point mentioned 2 has ever beet naMed),
-It was early in-1944 when we stood on the Ff)gsback Ridge, Narrow Neck, and looked south-egtt at the long point or headland jutting out into the valley of Cedar Creek, You may know this as the point which is immediately opposite Mount Solitary. We decided then that descent d.,:i"na it locaed feasible, and that became our' objective for 6-hour Weekend, 1945.
+As we passed the "Pub" Site there was some desultory talk of short cuts, but somehow we missed the beginnings of them and so went round the long way.
-Our party started out bright nd erly on Friday night with a taxi to the Explorers' Tree, whence, after some blundering on the numerous tracks which criss-cross the area, a dry camp was made on the extreme summit of Pulpit Hill. This proved not as cold as expected, in spite of its 3,450 feet.
-Few people, as yet, seem to know of the way down off the Pulpit Hill, a neat piece of rockclimbing which has been rendered easier for amateurs by the insertion of iron spikes in crucial places. (Incidentally, who put the
+All hills climbed at last, we swooped down into Green Gully and arrived to find Mrs. Carlon sitting up for us with tea on tap and large slices of scone loaf. Et puis, em lit.
-_spikes there)0 This descent was accomplished as an appetiser by our party before breakfast on Saturday morning,
-Breakfast was a satisfying meal on Back Creek, and there followed a quiet day's walking via Megalong Creek and much rockhopping to a good camp spot a mile or so down the Cox.
+With the first faint appearance of dawn came murmurs from the verandah and it was time to get up. After a super-ooper breakfast we groaned our way up the hill and raced gaily down the other side into Carlon Creek. Floods have changed it and Breakfast Creek into Public Highway, and, believe me, the nettles looked positively nettled to see us striding along unstung.
-Next day's programme comprised a sweltering walk up Six Foot Track and cross country to Mitchell's Creek, a very grim lunch washed down by four mugs of a vicious brew of 50:50 tea coffee in stagnant water, then a cold, wet, and slippery ascent of Black Billy's Head in steady rain.
-It was during one of theFe convenient rests, dignified by the pretext of 'admiring the view, that a small porcupine waddled along, and, quite unconcerned, would have waddled off again, had he not been stroked with a stick, when he beganiwith more enthusiasm than success,to dig himseTf in the rocky slopes of "Billyts'.
+Does anyone really admire Breakfast Creek? We were all glad to see the Cox at last, stopping long enough for dips, then on again at a smart bat on the right bank. Bell birds and Whip birds carolled us on and we were able to keep to one side for some distance past the Black Dog Rock. We stopped for lunch between Moorilla and Moko Creeks and had refreshing swims there and in the Kowmung. After Cedar Creek the country was new to me and we made a number of river crossings through picturesque Kill's Defile.
-Once the top of the Head was reached we took a course through "Fools Paradise" to an early camp above the swamp, which later becomes the head of Mitchell's Creek. On account of the drizzling rain, and our "big day" ahead on the morrow, no time was lost in 'retiring for the night.
-.
+We were very lucky with the weather, which was sunny with a chill wind, and so we were never too hot despite the pace.
-clad legs.
-The actual descent of "Paulfs Point" was made in three stages, and a mild hailstorm had, fittingly enough, just passed over as we commenced. First was a 30ft, drop, done "en rappel" with suitable lowering of packs on rope end. Next a 20 ft. portion with a slight, favourable incline, which could be done by "straight" rockclimbing technique withnut a rope. Lastly, a 50 ft, sheer dropbne "en rappel", brought our four triumphant members to the top of the ta1_,us.
+We saw some splendid horses and innumerable pigs of assorted sizes and considered putting one in our pocket en route. Conscience triumphed however, and we left the piggy ranks to forage undepleted.
-To reach Cedar Creek now'entailed merely rockhopping, remiiliscent of Kbrrowal Knife-edge, plus steep 50 degree slopes, somewhat like the foot of Bl,ck Jerry's Ridge. Soon Cedar Creek was crossed at the well- known cave, the steep pinch to the Ruined Castle saddle was surmounted, and tr,ck followed to the coalmine.
-Were we patisfied with our efforts yet? Well, almost, but not quite. Just to finish off our climbing weekend, it was decided to climb out to the top via the Scenic Railway track and tunnel, a rise of some 1300 feet in 800 ft, We emerged, looking more like coalminers than bushw-lkars, and proceeded to Katoomba for a clean-up and a hearty meal.
+Opposite Moody's a new boarding house was in process of erection, and its owner informed us that he had just taken his wife down to McMahon's to cook our tea for us, Mrs Mac being in hospital. We asked him if his wife was a good cook and he said "Not bad", so we redoubled our flagging efforts, passing a very pretty girl with no noticeable slackening of pace, and presently came to the funny part of the trip. In the middle of the river about one mile from Moody's a car was sitting with an obstinate expression on its face. Billy Ball was giving me a lift across on his shoulders and could hardly keep his balance as we were both laughing "fit to bust". Inside the car a fat man in shorts was seated, perfectly dry and unamused and determined to remain both. He demanded assistance and four of the lads made the appearance of heaving hard at the wheels with no result whatever. Thirty-odd miles and suppressed mirth may have had something to do with it. We left him to his fate and noticed as we passed out of sight he was still inside patiently keeping his tootsies dry.
-.11 ....
-WINGS - J. E. McDougall
+The valley widened out and we crossed the river several times, having a final wash and brush up at the last rapids. Then up and over the hill to McMahon's, very tired, warm with nettles, and absolutely ravenous.
-Never on e,rth
-Shall we know any rest
+Mrs Smith, our substitute cook, was bustling round the kitchen, from which appetising aromas came floating forth. Presently a sumptuous repast was stacked before us and we needed no second bidding to commence plying knife and fork. Dinner was followed by a round of massage of sorts and we retired.
-Who has borne in the night A wild bird in his breast
-Ever he'll walk
+For the first part of the night everyone squirmed with nettle stings and stiffness, and all dogs in Creation decided to voice their sorrows and fight out their long pent grievances, but about midnight silence reigned supreme and Tim was allowed to "oleaginously mutter" undisturbed in his corner of the verandah.
-With the shadowy things While his ears hear no talk For flutter of wings
-Life shall go over
+Morning came with the first sun's rays lighting up one headland and leaving all the others dim with purple haze, and the flat grass lands a misty straw-blond.
-Like swans in the night With a whisper of wonder and something of fright.
-Though he walks in still beauty
+We made a lateish start after a good breakfast and set off somewhat uneasily along the track. Many were the wide beautiful vistas unfolded for us on every hand of level of undulating valley surrounded by sunlit sandstone cliffs or tree clad mountain ridges. Reg was dropping behind with his colour film gadget to his eye. Trees reflected in still waters; smooth plains of grass like "hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind"; one or two magnificent trees, ages old, left perhaps out of very respect for their hoary size....
-He nothing shall see
-Till two coins on his eyes Set the beating wings free.
+As we turned up the Wollondilly, we looked down to the Warragamba Gorge over fields of green corn and glimpses of shining river between attendant Casuarinas. On the hillsides the bracken was reflecting the sunlight like chain mail, and two headlands oddly resembling thatched roofs stood sentinel to the valley.
- 'Irrimarioreire
-We have no intention of telling those people not sufficiently to know already that the Club now meets regularly on Friday nights at the Ingersoll Hall right behind the Oxford Street Post Office.
+Now we came to bridges and open grids and better roads for cars but somewhat monotonous walking for feet, albeit opportunity for our eyes to take in the full beauty of that unparalleled valley, the Burragorang.
-NIGHT MUST FALL By Prolix.
+It is a place that will always be beautiful, Man cannot ruin it, even though he flood that wide basin which is the wind's playground, because it is the surrounding hills which make its splendour, and if they are to look down to a mirror instead of a golden dancing floor, they will remember and so will we.
-The inaisputable truth of the title has often been the cause of much concern to most walkers and to others, with the result that a hasty decision has to be made as to where to camp for the night.
-While well planned walks never suffer from such hasty decisions, 1 and, I am sorry to say, my walking companions find our trips occasionally far from being such models of efficiency.
+Bye and bye the stiffness wore away and we came to Bimlow, and partook of pears and apricots by the fingers out of tins, just as a snack and because we were ahead of Dave's schedule. We saw a row of mugwumps on Bimlow verandah, wumps outward, but as we hove into view the mugs were thrust speculatively to the fore. Our pace slid up again to four M.P.H., and we deferred lunch one hour. Up hill now, and the knowledge that all descents had to be reclimbed, but our pace was not affected. In fact we joyously swapped notes on our fitness and wondered that we felt so fresh. After a long descent with an eye to the panorama of Upper Burragorang with Bonum Pic upthrust into the blue distance, we reached the Nattai bridge and stopped for lunch. Not making tea was a great help in keeping us up to and ahead of schedule, and as we turned up the Nattai valley and climbed steadily our stiffness gradually and imperceptibly returned. Expectations of a weary road walk for the last 18 miles were being continually and delightfully disappointed, as we passed through leafy bushlands with sunny open spaces and glimpses of deep green pools.
-I can recall several doubtful campspots thrust upon me in the fast dwindling twjlpfrIt and one in particular which occurred high in the mountains in the NtrIT IrPjlflricz. Ranges.
-azId 7: were the actors in this drama. Typical of my most cl-eriFteu fc rri of walkingi none of our camps broke up much before 10 a m. ti min, so-cal-led in walking circles, has much to commend it, though it fr-3quently involva3 one in schedule difficulties in new country.
+Just before Riley's Crossing we paused to read the inscription on a small headstone beneath a perfectly grown Kurrajong tree. A small boy of seven had been drowned near there seventy-one years ago. Protected by that shapely old tree, planted to his memory, the marble surface bore simple wording which had defied time and weather.
-Under such cii-ctm btanc&s we began the descent from Point Lookout
-down on to and along Lhe nine mile ridge to Bellinger River which, according to advice, could easily be accomplished in one day. Accordingly we admired
+After Riley's Crossing we made a steady ascent along a wonderful convict built road in excellent condition, clinging most securely to the hillside, hung over dizzying drops into the dense tropical green of the valley, which must have held some grand waterfalls, because in no time at all the watercourse appeared with one last leap right at the roadside. That last dip contracted everyone's muscles a bit, but then, as we told one another cheerfully, there were only ten and a half miles to go.
-the views, took several photos but found ourselves still very far from the
-Lellinger by afternoon. Also our observctions led us to the belief that we were off the track, as we found ourselves well below the top of the ridge and following an old well-defined track going downward along the side of the ridge. Suspicion grew as out calculations indicated we were only half way along and apparently descending to the jungle-covered upper Bellinger River - very nasty! Furthermore, gathering clouds carried out their designed purpose by wetting us and the jungle around.
+On through rising and dipping forest land we followed the track and came out on the road between The Oaks and Picton. Patter, patter, went our sneakers and we were confronted with an amazing change of scenery. Rolling tablelands sloped away from us in huge patches of cultivation, and dipped into melting distance. The sun's rays, gradually becoming level, intensified the colour in everything -  yellow of grass, green of tree and crop, red of wild briar, and the sudden enormous blueness of the overarching sky.
-Stinging trees are uncomfortable at the best of times, but with approaching dusk and an overgrown track things were anything but pleasant. What to do? No obvious camp site and no waters
-Following a side track (there seemed to be several in this area) in
+"Down hill all the way and only a biscuit toss to Picton" was the slogan of the moment, but there was still some uphill left. The Barnado Homes of Mowbray Park appeared, ideally situated in a sheltering fold of low hills, and we passed their old red brick Lodge gates with a wave to the Lodge Keeper's daughter.
-darkness and despair, some kind guardian angel (Gordon's or mine) guided
-us to shelter, Our torches proved it to be a blacksmith's bark-roofed lean- to complete with forge, anvil-block and some other sundries. Our relief knew no bounds, The roof was reasonably rainproof, cooking facilities suitable but sleepingaccommod%tion definitely at a minimum. Note that this structure was built over a track on the steep slope of the ridges It was apparently connected with the old mItimony mine. ;.
+Bursts of song kept our spirits from flagging as the miles swept underfoot and when Picton was supposed to be two miles away it was still out of sight; and so it stayed behind a small hill right until we caught it by the tail and staggered thankfully into the milk bar to freeze our "innards" with "two milks straight."
-I gathered some long grass from close by and softened the earth. Our
-NIGHT VIGIL
+Munching apples and bananas some time later we emerged to make a precarious journey the last 3/4 mile to the station, coming on it in the same sudden last minute unexpectedness peculiar to Picton and its possessions.
-Ron Knightley.
-"The floods -rush high in' the gully under
+Many were the doleful pictures conjured up of what our condition would be at Central, but suffice it to say that we disembarked on our two overworked pins and managed not to appear inebriated.
-And lightnings lash at the shrinking trees
-The floods rush high - folks, if you want excitement, just cast your eye down the "Leader" column of the Walks Programme until you reach the name of Lean Blumer - and thatts the walk on which you'll get your thrills. For example, take our experience in Breakfast Creek Gorge on the night of a sweltering January day. The official walk it was, with Leon as th,. leader and Roy Davies, Doug.Johnstone and one, Bill Carter, as my companions.
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-After the evening meal and a quiet hour's yarning and smoking, we went to bed at the fall of dusk with intentions of rising at 4.30 and leaving at 6 a m. Some time later, I half-woke from slumber to become conscious of rain pelting down and an altercation between Leon and Bill. They were fiee%i their torches around and discussing the possibility of the creek rising and flooding the little bank in the bed of the gorge.
-"Oh, it'd take a cloud-burst on top to send this creek up, now," Bill argued.
+Our first **dance** of the season.
-"Veil, I dunno 7countered Leon, "this gorge is very restricted and welre only a couple of feet above the level of the creek-bed." Somehow,
-I favoured Bill for the sleeping bag was warm and I was drowsy. The flashing of torches on the gurgling creek continued t hypotheses waxed and waned and - Leon complained, "I don't like tint roar - listen to it!" I strained my half- conscious ears but the only sound was the pattering of the rain upon the trusty tent. Oh 1 go to sleep.
+Please alter the details on your Social Programme to --
-Then suddenly, "Look1 Look!" cried Leon in alarm. "Look at it now". I sat bolt upright and beheld-in th,e coneebtrated gleam of the two torahes, not a tiny rivulet, but e rushing torrent twenty feet wide! The creek had risen five feet in its initial wave and its nearer edge actually lapped the beginnings of our little bank. All at once I was wide awake and wham: out of the sleuring bag in two seconds flat! Wild movement followed on sides -sleeping bags, boots, spare clothes went helter-skelter into the packs in a frenzied rush to beat the rising floods vde'jammea stuff in everywhere and then went dashing madly out in the rain, gathering utensils from various rocks. Shouts and splashes from the lower tent announced that Roy and Doug, were packing up in six inches of water! The tents ceme down with a whoosh and were jammed, mud and all, into th2ir respective owners' packs.
+  * Time: Wednesday, 28th May, 1941, at 8 p m.
-We retreated to the base of the cliffs, ready for instant flight. arched like a tribe of mountain goats upon the lower rocks, with the rain
+  * Place: Macquarie Lounge, Phillip Street, Sydney (near Martin Place)
-alting our unprotected heads, we howled curses at the teeming elements and
+  * Price: 3/6d per person.
-. between them surveyed our precarious position. Before us was the grassy
-at, with the flood creeping inexorably on; behind us were the precipitous
+See you there\\
-ags of the gorge; we couldn't go upstream and we coleldn't go down. As we
+Doreen Helmrich\\
-tched the water crept higher and higher - ughl our former tent floor was just
+Hon. Social Secretary\\
-racing pool of mud.
-The rain ceased. For an hour and half we marked the levels of the ood, inch by inch, upon a handy rock until at last, "Look, it's going
+===== Progress Report of our "Services Committee" =====
-wn", someone observed. We soon decided, by Poonsensus of opinion, to repitch e tents upon the drier portions of the bank and keep one man on watch all ;ht against a recurrence of the flood.
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+This committee, formed by the S.B.W., now has the support of the Trampers Club, the Rucksack Club, the.C.M.W., the Rovers Ramblers and the Camp Fire Club, whose representatives all assist in the work of collecting and posting magazines, etc., to the various bushwalkers who are on service with the Navy, the A.I.F., or the R.A.A.F.
-So the fire was built again - Bill doing a "wacko" job despite the saturated wood - and we drew matches for the order of the watch. At 12.20 we snoozed once again, safe in the knowledge that Bill would warn us in time for any future flood. It later transpired that he turned his toes to the fire and sleptZ. At 1.30 he woke me and we sat quietly for a few minutes, sipping the very welcome cocoa he'd brewed from the flowing mud. Then after brief observations on the water and the news that the creek was still falling,
-I settled down to the hour's solitude. This,though looked forward to with some
+The combined Committee is indebted to Paddy Pallin for the use of a room in which to conduct business. It meets there on the 1st and 3rd Wednesdays and sorts, wraps and addresses the various packets.
-misgivings, proved to be not a time of irkscme loneliness but one of those
-periods of pease which give a man time to analyse himself - lying by the glowing fire, calmly gazing into the flames, half-cnnscious of the rushing waters ant the dim light flickering on the cliffs, with the calm, cool air and occasional appearance of the stars through the flying clouds, this was the setting for an hour of pensive muse.
+So far the response to appeals for magazine stories, newspapers and reading matter generally has been better than the response to the Committee's other appeal, which is now repeated. **Will members who have friends in the various Services please see that Dunk has their correct address.** At present the Committee is handicapped through lack of sufficient information.
-Though the waters continued to go down about two inches in the hour, the current was still strong and there was still the occasional choom! rumble, rumble, boomWthumpl rumble, rumble of boulders bashing their way along the floor of the torrent.
-' Calm night, solitude and the warm fire, As I gazed, unseeing into the coals, there arose a vision of th-? berbaric savage crouched like me before his smoking fire; a fire which he worshipped but did not understand, Anything he did not understand he called a God and I wondered in that lonely hour if it was only the poor, unknowing savage who followed the same irrational course of reasoning. The Greeks, the Celts, the Vikings could not understand the sun, the moon, the thunder and the flood so they created a deity to each and every one of them to explain the workings of the world as acts of these Gods. One by one, man came to understand the secrets of the Universe and the ancestral divinities vanished in the fire of increasing knowledge. At last two final questions etood unanswered; the function of the Universe as a whole end the existence of intelligent beings in it. Following the reasoning that had been inherited down the ages, man conceived a God to create his Universe and explained the spectacle of life ms an act of this one last God. And yet, was it in a God that the answer really lay? Through all the lonely hour's
+And, photographers, please remember the boys overseas whenever you have any good photos. The Committee's funds are useless without your negatives.
-vigil the flood rushed on, beyond the power of manleven yet driven by something which we could not completely comprehend.
-"The moving finger writes, and having writ Moves on; nor all thy piety not wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it,
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+by Ken Iredale
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+Five A.M., the old Jowett chugged along in the cold morning air with its cargo of three -- Norman, Clara and myself - and rucksacks. Skipton, Settle, then, turning along a country lane near Clapham, we soon found ourselves in a farmyard, where we parked our car and were introduced to our companions for the day - two men and a girl from Leeds-Cave Club and a man and a girl from Sheffield exploring their first cave. We were guests getting details of the cave for a future trip with our own club.
-( House Hungry Horde )
-win forever the esteem of BILL MULLINS AND PASS ON THZ MORSEL OF GOOD FARE.
+As we were a comparatively weak party, it was felt that we could only explore the first part of the cave, for which we would have to carry between us 150 feet of heavy rope and two 30-ft. rope ladders. At 9.30am, we were only waiting for the Sheffield couple to change into old clothes as we had done, but soon realised it was their intention to stay as they were in immaculate slacks and pretty pullovers. Without further comment we set off up the fells and soon reached our cave, only a short distance from Gaping Ghyl, the deepest pot hole in England, where a stream disappears into a dark chasm hundreds of feet deep. Flood Exit, the cave we were to explore, communicates' by underground passages with Gaping Ghyl, and gives emergency exit in times of flood.
-Tell Hilma Galliott,tell Ray
-' Kirkby,tell two or three fellow members and somehow, someway
+Fastening a 30-ft. rope to a boulder and using it as a hand rail, we slid down a scree slope to a vertical crack in the rock barely eight inches wide. Into this we were able to slide sideways, touching ground about five feet below. After a violent struggle with the rock faces pressing fore and rear, we squeezed into a wider section of the chamber, taking care to avoid the apparently bottomless crack in the floor, and gradually becoming accustomed to the light provided by the torches on our headgear. We now tied one end of a rope to a convenient rook jammed across the crack, hurled the rest down the crack, and our leader began to descend, jamming his feet against one wall and his back against the other.
-BILL MULL INS WILI.L.HEAR ABOUT IT.
-Iflin your excitement-at-finding A HOUSE FOR-SALE
+The problem was not to prevent too quick a descent but to find a place wide enough to descend at all, for the deeper the crack went the narrower it became. However, by working along the crack as well as down, the leader reached the bottom fifty feet below and our three novices, nervous but determined, were sent after him with the safeguard of a waist line. We managed to lower the ladders, after a struggle with projecting rocks which would get in the way, then, we followed, taking ropes with us. Norman and I, being rock climbers, were expected to climb the crack on the return trip, taking up a rope with us to extricate the rest. We were now fairly comfortable, though a little wet from the constant drips, in a clay bottomed crack which soon became a tunnel as we went along, sometimes crawling sometimes walking erect, and winding in all directions but always descending gradually.
--Du are unable to restrain urself
-RING
+There were few formations, the only one of note being a musical stalagmite, extending from floor to ceiling, upon which a tune could be played by tapping it at varying heights. We emerged into a large chamber with a high roof. Ahead our tunnel went along for some distance; on our left was a wide mud floor with a tool about a foot above it - a bedding plane. On the right a stream ran through a gravel bed under a similar low roof, and we were given the alternative of crawling through the cold stream on our stomachs or being crushed between the gravel and the roof but keeping more or less dry. Choosing a half in and half out position, we did another wriggle and soon emerged in the bed of the stream with a high roof again. The passage now descended rapidly with cascades and waterfalls shining in the torch light and we had to use our rope ladders. Soon we stood on a rock ledge looking over a dark pit, the limit of our exploration without a much stronger party. Rocks thrown over here bounced once on the opposite side, then were heard to bounce down a long shoot until, after several seconds, there was silence again. From where we stood this shoot descends at an angle of 600, coming back beneath our feet and finishing in the passages of Gaping Ghyl.
-rxm, MULLIITS is HUITGRY
-TLT:CP.
+Rather thoughtfully, we returned the way we had come, gathering up our gear as we went, for potholing is a strenuous sport, and the newcomers were by no means as fresh as when we started. There was the problem of the crack ahead of us, too narrow for rope ladders; its ascent was dependant almost entirely on the strength of the people climbing it. Eventually we reached its foot and ate chocolate while we considered the problem. I was sent first and, with a little help from below, reached a position about 15ft. up where I could rest in comparative comfort while Norman followed, saved from some of the exhausting back and foot work up the wide crack with the help of my rope. After a rest with me he set off again, now in the narrow part of the crack, taking up my rope. After an exhausting struggle he reached the boulder jammed at the top of the crack, and rolled over into the chamber. Next I brought a third member of the party up to my ledge, then I set off up the crack, finding a position about 15ft. from the top where I could lean against one wall with my toes jammed in a crack on the opposite side. The two ladders were now tied together and onto the end of the rope fixed at the top of the crack. With the three of us hauling and steering them clear of projections, we eventually got these to the top.
-Semewhere:sometime one se 'r hears of a
-HOUSE
+Our next problem was the exhausted girl. Tied onto the end of the rope and with an extra hand line for her to haul on, we got her about 20ft, up, and there she hung, too exhausted to give us any help and wishing only to be lowered to a place where she could die in comfort. I was rapidly becoming cramped and not capable of giving much help, and all Norman could do was hold her from sliding. While he held on, I climbed the remaining fifteen feet, taking care to avoid her rope, and helped hold her for a few minutes while we both recovered our breath. Hauling together, we gradually got her nearer the top, though as she had not sufficient strength to prevent herself from swinging into the narrow part of the crack, her comfort was not increased by being scraped back and fore by the sharp rocks. At last she reached the boulder, but, to our horror, was discovered to be on the wrong side of the hand line, so that we could not haul her out, but must bring her out on the opposite side of the boulder. While Norman held the rope tightly, I bent over and took her round the waist, hauling her up feet first. Her trousers and blouse parted company but, fortunately for her, they did not come off entirely so she was saved from the indignity of a nude dive head first into the crack. With the help of Norman, who had now left the useless rope, I pulled her to safety and she lay exhausted in a corner. Dirty black hair covered an equally dirty face, and the lovely jumper and slacks were torn in a dozen places.
-that
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+By the time the rest of the party had joined us the girl was sufficiently recovered to be pushed up the remaining narrow crack into the fresh air and daylight again. An hour later we were all fairly clean once more in fresh clothes, and eating a huge tea in the farmhouse kitchen.
-for
-SAT,E.
+I have often thought of the tired girl who sat opposite me, too weary to eat; I wonder whether her first pothole was also her last.
-PerkapsIttH did last week:or even this verf-MY. If plu did an. are not yourself numbered amongst the
-KENNEL PF
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+On Thursday, 24th April, Merle Hamilton became Mrs. Ken Iredale, and these two members of the S.B.W. promptly started their married life in the best possible way - by going bushwalking. On behalf of all their Club-mates we wish Merle and Ken long life and happiness, in other words - "Good Camping";
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+Here are some extracts from a long letter Gordon Smith wrote to the "Tigers" from Malaya:-
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+"The air-mail arrived today and I unexpectedly received a few letters. Glad to have it as we are supposed to leave here today and most certainly will do so tomorrow.
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+History repeats itself. More S.B.W. get lost at a Swimming Carnival. Wish I could be hitting the water just about now. That is the great drawback here. Don't forget I want the Easter Trip in full even if it takes two letters to do it; the first Easter since 1926 that I haven't been on a walking trip. I'd
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+like to be going with the crowd. In due course you'll know what I did on those dates.
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+We expected to leave here any time after breakfast but I am now sitting in the front seat of a truck while the clock strikes two. It is very hot and sticky while the chances of getting a shower are very small. I am anxious to be off as I am riding in the front seat with the transport driver and hope to see a lot of new country if we are going any distance. It is hard to say when we'll return or if we'll go somewhere new, so this may not be posted for a few days. If we do come back to this town I shall try to have a look over a couple of their mosques or temples.
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+...This is a very disjointed, jumpy sort of letter but different things catch my eye and I write about them. Travelling vendors are of three types. Some carry their goods in two baskets supported by a long cane pole which runs across the shoulders. They move at a short fast rate while the loads carried by some of the women in this fashion would surprise you. Another type pushes a small cart which can be stopped and used as a travelling shop should one wish to buy bananas, pineapples, etc, Then there is the travelling salesman who rides a bicycle with an enormous load on his carrier almost hiding him from view.
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+....The military exercise was completed the next day but, while the rest of the troops returned to barracks, the section remained to do ten days reconnaissance work. We are camping half a mile from a small village. Population mostly Chinese. Two rivers join near the village. There are reputed to be crocodiles so, although slightly sceptical, will keep a good look out when I do any swimming. While we are here our work will consist mostly of examination of any tracks that hit the main road. We enter these two to a track complete with compass (for bearings), parangs (for obstacles) and one loaded rifle to pot a tiger occasionally. Regret to say that the only wild animals seen so far have been a couple of monkeys, a tortoise, a few small fish, a small animal like a weasel and a few water buffalo. I hope for better things. There is a small waterhole 400 yards from camp where we bathe daily.
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+....Life has been fairly humdrum although reconnaissance of the jungle tracks is all very similar to bushwalking and I have a couple of baths a day. There was a little excitement today. Just as we were preparing to leave after lunch a big black spider stung Harry Gibbons on the finger. After a ligature
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+had been applied and the puncture gashed, he was hurried back to camp. While an Indian doctor was stroking Harry's head and murmuring incantations, a snake crawled along the hut pole. I climbed half way up the side of the hut to crack him and at the second whack brought him down - fortunately outside, where an Indian administered the coup de grace. Forty inches long, six inches of poison, very thin and very deadly - death in one minute, so they say.
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+Harry Gibbons was taken to hospital last night but returned this morning none the worse for his spider bite. Soon after breakfast Stan and I left camp with the intention of following a side road to the river, thence continuing downstream until the main road crossed it, but we got amongst some thick jungle tangled trees and high grass - on the river bank, where we spent a very torrid hour fighting a way out into the open. There is a particular vine with fine teeth very close together which catch and rip the skin. It's worse than lawyer vines. A track brought us to the river, where we spent a pleasant hour swimming and lolling in the rather shallow water.
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+....Followed a track some 6,000 yards into the jungle taking over a hundred bearings. This was slow, rather tiring work, but our interest quickened when we saw the unmistakable footprints of an elephant. He had enormous feet - the pad being 20 inches in diameter. Here he had scrambled along the bank, there he had knocked down saplings quite obliterating the track, but although we saw signs for a couple of miles we were not fortunate enough to see the real animal. On our return journey a cobra slid away from our path.
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+....Orders to leave tomorrow. Rather sorry as the life suited me and long reconnaissances in the jungle were a pleasure rather than a job of work. Still it will be nice to get some letters after a fortnight and some clean clothes.
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+.....Sorry I was not present to welcome the old Debert. As I said previously, this job should suit him perfectly and if he gets a chance to go abroad as well he will be in seventh heaven. Can well believe he looks well in his Air Force Uniform.
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+I'd like to see Dot again and hear about all her experiences in N.Z I knew she'd climb Mt. Cook. I wonder whether I shall ever get the chance.
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+So the Re-Union comes and goes. I never did care much for them but would have liked to have been there this time. This place is all right but will become monotonous and I shall hardly care to stay while the rest of the A.I.F. is fighting elsewhere. Of course it may come here if there is little chance of activity we may be moved.
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+So Tim won the canoe. While I think of it - if and when I come back it should be possible to canoe the Cox and its tributaries (on account of W. dam); while on walks they'd need special water-proof bags to cover rucksacks while swimming. Will spoil river flats but make some places more exciting. Can imagine what some of the trips will be like then. OH BOY!
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+.....Up at 5.30 and did all my packing. For once we actually moved at the scheduled time - about 11am. Quite a pleasant drive to our new location 20 miles distant. We are about 400 yards from the sea and it won't be my fault if I don't get plenty of swimming. I have had no chance to look around yet but the surroundings seemed all right from the truck. Town 4 miles away. No pictures I'm afraid and I'm not sure about tennis facilities. Our quarters, of course, are not to be compared with the previous ones. It is a long hut with no doors or windows but a wide overhanging roof of laced palm leaves which leaves a space all the way round. Roof high like a tent. Can't say much more till I look at everything. Had first swim before tea. Baths 50 yards long, water deep at high tide. Milky colour, hard to see the bottom. Slight roll against the beach, which is white sand inferior in appearance to Sydney beaches, but weather was very dull and may have spoiled effect. Beach fringed with cocoanut palms. Several large bungalows near beach. Owners so far unknown.
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-Modern methbds Of eye examination and eye training - Careful Spectacle fitting
+B/N Hqrs. 2/19th Batt,\\
-Fixing an appointment will facilitate the reservation of time for giving you proper attention, but should you be unable to ring us befor-hand, your visit will be welcome at any time you may chose to call.
+A.I.F. Abroad.
- see *ego
-dleff a f@f
-  ciA_e
+(Reprinted from "Wayfaring", Journal of the Melbourne Women's Walking Club, December 1940. Ed.)
-NEWS FROM SOME OF THE BOYS
-GEi,c)ff Parker - 31st August, 1945. Since about last March I have had the job
+===== Footgear Through the Ages =====
--Chief Engineer in one of the Army's Small Ships and why I didn't get into this game before, instead of the static job in the Anti-Aircraft I'm darned
-if I know. From the Bushwalkere point of view it is the Ants Pants, as we are
+The history of footgear is very old and has many interesting aspects, artistic, symbolic and utilitarian. It is of interest to walkers because they are usually concerned about their footgear and perhaps some of them have wondered what type of sandals, boots or shoes the ancients wore when they marched the long distances which history records.
-travelling almost constantly, poking in and out of the most interesting places, and covering country that as Tourists would cost hundreds of pounds, instead of which the Army pay us to do it. Of course there is not much physical exercise about it, but I'm sure that other bushwalkers, particularly those who
-have been in the Infantry, will agree with me, that the Tropics are no place
+When the world was young, the foot of the magnificent sun-gilded savage was flawless, his legs were strong and stout as the bole of a palm and his feet, fleshy and fan-like, grasped rather than trod the earth. His toes were almost as prehensile as his fingers.
-to go on a walkabout, except in certain selcted localities, too many bities.
-However, whenever the opportunity offers, I get ashore and go on as long a ialk as the occasion permits. Chiefly for the exercise, but also bec-us I'm a born stickybeak and curious to see what is around the corner, Just the same I'm always glad to get back to the ship and into, or perha,Ds better said,
+Then as the world grew more civilised it began to adopt coverings for the feet. The most ancient type of which we have any record was the Egyptian Tab-teb or sandal, which consisted of plaited papyrus strip or hide secured by thongs. But with the Egyptian woman, the sandal was very much more than merely protection for the feet. She regarded it as a very important ornament and so with its beautiful pigments which rivalled the plumage of the ibis and the parrot, its touches of Nubeen gold and all the other luxuries of effect, it became an indispensable weapon in the armour of the Egyptian girl. Thus briefly is indicated the artistic aspect which, of course, is a subject in itself.
-at of decent clothes again. Ashore we always have to wear boots, gaiters, Lacks and shirt, while on board we wear only shorts, and shoes while in the gine room.
-Although the war is practically over, (the wireless says it is over)
+When the Egyptian woman dies, closing a life which has been an idyll in order to enter upon a second and even more idyllic life, she leaves behind her sandals, because when she is depicted in Egyptian portrayals of the other world, we notice that she is depicted without her sandals. There is a great deal of symbolism attached to the wearing and casting off of a sandal or sandals, but, as Kipling would say, that is another story.
-don't expect to be home for at the least twelve months, but during that me I expect to see a deuce of a lot more country, gaybe Tokio?
-b Morrison - 27th August 19450 Greetings from the Isles of Spice! I fo-rget; ether I've written t8 you yet from the beautiful Balikpapan S.E.Borneo
+The Egyptians had a rather unpleasant habit of painting on the soles of their sandals the figure of an enemy whom they could thus insult every day by treading him underfoot. The Egyptian insult, however, was the Greek compliment, for the Greek, in proof of his affection, would carve the name of his beloved on the soles of his sandals so that wherever he trod he might leave a witness of his devotion to her.
-o501E. long. 1 10'S - in case you don't know that already) and somehow t,hink not.
-.
+Leaving the symbolism of this subject, we now come to the utilitarian aspect. The Roman soldier wore sandals of leather attached to strong soles, studded with hob-nails. They were strapped to his feet by means of strips of narrow leather about one inch apart across the instep and round the ankle with a perpendicular strip joining these and running from between the big toe and the second toe to the top horizontal strip. The sandal was thus firmly attached to the foot. Apparently there was no sock or other covering and the Roman soldier marched long distances in these sandals.
-What a different letter this will be to that one of mine, written to you mid-March, at Burleigh Heads, queensland, and which you so kindly published in the SB.IN. About the only resemblance this place bears to Burleigh and environs is the "surf", much weaker here than at dear old Burleigh and much dirtiDr too - in fact, the other morning we want into an oil bath and there was hardly a riDnle on the water.
-I didn't come,in with the first landings, but 10 days later, when all the evidence left of the battering this place took was the huge shell and bomb craters, wrecked buildings, charred and smashed vegetation, spiked guns, remnants of pillboxes, dugouts and foxholes; twisted iron
+Celtic British chieftains wore shoes of untanned hide with the hair inside; made in one piece, with a thong of hide to-lace the edges over the instep.
-whic12 had once been cars, trucks and bicycles and the all-pervading peculiar odour of the Japanese, whiCh still exists here in spots despite the great amount of clearing up that we have been doing, along with the native population, but I've seen some minor engagements on my tours up front and been in one Jap air raids moon before last.
-This must have been a great town before the war and I don't mean before we belted hell out of it for the Dutch applied the "scorched earth" policy here well and truly when they knew the Japs were coming down - yes, about E25,000,000 worth of damage, I'm told, and although our lads started plenty of oil fires and smashed what the Nips had re-built, it must have been nothing to the mess the Dutch left behind for the "yellow bellies";
+The women, when not bare-footed (which was the prevailing custom) wore similar shoes drawn in at the ankle. With them, the wearing of the sandal was exceptional and, when worn, would have been imported from Rome.
-The homes here have been really beautiful, solidly builtof_brick and reinforced concrete, huge rooms, ceilings to 14 feet high and with stout woodrork,and best quality fittings of all kinds. Tiles Were in greatgarominence in kitchen and bathrooms and all of tip-top quality. The Dutch go in for a different type of bath to us; they have a tiled well raised about 3 feet above the floor and it seems they dip the water out of it and pour it over themselves - no lying down to it here.
-The balconies, verandahs and patios must have been things of beauty and convenient comfort and they, like the houses, have been built to see out a lifetime. Some buildings are guttered along he edge of the eaves, in the usual way, while a-lot of them have no gutters or spoutingv but rather an open drain dir ctly under the roof edge, built right rOund the house, to carry off roof and ground water. I can see the point in such an idea, for it -rains like nl A An .
+Sandals, shoes and boots were worn by, the Romans and Greeks, but the sandal was the most commonly used. The sixth century marked the final transition from the sandal to the shoe.
-.
-WOTSHERTHINK? Fierce Battles. Heaty Casualties Avoided.
+In ancient days (27 B.C. to A.D.400) peasants and shepherds in Europe wore shoes of thick felt and their legs were covered with pieces of coarse linen, tied under the knees and round the ankles. Another form of covering was long strips of hide wound round and round the legs like the modern puttee.
-Though most people Will, by now, be aware of the decision to change the night for the Club meeting back to Friday, we record it for the benefit of those who happily, or rather haply, live in distant places and visit us rarely. On the historic night last month, there was battle in the air but results were very disappointing. However as the door of the hall opened and revealed a fresh latecomer, it was interesting to watch the eyes of the "so-called" moderns and the "so-called" reactionarieo appraise him as a possible addition to their voting strength.
-T1,ank s.
+The most primitive form of leg covering in use was a piece of hide wrapped round the legs and secured with thongs arranged crosswise.
-last month and also this month we have been able to publish some drawings, the work of Mary Ramsay (Tife of Tom), Denis Gittoes and our old friend
-Les Harper. We wish to thank the artists whu are too modest to give on their work, any indication of their identity and also to hope that we shall be in a position to thank them again.
+About 800 A.D. the first form of sock came into existence. It was a kind of short hose made of cloth or leather, seamed up the side and cut to fit the foot and ankle at closely as possible and yet sufficiently large to enable it to be drawn over the foot and heel.
-Watch for it.
-We have received forward advice of the intended consideration of the possible production of a monumental work by Hilma Galliott on the life cycle of the cicada. This work would be based entirely upon her own extended observations used as an excuse for not doing any walking.
+About this time there was also a loose covering made of linen in the shape of a sock which was worn under a short boot or sandal of leather, and fastened by a series of straps and buckles. These straps were sometimes placed criss-cross and studded with metal.
-In Full Sail.
-Doris Allden recently found time to dash home to Sydney for a few days. 'Tis whispered that she has lost condition which is hard to understand considering the number of farewell parties and Government Houses she has been patronising lately. Perhaps Doris is going to the extreme of leaving at least six cream puffs on the plate for manners,
+Prior to the 16th century, stockings were made of velvet or finest cloth called "hosa". As far as I can tell, it was not until the reign of Elizabeth of England that knitted stockings became known. The Queen was presented with a beautiful pair of silk knitted black stockings. Knitted stockings were introduced from Mantua, Italy. In 1564, a certain William Rider saw a pair of knit worsted stockings at an Italian merchant's shop in London. He borrowed them and having made a pair like unto them, presented the same to the Earle of Pembroke, which was the first pair of worsted stockings known to be knitted in England. Nineteen years after, stocking of silk, worsted and other materials were common in England.
-Pagein Dorothy Lamour.
-Geoff. Higson is back with us in civilian clothes but if his pre-war suits fit him round the chest they must have been made of elastic. Geoff. will be kastralials chance to relegate Tarzan to the pigmy class.
+There does not appear to be any earlier reference than this to knitting in England. Originally, stockings were knitted in two pieces and sewn together. The word 'stocking' is Angro-Saxon in origin and means 'to stick' and is so called because it was 'stuck' or made with sticking pins now called knitting needles. It would appear from the Anglo-Saxon of the words 'stocking' and 'knit' that knitting had other than an Italian origin, but evidence appears to be lacking in this regard.
-Interested?
-If you see us, we can tell you where there are two paddy-made packs for sale.
+In this short article it has been possible to give only a brief outline of 'Foot-gear', but I hope it will suggest interesting by-paths of thought to be explored.
-PM She Fall or was She Pushed?
-'V(? 2/9u ever earned the distinction of having maimed the whole of the Tale section of your official walk? No you mouse. Douglas, whose yuame we shall not reveal for the sake of secrecy, not only succeeded putting the President's knee in mighty bad condition but also in iring the leisurely pacemaker. Woman-hating carried to its logical fusions
+--Sybil Wingfield. (Member)
-TO ALL WE e,ISH A VERY HAPPY SZAS AND, IN ORDER TO CATER FOR THE WHOLE CLUB, WE WISH FOR A PERIOD OF FAVOURABLE WEATHER FROM KOSCIUSKO TO MARBLE BAR WHERE SOME WALKERS ARE SURE TO BE GOING
-FOR THE SURFING SEASON.
+===== Federation Notes =====
-BACKYARD BUSHWALKING
-"Come and see this locust coming out of his case" I shouted to the girls. "Cien da" corrected Jennifer, but she came nevertheless and we saw a miracle happen. After a series of convulsive back bending exercises the horny earth stained shell split revealing the insect beneath of opalescent green. Then was put on a demonstration which would make any walker joalous, a marvel of packing. We saw the unpacking of course and I am still wondering where it all came from. Finally the cicada emerged and rested after the pangs of birth whilst wings cleared and shell hardened. A lovely creature of the sunlight and air destined for a brief career of love life and lalcr sipping 6.aintily of the juices distilled by the trees, still cli,er-;Lng to its shabby prison garb worn during its many years incarceration in its subterranean dungeon.
+It is here - or almost - that Working Bee on May 10th and 11th at Maitland Bay. There is sure to be a good roll up because everyone so enjoyed the Working Bee arranged there last year by the Trustees of Bouddi Natural Park that no one will want to miss out this year. By the way, don't forget, you are asked to provide your own axe, or mattock, or what-have you?
-"There/3 your cicada" I said. "It/s a green grolor!" said Jennifer.
-XXXXXXXWXXX
+How well do YOU know the Platform Cave at Kanangra Walls? Can you immediately visualise the "drip hole in the cave", the second cave along? That is where the Warrigals sank the empty half drum to catch the drips on a ledge in the cave, not outside it. A "Drinking Water" notice having been prepared, it was taken to the Walls at Easter by a party of Y.M.C.A. Ramblers on their first visit, but they failed to find the spot, so parked the, sign under a rock. Then along came the Federation Secretary, saw the notice, and searched for the sunken drum, but failed to discover it up on the inner ledge, so the notice, was not erected at Easter.
-Shop Hours.
-Paddy is pleased to report that he is now open each day from 9 a m. to 5,45 (12.30 Saturdays).
+In the March issue of their magazine, our young friends of the Camp Fire Club have summarised an article that appeared in the Bush Fires Advisory Committee's Booklet. We feel they have hit the nail on the head with a good, hard wallop when they say --
-Stock.
+"Most Bush Fires are man made and fire prevention is everybody's business -- not to be left to someone else to attend to."
-Rucksacks (without frames) cape groundsheets and in good supnly. Frame rucksacks occasionally available. Tents and sleeping bags still difficult,
-Gadgets.
+===== Club Gossip =====
-Pending the return of plastic or aluminium jars, Paddy has secured supplies of faxed paper jars with lids which can be washed and used several times.
-Prices: 2 oz. id. each
+On Sunday, 23rd March, 1941; Bertie and Evelyn Whillier welcomed a daughter. As everyone knows, all the best bushwalkers start by doing a Sunday walk, and we hope Lynette Dawn Whillier will prove no exception. We congratulate Bertie and Evelyn, and also wonder is Lynette Dawn the lass whom Jack Debert was so noisily searching that time at Re-Union?
-oz. lidI' "
+The rest of the news this month is matter of comings and goings:
-oz. 2d. eachgd doz.
-/3
+We are all delighted to see Dot English and Dorothy Hasluck back from New Zealand. Did you know that Ted. Dollimore has also returned to Sydney from the Land of the Silver Fern - "for the duration, in a war job". We wonder whether we shall see much of him, or whether he will join the property-owners at Otford. Arthur Austin and Bill Piggott having started it, Alister Menmuir and Harry Lee also purchased land and built weekenders there!
-/9
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+Evelyn Higinbotham was in the Club Room the other night just brimming with anticipation. She has joined the staff of Burns Philp & Co. Ltd and starts work at Suva just as soon as a ship can get her there. We'll be seeing you again, Evelyn, when you come to Sydney on leave in two or three years' time.
-CLUB GOSSIP.
-As congratulations seem to be the order of the day we think that in this issue we will emulate the "S.M.Herald" and run a Births, Engagements and Marriages section.
+Two other old members who have recently taken their family to fresh fields and pastures new are Joe and Kath. Turner. Joe has a job in Armidale, so we wish the Turners "good camping" in New England, and holidays at re-union time.
-Under the first heading we welcome two very young ladies, one the daughter of Jean and Bill Johnson and the other the daughter of Mollie (Astridge) and Arthur Waller. We look forward to making the acquaintance of these little girls whenever their proud parents can bring them to the club room.
-The next heading, "Engagements",- announae-s, firstly,. that of Muriel Hall to Lewis Mitchell. Although the gentleman enjoys -camping we believe he is not a keen walker yet.
-Secondly, that of Gwen Clark to John Hunt of Kandos. We hear that Gwen is to be married shortly;
-Now for the "Marriages". Jean Malcolm and 'rank Ashdown, who it a mekber of the C.M.W. were married before Easter.. We hear that they visited "Scotty" Malcolm during their honeymoon.
- George Baker was married on 17th May, in Geelong, to Miss Esme Elmer; We also heard that our ex-member Arthur Auttin was married recently too.
-To all the foregoing happy people we tender our congratulations and say, "Lots of luck and good wishes".
-There were two highlights in the recent social activities, one was the first club dance of the season, the other the play night at the club room. The fifty odd folks who went along to the dance had a splendid evening with lots of dancing and a very pleasant supper. Everyone voted the evening a grand one and the new Social Secretary it to be complimented on the success, in every way, of her first club dance. There's just one point that rouses our curiosity, what would happen if a "six footer" trod on the toes of the lady who dances in bare feet?
-The curtain raiser to the thriller produced_by Joan Savage on the play night,
-was two monologues by our old, but rarely seen, friend Edgar Yardley. Everyone was pleased to see Edgar and to hear a new "Dolly Ballad".
-The play was amusing as well as thrill producing and the collection after-
-wards yielded 2.2.4d. which was handed over to the funds of the Bushwalkers' 'Services' Committee.
-By the way, the B.W.S.C. is doing good work - the latest figures show that two hundred odd packets, magazines etc. have been forwarded to the forty five members of the bushwalking clubs in the forces. It is most gratifying too, to be receiving letters of thanks and appreciation from these lads.
-If you know the addresses or change of any bush walking boys who are in the services, please pass them on to the B.W.g.C. so your friends' names may
-- 16 - be added to the mailing list.
-Two members who are stationed in Victoria, namely, Dick Schofield and Peter Allen, have been on leave lately, we were pleased to see them in the club room.
-Harold Chardon was also up on short leave, looking bigger and better than ever. One would like to have the adress of his new milliner!) Harold said he had had dinner recently with Jack and Mrs. Debert and that Pilot Officer Jim Cranitch was also present.
-Tom Herbert has had a letter-from-Oliver Moriarty - someWhere in the North Sea Oliver was very pleasedto :receive ..a '!round, robin letter Tram the club folk. He has been to Iceland and says that although there were lots of fish there were no trees in that country so he didn't like the place much.
-The Turners have/W-ritten from their new hone at Armidale - they apparently - have no fish, but say that the trees up there are magnificent. Also they extend a warm invitation to bushwalkers that may be in Armidale to visit the Turner domicile..- at 114 Brown Street.
-Some people never seem to have enough of a good thing. Dot English is hardly back from New. Zealand and now she is off again for another month at Mt. Cook. It is said to be a job, but who is going to call roaming round the glaciers and snowy peaks WORK! If that is work, we-say, then let us have more of it; - sounds more like a holiday.
-Hilda Blunt is also jaunting again, this time we believe she has gone to Melbourne for an indefinite period.
-We don't like work much, but when its 90% play - or seems to be - then it's just fine. That's how we felt about it at the Bouddi Park Working Bee in May. Lots of people, lots of fun and frolic, lots of camp fire and song, pleasant work and lots of result. That sums up the weekend - but ther's one thing we'd like to know, where did the Trustees get the super moon?
-.
-Brian Harvey gave us this "fill-up :-
-"A doctor declares there are 'fewer people with bandy legs. Either that, or it is becoming too cold for shorts1
-What do you think? We'd say the bandy legs must all be owned by hikers; bushwalkers are still roaming round the countryside, and the clubroom, in shorts of various ,hues. Did you see the symphony in green that left for the Blue Gum Forest the other night? No, not one of the girls, and not an extrn. pretty little boy scout, but Ron Eddes having a change from military khaki. Meeouwil
-.14.1111...
-Some people don't move. Some people move and advise the Hon.Secretary of their new addresses. Some people just move. How the hek do they expect to keep in touch with the Club? .f