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-A DISCOURSE ON THE MAGIC OF EATING OUT OF DOORS An Extract from Stephen Leacock,
+=====A Discourse On The Magic Of Eating Out Of Doors.=====
-I want in this chapter to talk about eating in the open air -- about the joy and exhiaaraLion of: 1t, about the health of it. I'm enthusiastic about it, I'm cve z7 ove.. it und have been for years. I.think that eating air is the creat-:Et tcnic, rJtimulant, res'orative -- I can't think of enough words for it, itthoc will give a first idea.
-Here L)4,7 Jf.,31 end eat, Tasted good? Doesn't it? Digest it?
+===An Extract from Stephen Leacock.===
-Why, my dear that osh air blowing into you, you could digest a
-chunk of Eandiono
+I want in this chapter to talk about eating in the open air -- about the joy and exhilaration of it, about the health of it. I'm enthusiastic about it, I'm crazy over it and have been for years. I think that eating air is the greatest tonic, stimulant, restorative -- I can't think of enough words for it, but these will give a first idea.
-You sec, if I ma7 interi upt myself to say it again, the point is, not that you arc 0.AinfT, open air, but that you are actually eating air. As every cheT3F,t 0::ve2:; good one) knows, air is made up of equal parts of oxygen, hydrogen., Tito,m, iron and alcohol, with just a little touch of the saner elements of argol and gargol, those these last were Ir.,R:re only
-found a few years ago Now these are the very thingF. that supTort life, and these are what is found in fresh air, Only the air must be fresh. The ordinary indoor air that you breathe is filled with dust, feathers, dried ink, powdered leather -- heaven knows what, You need only to let a full streak of sunlight break into a room to 'see what the air contains. Now when you're out in the open, in the straight, clear open, you're breathing the pure oxygen, taking in argol and alcohol. with 'crery breath. Have you ever seen one of those muddy looking Highland gillies who spend their days on the windswept moors aid the open. braes and breeks? You haven(t? Well neither have I, but I've seen pictures of them, in the Scotch whisky advertisements, That makes them ruddy? That makes them live till they die? The fresh air, the alcohol.'
+Here let's sit down and eat. Tasted good? Doesn't it? Digest it? Why, my dear sir with that fresh air blowing into you, you could digest a chunk of sandstone rock.
-Cooking out of doors -- over a fire made in the bush! How I would like to give a whole lecture on it! I'd like to get the Pope and the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Librarian of the British Museum -- I mean people who live indoors, and take them into the Canadian bush and cook them a steak! My4 Wouldn't they be surprised when I showed them that the point is you don't make a big fire but a little fire! I'd like the Pope to watch while I laid down two small logs side by side. O'd like the Archbishop to say, "But surely the logs are made too green to burn and I say "No, no, you are, I want the logs green so they won't burn! Now, witch me cook the steak--see it jump--see those ashes falling-into the pan? That's what puts the taste in .... .Excuse me I must upset it once. Now Pope you're the senior, here's yours. East it on a shingle...,. Now watch me boil the tea, boiled from the cold water up... But stnp! the Archbishop wants mote steak.
-So there's the topic, it is--real as real and one of the greatest things in the world, Eat more air, Never mind vitamins, the air is full of them, Eat the a7:r. Take it in with every bite, breathe it in with every morsel
+You see, if I may interrupt myself to say it again, the point is, not that you are eating in the open air, but that you are actually __eating air__. As every chemist (every good one) knows, air is made up of equal parts of oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen, iron and alcohol, with just a little touch of the saner elements of argol and gargol, though these last were only found a few years ago. Now these are the very things that support life, and these are what is found in fresh air. Only the air must be fresh. The ordinary indoor air that you breathe is filled with dust, feathers, dried ink, powdered leather -- heaven knows what. You need only to let a full streak of sunlight break into a room to see what the air contains. Now when you're out in the open, in the straight, clear open, you're breathing the pure oxygen, taking in argol and alcohol with every breath. Have you ever seen one of those muddy looking Highland gillies who spend their days on the windswept moors and the open braes and breeks? You haven't? Well neither have I, but I've seen pictures of them, in the Scotch whisky advertisements. That makes them ruddy? What makes them live till they die? The fresh air, the alcohol.
--Tell the doctors about it? You don't need to. They know it. Don't you 0 know that every doctor, the moment he gets a few days off, beats it for the bush? Any time you go into the rough country, in the bush ane round thelakes you find it full of doctors, eating steak beside a log...., but you's hardly expect them to bring:their patients.
-THE =ION HUT
+....
-^
-' We are publishing a letter received during the month by the Editor of the
+__Cooking out of doors__ -- over a fire made in the bush! How I would like to give a whole lecture on it! I'd like to get the Pope and the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Librarian of the British Museum -- I mean people who live indoors, and take them into the Canadian bush and cook them a steak! My! Wouldn't they be surprised when I showed them that the point is you don't make a big fire but a little fire! I'd like the Pope to watch while I laid down two small logs side by side. I'd like the Archbishop to say, "But surely the logs are made too green to burn and I say "No, no, you are, I want the logs green so they won't burn! Now, watch me cook the steak -- see it jump -- see those ashes falling-into the pan? That's what puts the taste in... Excuse me I must upset it once. Now Pope you're the senior, here's yours. Eat it on a shingle... Now watch me boil the tea, boiled from the cold water up... But stop! the Archbishop wants mote steak.
-"Sydney Bushwalker" from John Harvey, now living at Sandy Bay, Hob-rt,Tasmania, - 'Dear Clare -- With reference to Dorothy Lawry' s article on "Rumours and Fe,ats", I do not think she nor Dot English ned have any worries about the
-alleged reaction of the Hobart Walking Club about the loss of the elion Hut in Lake St,Clair Reserve, - I understand it is just over the border from the Cradle Mountains Reserve, and thus under control of Nlti?nal Park Loard.
+So there's the topic, it is -- real as real and one of the greatest things in the world. __Eat more air__. Never mind vitamins, the air is full of them. __Eat the air__. Take it in with every bite, breathe it in with every morsel...
-I am now a fairly actilre member of the Hobart Walking Club e nd a member of the CCrie-te, and since the occurrence I have herd only one
-referenCe to the f!...-e; it was a casual remark by Mr.Jack Thwaites, a member
+Tell the doctors about it? You don't need to. They know it. Don't you know that every doctor, the moment he gets a few days off, beats it for the bush? Any time you go into the rough country, in the bush and round the lakes you find it full of doctors, eating steak beside a log... but you'd hardly expect them to bring their patients.
-of the Nationa2 leark Board, that the hut was burnt down, and he expressed regret, No other remark was paseed, the S.B.W's were not mentioned, and there was certvinly not the slightest suggestion of annoyance and hostility. The hut did not in any, case belong to the club. The Hobart walking Club
-is hot a highly organised concern like the S.B.W's.--quite a small, informal, and friendly body, and it is impossible to imagine the members getting up in arms about something that Was. a Puis aecideat,. especially as fires here are - very 'common in the bush, and do not seem to ,be.., looked upon as the major
+----
-they are in N,S,W.
+=====The Pelion Hut.=====
+We are publishing a letter received during the month by the Editor of the "Sydney Bushwalker" from John Harvey, now living at Sandy Bay, Hobart,Tasmania.
+'Dear Clare -- With reference to Dorothy Lawry's article on "Rumours and Facts", I do not think she nor Dot English need have any worries about the alleged reaction of the Hobart Walking Club about the loss of the Pelion Hut in Lake St. Clair Reserve, - I understand it is just over the border from the Cradle Mountains Reserve, and thus under control of National Park Board.
+I am now a fairly active member of the Hobart Walking Club and a member of the Committee, and since the occurrence I have heard only one reference to the fire; it was a casual remark by Mr. Jack Thwaites, a member of the National Park Board, that the hut was burnt down, and he expressed regret. No other remark was paseed, the S.B.W's were not mentioned, and there was certainly not the slightest suggestion of annoyance and hostility. The hut did not in any case belong to the club. The Hobart Walking Club is not a highly organised concern like the S.B.W's. - quite a small, informal, and friendly body, and it is impossible to imagine the members getting up in arms about something that was a pure accident, especially as fires here are very common in the bush, and do not seem to be looked upon as the major disasters they are in N.S.W.
 I hope this will set at rest the minds of all concerned.'
-IETTERS FROM TBE LADS BILLY DUKE (continued) ,
-This orderly carried the, for half a,mile - a might man is all I can say. We were packed like flies'orithe jeeps, I sat on the bonnet along with two other chaps. They're invaluable- up'this way.
-Reached the M.D.S. find things not to b'ight; Tojo was conducting a regular bus run in the egg laying line. His best effort was five raids before b eakfast one notning. I became converted to a walking patient here as did practicaliy everyone else in the tent. A slit trench is nuch more comforting that a stretcher raised off the ground, He has sugh a lovely daisy cutter bomb - the best I've seen. By the time I left all the tents had been dug-in which made us all much ha-rgier. Spent my birthday here; but the lads were kind and didn't wish me many happy returns of the day.
-The field ambulance unit here were doing a meesnificent job, it was more like an A.G.H. than a M.D.S. and their cook was co ,kin for everyone
-on three, primus stoves as fires were out of the question. I t,ke my hat off to the whole crowd. The night I arrived their surgeons never stoe ed, I was the last to be done about 9 a m, the following day.
-After a week of fun 71nd games here I finally got awly a walking patent - and once the first stage was over the going became smooth. Became a 81tretcher case again and did the rest of my travelling by plane. I'm aefiaitely air miilded already, it's far better than foot slogging on those dirty, greasy barges. Think I'll' have to join'the parachutists. Life at presentecould hardly be improved on, a hospital bed and all its attendant
-;
-Luxuries, However, have only been here couple of days so may change my 'mind before long.
-By the way I've baen talking you'll be bezinnin, to believe that this New Guinea is as bad as its cracked up to be, far from it; put some beer and some guns up here and it would be a pretty popular snot with the lads, The rain Is heavy when it sterts but there are f,-,r more fine than wet days; the weather is hot; but Ilve experienced worse at our training area,in Aussie and the seille applieE even iTlore so to the denseness of ,the jungle. The nights are beautiful, jut Vflrm enough to keep one warm without a blanket. As far as the m66;,ies are concerned they must be here but I haven't been troubled in the slightent up to date and I haven't seen a mosquito net for the past month. Have haled one and that was in the hospital ward. Tojo was the biggest surprise of all, he's treacherous and has a lot of dirty tricks such as using the dead and wounded as bait, but we're awake to them by now and he doesn't have much luck'in that direction, We lose good men finding out where he is, but once we know it's just too bad for him. Our main trouble is trying to keep up with him, if he stops long enough to let us have a go itts the same old story, already mentioned. He's too cunning for his own good, waits until we are right on top of him before he fires, which is all right if its only a patrol, but if it's an attack we're on t p of him before he can inflict many casulties, Once his defences are broached he loses his head and then it's jlist "fruit for the looys", How he loves our grenade S too; it's a,joy to listen tb him screaming no more, grenades Charlie". The P.O.W. situation is first class - there isn't any apart from one or two for information -purposes. We handed one of them a grenade.(det. removed of course) to commit' h7tri keri, but he wasn't interested, just simply refused to play. I'm begin nin to think that fear drives them td fight to the end and no sme perbon would kick, scratch and bite to prevent himself being taken.
-I've made Paddy's list of gear required 'for a light weight walker ldok sick; the clothes I'm wearing, gro,undsheet, half a dixie and toilet gear isr - not bad and all I possessed "right -through the scrap. Even ,discarded the towel in favour of a handkerciliefc., Not biaat I trivel:light however 'as my old pal Lady Godiva:-IL (that's the bren so called b,Aceb:e e, she is alvvays stript,ed
-for aCtion) plus acceseories Lees 'the weight up round the 50 lbs. Food
-was our main problem throu,;hout, a tin of bully and a :2- cket of biscuits per day perhaps. improved on this with a litqe,bit of jungle fare; natiVe tro, green paw-paws and green tem:Inas either fried or boiled make a tasty dish. Taro done up as chie-ced potatoes is excellent. I'm afraid the natives are sky quite a few pigs and fowls, wasn't lucky enough to bump ir2to any myself, but I certainly tried, At one spot we could he-,,r a rooster crowing in the JaP lines, we made elaborate plans for his welcome but whether anyone finally go-b
-him I don't know,
-When we i first got here four of us decided to operate a jungle juice
+----
-distillery. On the boat coming over we had discussed numerous recipes and
-maeio great Plans, We couldeven see headlines in "Guinea Gold" "Sparso's 4
+=====Letters From The Lads.=====
-Distillery for Mango Wine, Tropical Cocktail and the Finest Brews of Jungle Juice" "Spraso" reckoned he got his recipes from a book that had been handedo down in his family for generations. I nearly killed myself climbing cocoanut- , palms after the green nuts; w- all sold our souls to the ,devil to get sugar raisins etc. and then after a week of blissful dreams had to throw the lot out.
-.
+===Billy Burke (Continued):===
-WITH SWAG AND BILL" - By H. J. Tomkins
-A Book issued by the Government Tourist Bureau in 1910 - Described by Alex. Colley,
+This orderly carried me for half a mile - a might man is all I can say. We were packed like flies on the jeeps, I sat on the bonnet along with two other chaps. They're invaluable up this way.
-Most of the old members can remember the day when a walker was somebody
-to be gaped at. If you go far away from Sydney, they still gape. Imar;ine what it must have been like in 1910, or before!
+Reached the M.D.S. find things not too bright; Tojo was conducting a regular bus run in the egg laying line. His best effort was five raids before breakfast one morning. I became converted to a walking patient here as did practicaliy everyone else in the tent. A slit trench is much more comforting that a stretcher raised off the ground. He has sugh a lovely daisy cutter bomb - the best I've seen. By the time I left all the tents had been dug-in which made us all much happier. Spent my birthday here, but the lads were kind and didn't wish me many happy returns of the day.
-This old book gives you a glimpse of our forerunners. They used often to valk quite long distances - up to 39 miles a day, though they seldom left a road road or a broad track. How they did it, covered from neck to toe in hot clothes, is rather astounding to modern walkers, All the photographs show the men clothed in long pants and usually with jerseys and coats. The ladies, too, exposed nothing but their faces. Even their hats were about a foot and a half wide and arranged in tiers, after the fashion of the day. Their skirts reached to within about 2 inches of the ground. On their backs they carried small swags. It must have been pretty torrid going - but - were they gone? Think of the flutter in the drawing rooms!
-There were mixed parties in those days too. Says the writer - What a merry company such a mixed party is The merest peep at one of these expeditions must suffice. It is a beautiful, clear, fresh forenoon in October, The party, having negotiated the long steep hill in front of Jenolan Caves in the early hours and breakfasted by the roadside, is making good progress towards Oberon. As it makes its way through the scented woodland, the girls form the advance guard, tripping along expectant, chatting merrily and feeling that it is a joy to be alive; the men smoke and bring 1213 the rear - and most of the luggage. To observe the zest with which the girls enter into the more or less commonplace incidents by the way - epoch-maing events to them- is to be re-juvenated. They remark on the rude manner in which we prepare the
+The field ambulance unit here were doing a magnificent job, it was more like an A.G.H. than a M.D.S. and their cook was cooking for everyone on three primus stoves as fires were out of the question. I take my hat off to the whole crowd. The night I arrived their surgeons never stopped, I was the last to be done about 9 a.m. the following day.
-chops for breakfast
-It is interesting to see how much of our preEent walking country was known to them. In fact, some of the walks are still done, such as Katoomba-. Jenolan Caves via Nellies Glen and the Black Range. Another favourite was Wentworth Falls to Piton, which, by the way, is described as a three day trip. The country between Moss Vale and Kiama was very popular and this country has recently come back into favour. The Bell Kurrajong route was a-' popular one. In the days before cars these must all have been good walking,
+After a week of fun and games here I finally got away a walking patent - and once the first stage was over the going became smooth. Became a stretcher case again and did the rest of my travelling by plane. I'm definitely air minded already; it's far better than foot slogging on those dirty, greasy barges. Think I'll have to join the parachutists. Life at present could hardly be improved on, a hospital bed and all its attendant luxuries. However, have only been here a couple of days so may change my mind before long.
-Some of the trips, on the other hand, look queer now. Watson's Bay to Bondi Junction: Edgecliff Road to Bellevue Hill and Parramatta to Burwood are recommended as half-day walks. This was in the days before the city spread over these areas,
-One of the most interesting parts of the book is the spirit of the walkers in those days. The walks are described in typically Victorian
+By the way I've baen talking you'll be beginning to believe that this New Guinea is as bad as its cracked up to be, far from it; put some beer and some gurls up here and it would be a pretty popular spot with the lads. The rain is heavy when it starts but there are far more fine than wet days; the weather is hot but I've experienced worse at our training area in Aussie and the same applies even more so to the denseness of the jungle. The nights are beautiful, jut warm enough to keep one warm without a blanket. As far as the mozzies are concerned they must be here but I haven't been troubled in the slightest up to date and I haven't seen a mosquito net for the past month. Have killed one and that was in the hospital ward. Tojo was the biggest surprise of all, he's treacherous and has a lot of dirty tricks such as using the dead and wounded as bait, but we're awake to them by now and he doesn't have much luck in that direction. We lose good men finding out where he is, but once we know it's just too bad for him. Our main trouble is trying to keep up with him, if he stops long enough to let us have a go it's the same old story, already mentioned. He's too cunning for his own good, waits until we are right on top of him before he fires, which is all right if it's only a patrol, but if it's an attack we're on top of him before he can inflict many casulties. Once his defences are broached he loses his head and then it's just "fruit for the boys". How he loves our grenades too; it's a joy to listen tb him screaming "no more grenades Charlie". The P.O.W. situation is first class - there isn't any apart from one or two for information purposes. We handed one of them a grenade (det. removed of course) to commit hari kari, but he wasn't interested, just simply refused to play. I'm beginning to think that fear drives them to fight to the end and no sane person would kick, scratch and bite to prevent himself being taken.
-language. They were constantly being "refreshed" or "rejuvenated", they
+I've made Paddy's list of gear required for a light weight walker look sick; the clothes I'm wearing, groundsheet, half a dixie and toilet gear is not bad and all I possessed right through the scrap. Even discarded the towel in favour of a handkerchief. Not that I travel light however as my old pal Lady Godiva-IL (that's the bren - so called because she is always stripped for action) plus acceseories keeps the weight up round the 50 lbs. mark. Food was our main problem throughout, a tin of bully and a packet of biscuits per day perhaps. Improved on this with a little bit of jungle fare; native taro, green paw-paws and green bananas either fried or boiled make a tasty dish. Taro done up as chipped potatoes is excellent. I'm afraid the natives are sky quite a few pigs and fowls, wasn't lucky enough to bump into any myself, but I certainly tried. At one spot we could hear a rooster crowing in the Jap lines, we made elaborate plans for his welcome but whether anyone finally got him I don't know.
-"descried" rather than "saw" things and so on, Take, for instance, the
-.. following passage - "What days were those, Parmenides! No morning paper,
+When we first got here four of us decided to operate a jungle juice distillery. On the boat coming over we had discussed numerous recipes and made great plans. We could even see headlines in "Guinea Gold" "Sparso's Distillery for Mango Wine, Tropical Cocktail and the Finest Brews of Jungle Juice". "Spraso" reckoned he got his recipes from a book that had been handed down in his family for generations. I nearly killed myself climbing cocoanut palms after the green nuts; we all sold our souls to the devil to get sugar raisins etc. and then after a week of blissful dreams had to throw the lot out.
- no post, no tram, train or boat to catch. Sky overhead, mother earth under foot, pumping God's pure air into his lungs and halting to camp at his own sweet will. Weary of limb at times and blistered feet, perhaps. But the ecstasy of it!" We wouldn't say it that way now, but we know just what
-he means.
+----
-In the days before light-weight camping, before framed rucksacks, down sleeping bags and japara tents, it was a great adventure to sleep in the open for the night. The writer describes a night spent out at Little River. (Megalong district), when they found the old but too dirty to sleep in. He says, as a matter of course, - not that it mattered much, for nobody slept.
-These walkers of 30 years ago look funny to us. They dresEod differently and they spoke differently. But they were real walkers. The bush meant the same to them as it does to us now.
+====="With Swag And Billy - by H.J. Tomkins.=====
-AT OUR OWN MEETING
-One new member, Max Nathan, was welcomed by the Presid,nt,
+A Book issued by the Government Tourist Bureau in 1910 - Described by Alex. Colley.
-The President announced that permission to have more badges made had
-been refused, any old badges are returned by resigning members they will be issued to new members.
+Most of the old members can remember the day when a walker was somebody to be gaped at. If you go far away from Sydney, they still gape. Imagine what it must have been like in 1910, or before!
-, The B.S.C. is in a "high stete of activity" at present. Christmas parcels for the ten boys overseas are already on the sea, and a further sixty are on order for some of the boys nearer home. The Committee wants people to join the Rucksack Club's pea-picking parties and give the B.S,C. 2/- in the k, of their earnings.
-- The Ka,toomba Council wants to know of tracks which need repair. Paddy Pallin:-would be glad of any information on this.
+This old book gives you a glimpse of our forerunners. They used often to walk quite long distances - up to 39 miles a day, though they seldom left a road road or a broad track. How they did it, covered from neck to toe in hot clothes, is rather astounding to modern walkers. All the photographs show the men clothed in long pants and usually with jerseys and coats. The ladies, too, exposed nothing but their faces. Even their hats were about a foot and a half wide and arranged in tiers, after the fashion of the day. Their skirts reached to within about 2 inches of the ground. On their backs they carried small swags. It must have been pretty torrid going - but - were they gone? Think of the flutter in the drawing rooms!
-Myles Dunphy presented the Club with males of the new Snow Leases National Park and a vote of thanks was passed to hit.
--Mr.Bennett, Chairman of the Blue Gum Forest Trust, would like anybody visiting the forest to take some wattle seeds to plant there so as to stop the erosion of the river banks.. Some discussion followed this announcement. Myles Dunphy pointed out that there would be a great danger of fire if wattle was planted there. Wattles not only burned readily but came up more thickly after a fire. He suggested Pussy Willow, Myrtle, Kanuka or Ti-tree. Ray Kirkby was against the introduction of any exotic shrubs and thought a' suitable grass might be found. Marie Byles suggested asking the advice of Thistle Harris and of the Forestry Dept.
+There were mixed parties in those days too. Says the writer - "What a merry company such a mixed party is! The merest peep at one of these expeditions must suffice. It is a beautiful, clear, fresh forenoon in October. The party, having negotiated the long steep hill in front of Jenolan Caves in the early hours and breakfasted by the roadside, is making good progress towards Oberon. As it makes its way through the scented woodland, the girls form the advance guard, tripping along expectant, chatting merrily and feeling that it is a joy to be alive; the men smoke and bring up the rear - and most of the luggage. To observe the zest with which the girls enter into the more or less commonplace incidents by the way - epoch-maing events to them - is to be re-juvenated. They remark on the rude manner in which we prepare the chops for breakfast..."
+It is interesting to see how much of our present walking country was known to them. In fact, some of the walks are still done, such as Katoomba - Jenolan Caves via Nellies Glen and the Black Range. Another favourite was Wentworth Falls to Piton, which, by the way, is described as a three day trip. The country between Moss Vale and Kiama was very popular and this country has recently come back into favour. The Bell Kurrajong route was a popular one. In the days before cars these must all have been good walking.
+Some of the trips, on the other hand, look queer now. Watson's Bay to Bondi Junction: Edgecliff Road to Bellevue Hill and Parramatta to Burwood are recommended as half-day walks. This was in the days before the city spread over these areas.
+One of the most interesting parts of the book is the spirit of the walkers in those days. The walks are described in typically Victorian language. They were constantly being "refreshed" or "rejuvenated", they "descried" rather than "saw" things and so on. Take, for instance, the following passage - "What days were those, Parmenides! No morning paper, no post, no tram, train or boat to catch. Sky overhead, mother earth under foot, pumping God's pure air into his lungs and halting to camp at his own sweet will. Weary of limb at times and blistered feet, perhaps. But the ecstasy of it!" We wouldn't say it that way now, but we know just what he means.
+In the days before light-weight camping, before framed rucksacks, down sleeping bags and japara tents, it was a great adventure to sleep in the open for the night. The writer describes a night spent out at Little River (Megalong district), when they found the old hut too dirty to sleep in. He says, as a matter of course, - not that it mattered much, for nobody slept.
+These walkers of 30 years ago look funny to us. They dressed differently and they spoke differently. But they were real walkers. The bush meant the same to them as it does to us now.
+----
+=====At Our Own Meeting.=====
+One new member, Max Nathan, was welcomed by the President.
+The President announced that permission to have more badges made had been refused. If any old badges are returned by resigning members they will be issued to new members.
+The B.S.C. is in a "high state of activity" at present. Christmas parcels for the ten boys overseas are already on the sea, and a further sixty are on order for some of the boys nearer home. The Committee wants people to join the Rucksack Club's pea-picking parties and give the B.S,C. 2/- in the £ of their earnings.
+The Katoomba Council wants to know of tracks which need repair. Paddy Pallin would be glad of any information on this.
+Myles Dunphy presented the Club with maps of the new Snow Leases National Park and a vote of thanks was passed to him.
+Mr. Bennett, Chairman of the Blue Gum Forest Trust, would like anybody visiting the forest to take some wattle seeds to plant there so as to stop the erosion of the river banks. Some discussion followed this announcement. Myles Dunphy pointed out that there would be a great danger of fire if wattle was planted there. Wattles not only burned readily but came up more thickly after a fire. He suggested Pussy Willow, Myrtle, Kanuka or Ti-tree. Ray Kirkby was against the introduction of any exotic shrubs and thought a suitable grass might be found. Marie Byles suggested asking the advice of Thistle Harris and of the Forestry Dept.
 Frank Ricketts and Vic Bailey were elected room stewards for the next two months.
-SOCIAL NEWS
-ABOUT THE XMAS PART!
-That much looked for Annual Event - the Xmas Part - will be held in the Club Rooms on the 17th December. Dancing and games will be the order of the night and we promise a good supper - also something special in the way of novelties,
-Come along and join in the fun - by the way, SHORTS & SPORTSWEAR are recommended as the dress for the night,
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-HAPPY XMAS (NO COUPONS)
-Butter
+===About the Xmas Party.===
-Sugar
-Tea
+That much looked for Annual Event - the Xmas Party - will be held in the Club Rooms on the 17th December. Dancing and games will be the order of the night and we promise a good supper - also something special in the way of novelties.
-Clothes
-Linen
+Come along and join in the fun - by the way, shorts and sportswear are recommended as the dress for the night.
-Meat (soon)
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+=====Happy Xmas (no coupons).=====
+Butter, Sugar, Tea, Clothes, Linen, Meat (soon).
 All on the official ration list.
-Smokes,
-Films
+Smokes, Films, Liquor (walkers don't mind this of course), Books, Travel (This hurts).
-Liquor (walkers don't mind this of course). Books
-Travel (This hurts)
 All on the "difficult" list and worst of all camping gear in short supply.
-Still we're not so badly off after all. Few of us (who are not in the forces) go short of food. None of us misses a night's sleep cringing in some shelter with the big bombrs overhead.
-The bush has never looked so glorious and there are still a few places left to camp on within easy reach of Sydney's electric railways,
-Heigho Come to the bush!
-'BestwishS to all Bushtalkers from -PADDY
-You know where to find him
+Still we're not so badly off after all. Few of us (who are not in the forces) go short of food. None of us misses a night's sleep cringing in some shelter with the big bombers overhead.
+The bush has never looked so glorious and there are still a few places left to camp on within easy reach of Sydney's electric railways.
+Heigho, Come to the bush!
+Best wishes to all Bushwalkers from Paddy. You know where to find him.
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