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 The zest of health and strength,\\ The zest of health and strength,\\
 And academic honours -\\ And academic honours -\\
-They all must aass at length.+They all must pass at length.
  
 And you? You chose the mountains,​\\ And you? You chose the mountains,​\\
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 You grandly thought your pastime\\ You grandly thought your pastime\\
-Was better than the reat.\\+Was better than the rest.\\
 'Twas only better really\\ 'Twas only better really\\
 If dropped at Time's behest. If dropped at Time's behest.
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 One proud mother stood before The Exhibit in the Health Week exhibition, and was heard to remark to her companion: One proud mother stood before The Exhibit in the Health Week exhibition, and was heard to remark to her companion:
  
-"The Bushwalkers! Oh, Bob's in this. He's a guide. He taks the lead."+"The Bushwalkers! Oh, Bob's in this. He's a guide. He takes the lead."
  
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 As slowly gathers light of rising day\\ As slowly gathers light of rising day\\
 To show this traveller o'er the ancient way,\\ To show this traveller o'er the ancient way,\\
-Its riqhtful ​owners deep instincts obey\\+Its rightful ​owners deep instincts obey\\
 And life begins again.\\ And life begins again.\\
 The traveller to his burden turns once more,\\ The traveller to his burden turns once more,\\
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 "​Frailty,​ thy name is Woman!"​.... did someone murmur, "Two men, to every girl...! "​Frailty,​ thy name is Woman!"​.... did someone murmur, "Two men, to every girl...!
  
-And when Shakespeare wrote, "a long-tongued,​ babbling gossip"​... was he thinking of the official ​Reorter?+And when Shakespeare wrote, "a long-tongued,​ babbling gossip"​... was he thinking of the official ​Reporter?
  
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 That a Prospective recently cooked the Leader'​s breakfast? Imagine that! That a Prospective recently cooked the Leader'​s breakfast? Imagine that!
  
-That a walk last month was patronised exclusively by women? ​Wuld this be called a hens' convention?+That a walk last month was patronised exclusively by women? ​Would this be called a hens' convention?
  
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 Everyone was there, of course. Me, I come trundling down the hill, late on Sunday morning, delayed by having taken the wrong track. The others went over the cliff and down by some rope attachment, but not me. At bottom of said rope was a pile of floor-boards to be carted through muck and mud to the scene of construction. No, not me -- I went the long way round. Everyone was there, of course. Me, I come trundling down the hill, late on Sunday morning, delayed by having taken the wrong track. The others went over the cliff and down by some rope attachment, but not me. At bottom of said rope was a pile of floor-boards to be carted through muck and mud to the scene of construction. No, not me -- I went the long way round.
  
-Down by the bottom of the track, I saw en apprirition: a lurching pair of shorts, a stumbling pair of legs, a billowing blouse, and a banging and clattering emanating from two huge planks of timber. Yes, the floorboards. To my improper and entirely involuntary shriek of laughter, the apparition turned -- a face, with long hair falling over it. Gosh! a woman. Unknown to me, so must be a prospective.+Down by the bottom of the track, I saw an apparition: a lurching pair of shorts, a stumbling pair of legs, a billowing blouse, and a banging and clattering emanating from two huge planks of timber. Yes, the floorboards. To my improper and entirely involuntary shriek of laughter, the apparition turned -- a face, with long hair falling over it. Gosh! a woman. Unknown to me, so must be a prospective.
  
 Ten yards further -- two more girls bouncing along under floorboards. No, no! -- the floor-boards were doing the bouncing. More Prospectives. Ten yards further -- two more girls bouncing along under floorboards. No, no! -- the floor-boards were doing the bouncing. More Prospectives.
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 There then smote upon my ears a sound of hammering, and in my telepathic brain rang curses. Hm! -- men. More Prospects? Then did I see a male form upon an upper member of what they called "the Roof," belting into a hunk of iron like a veritable demented hen burrowing for worms. Bob Eastoe -- Ah! a Member at last! There then smote upon my ears a sound of hammering, and in my telepathic brain rang curses. Hm! -- men. More Prospects? Then did I see a male form upon an upper member of what they called "the Roof," belting into a hunk of iron like a veritable demented hen burrowing for worms. Bob Eastoe -- Ah! a Member at last!
  
-Imagine the scene -- Prospectives wielding tools with all the zeal of eager youth; and here and there a Member, smoking! A tall, slim being greeted me with, "Hiya, Kid." Naturally, from the familiarity of the greeting, I must know the being. Yet the only clues I had were shape, for all semblance of face was blotted out by splashes from the ten-inch brush of creosote he/she was wielding. "Hiya, Frankenstein",​ I called back quite innocently. Intrigued, I enquired of the nearest bystander (a Member naturally -- all the Prospectives were working), but he also was nonplussed, and subjected me to a lengthy soliloquy: "​Arthur - up there, the one smoking; John Connor - over there; Jess - that one; Doug - eating; Alex - talking to Dorothy; and so on... There'​s only Hilma left. Ohl! why, of course! it's Hilma."​ I retracted the Frankenstein.+Imagine the scene -- Prospectives wielding tools with all the zeal of eager youth; and here and there a Member, smoking! A tall, slim being greeted me with, "Hiya, Kid." Naturally, from the familiarity of the greeting, I must know the being. Yet the only clues I had were shape, for all semblance of face was blotted out by splashes from the ten-inch brush of creosote he/she was wielding. "Hiya, Frankenstein",​ I called back quite innocently. Intrigued, I enquired of the nearest bystander (a Member naturally -- all the Prospectives were working), but he also was nonplussed, and subjected me to a lengthy soliloquy: "​Arthur - up there, the one smoking; John Connor - over there; Jess - that one; Doug - eating; Alex - talking to Dorothy; and so on... There'​s only Hilma left. Oh! why, of course! it's Hilma."​ I retracted the Frankenstein.
  
 Just what happened next is quite obscure, until that moment when I found myself sitting back, sucking a painful thumb, and cursing myself for mishitting, only to hear apologies in my ear. Now, I ask you - a bloke doesn'​t mind missing the nail and hitting his thumb, really; but when a bloke misses the nail and clonks someone else's appendage, is that cricket? Just what happened next is quite obscure, until that moment when I found myself sitting back, sucking a painful thumb, and cursing myself for mishitting, only to hear apologies in my ear. Now, I ask you - a bloke doesn'​t mind missing the nail and hitting his thumb, really; but when a bloke misses the nail and clonks someone else's appendage, is that cricket?
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 +=====The Tuross From Bodalla.=====
  
-11. +By Prolix.
-THE TUROSS FROM BODALLA ​By Prolix. +
-Bodalla, the source of some of our best cheese is 216 miles. from Sydney on the South Coast, rather pretty, quiet and its people typi-, cal of the kindly folk who form our generous country people. +
-One Sunday evening in June, 1944, found Prolixia (newly acquired and myself endeavouring to obtain a prepared meal in Bodalla after, +
-a long days travel by rail, and road from Nowra - long yet in very interesting scenery and winding through fine forests, grand spotted gums being particularly impressive as we averaged about 50 m p.h. between stops. +
-Darkness had about completely replaced the day as we snooped along the dimly lit street to find food waiting for us in a small store-cum-cafe.. These folk provided a real feed straight from the kitchen - eggs, toast, bacon etc. etc. with inevitable cup(s) of tea. +
-Very unbushwalker-like we slept in Bodalla Hotel in order to arise in' time for a possible lift per truck. Enquiries of our host the previous :evening. had resulted in an early approach to the milk truck driver, (during his breakfast), who could take us part of the +
-way. +
- After making:his aoquaintance and receiving consent to travel we returnod -to collect some bread, meat and other essentials and dumped thewbeeide his large VS truck. A much smaller trUok of older vintage. then, drew up and conversation with its owner changed our plans as he would be only too happy to take us right into NerrIgundah-;​ Thus, in typical style we were soon on our way in clear frosty ,Morning. +
-Our first real glimpse of the Tuross River came Shortly after +
- our departure, at the-.crossing:​below Eurobodalla and prior to ascending the range. The Tuross is typical of most coastal rivers, fairly wide, 1?Prdered by casuarinas an d.wide strips of gleaming sand wh14h. also beds the river making it shallow and Wider than +
- would be the case without this evidence Of man's destructiveness. +
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 +Bodalla, the source of some of our best cheese is 216 miles from Sydney on the South Coast, rather pretty, quiet and its people typical of the kindly folk who form our generous country people.
 +
 +One Sunday evening in June, 1944, found Prolixia (newly acquired) and myself endeavouring to obtain a prepared meal in Bodalla after a long days travel by rail, and road from Nowra - long yet in very interesting scenery and winding through fine forests, grand spotted gums being particularly impressive as we averaged about 50 m.p.h. between stops.
 +
 +Darkness had about completely replaced the day as we snooped along the dimly lit street to find food waiting for us in a small store-cum-cafe. These folk provided a real feed straight from the kitchen - eggs, toast, bacon etc. etc. with inevitable cup(s) of tea.
 +
 +Very unbushwalker-like we slept in Bodalla Hotel in order to arise in time for a possible lift per truck. Enquiries of our host the previous evening had resulted in an early approach to the milk truck driver, (during his breakfast), who could take us part of the way.
 +
 +After making his acquaintance and receiving consent to travel we returned to collect some bread, meat and other essentials and dumped them beside his large V8 truck. A much smaller truck of older vintage then drew up and conversation with its owner changed our plans as he would be only too happy to take us right into Nerrigundah. Thus, in typical style we were soon on our way in clear frosty morning.
 +
 +Our first real glimpse of the Tuross River came shortly after our departure, at the crossing below Eurobodalla and prior to ascending the range. The Tuross is typical of most coastal rivers, fairly wide, bordered by casuarinas and wide strips of gleaming sand which also beds the river making it shallow and wider than would be the case without this evidence Of man's destructiveness.
    
-LikeWis6,​400d-markS ​indicate that at times much water flows depositing ​it6:load?​ofilfand ​and debris high above normal river level, a'​rdatUre ​now unfortunately common to all rivers. +Likewise flood marks indicate that at times much water flows depositing ​its load of sand and debris high above normal river level, a feature ​now unfortunately common to all rivers. 
-However in the case of the Tuross the natural state of the river is met much closer to the coast than usual, this making thetrip much more pleasant. + 
-Nerrigundah is the remnants of a once very prosperous gold +However in the case of the Tuross the natural state of the river is met much closer to the coast than usual, this making the trip much more pleasant. 
- mining town deep in a valley over the ranges from Bodalla, but now only boastinga general store, shed and some few houses. The main objector ​interest is a fine statue of a policeman who was shot by bushranger my years ago.juad complete with carved story + 
-12. .7111151111..111. +Nerrigundah is the remnants of a once very prosperous gold mining town deep in a valley over the ranges from Bodalla, but now only boasting a general store, shed and some few houses. The main object of interest is a fine statue of a policeman who was shot by bushranger my years ago, and complete with carved story of the incident. One could scarcely imagine such tribute being paid to-day. 
-of the incident. One could scarcely imagine such tribute being paid to-day. + 
-The old truck made heavy but profitable work of the long climb to the top and then down the steep winding ​dqscent ​into Nerrigundah ​whore, with a, promiseto ​meet us the f011owing ​Friday on the road for the return trip to Bodalla, we farewelled our kind friend and,. his compAniOn6. We breakfasted by the clear, fast running Gulph Creek remarking on our good fortune in having covered 13 miles since daybreak yet with almost all day in front of us, and soaking the warmth of the sun, now well up, to remove our cold and stiffness. +The old truck made heavy but profitable work of the long climb to the top and then down the steep winding ​descent ​into Nerrigundah ​where, with a promise to meet us the following ​Friday on the road for the return trip to Bodalla, we farewelled our kind friend and his companions. We breakfasted by the clear, fast running Gulph Creek remarking on our good fortune in having covered 13 miles since daybreak yet with almost all day in front of us, and soaking the warmth of the sun, now well up, to remove our cold and stiffness. 
-From an old timer we learned that the creak had been thoroughly dredged well up into the hills but that much gold was still to be had. In fact right under our feet was a fortune in alluvial gold, but a dredge and anybody else could not get it as it was part of the roadway and council property. Many tales of the district could - and would - have been told by this old soul, but we had to press on, having duly admired his little bottle of pannings which is apparently ​Shown to all callers, complete with its history.+ 
 +From an old timer we learned that the creek had been thoroughly dredged well up into the hills but that much gold was still to be had. In fact right under our feet was a fortune in alluvial gold, but a dredge and anybody else could not get it as it was part of the roadway and council property. Many tales of the district could - and would - have been told by this old soul, but we had to press on, having duly admired his little bottle of pannings which is apparently ​shown to all callers, complete with its history. 
 The side road from Nerrigundah wound gradually down past Cadgee on the slopes bordering the Tuross, passing a few farms and finally petering out beyond a field of corn which seemed to have ripened solely for the benefit of some hundreds of cockatoos and galahs. For the remainder of that day the scenery was much the same, the river narrowing with hills and ridges closing in. The side road from Nerrigundah wound gradually down past Cadgee on the slopes bordering the Tuross, passing a few farms and finally petering out beyond a field of corn which seemed to have ripened solely for the benefit of some hundreds of cockatoos and galahs. For the remainder of that day the scenery was much the same, the river narrowing with hills and ridges closing in.
 +
 The second day found the river winding around the feet of ridges and with more numerous crossings by which we cut many corners. The second day found the river winding around the feet of ridges and with more numerous crossings by which we cut many corners.
-Late in the afternoon the remains of an old stamper battery and gold-mine wore found on a bend in the river, Utopia on the Map, but very little evidence is left, it having apparently suffered by weather, fire and the removal of parts. The old mine was some distance away so was not visited. We noted an old longabandoao-A roadmay fx om the workings winding up the side of the ridge, It was late afternoon and we decided to try it with a 
-view to cutting off some of the bends of the river. optimistically we kept to it till the Tuross seemed a long way dawn below, and in a panic we turned down towards it via a small creek bed with darkness rapidly approaching. Otir. reward Was a very awkward camp at the mouth of this tiny credit, som0.5 feet above the river and with no alte-rnati:​ve but to make the lest of a cold, damp, sloping, confined: ollew. This ecursion had lirOfit nd ue nothing so we kept to the river. 
-The following day, fine weather still prevailing and, as the reader :will have already guessed, we , not breaking any records, found the river: more interesting asit paeawd through tall fimber, comparatively decip outtlngs in the bills, shady oftellaVIAAEL,​ 
-mimIlee 4111.111111 
-sparkling pools and the '​ever'​ recurring pebbly '​crossings. Shortly the, first real sign of civilization-was noted in the form of a 14.911 made dirt road' following the river - and not on the map. In 
-"the Tictureaque .aurrOundingd,​ it was & welcome change to follow, 
-!.th giving. frequent glimPdeb of the delightful river bends shaded with tall trees and splashed with 'clean sandy. banks. As our-road cut a wide bend in the river and rose to '​negotiate the ridge we were rewarded With our, fist. glimpse of the Mountain Ranges east of Cooma, a_ near deep. green peak picturesquely placed in the 'scene a distant interest (and one which predominated the landscape for 
-' the following 2 days) through the winding gorge below and the sparkle. of the Tuross :threading its way in the lower foreground. ​ 
  
-The Ttiross. begins in the plateau on the ranges, flows through the ratUntaine ​andhere is still quite wide, swift 'flowing and crystaI'​olear-,this ,latter..a very neticable ​feature. It 'was evening and'​As. ​the banks were grassy below under the Casuarinas we decidedto campthe choiGest ​camp spot of the trip yith the merry sound Of water passingtver ​pebblesAt this spot the river fOrnled.,an "​S"​bend with the ridge behind us and 0. creamy curve of sand at theoppositebank. Here were surroundings from:which we had to tear ourselves away the following morning. +Late in the afternoon the remains of an old stamper battery and gold mine were found on a bend in the river, Utopia on the Map, but very little evidence is left, it having apparently suffered by weather, fire and the removal of parts. ​The old mine was some distance away so was not visitedWe noted an old long-abandoned roadway from the workings winding up the side of the ridge. It was late afternoon and we decided to try it with a view to cutting off some of the bends of the river. Optimistically we kept to it till the Tuross seemed a long way down below, and in a panic we turned down towards it via a small creek bed with darkness rapidly approaching. Orr reward was a very awkward camp at the mouth of this tiny creek, some 5 feet above the river and with no alternative but to make the best of a cold, damp, sloping, confined hollow. This excursion had profited us nothing so we kept to the river. 
-Clear .and bright the secondlast day ,dawned. Fed' tnd washed we reluctantly made for the Toad above.was not long f 'before the landscape changed completely as we rounded a bend and beheld through a: ,thin curtain oftrees undulating grass-covered country, ​obviOudly. ​a large. pioperty. All hills and ridges were left tree covered, presenting ​a_deep ​green :soft -woolly appearance ​aa-were many of the slopes. + 
-Passing througha gateway the road tontinued, winding ​' ​over the' gradsy ​slopes' ​and to a fart house,' ​to which this roadpftvided Vehieular ​access -I think also for strategic::purposecd,-.as itwas in excellent repair throughout. It was our goodfortitne ​to be hailed by a utility truck driver who took -.us the remaining few hundred yards to the house, which proved to be the station manager'​ s home. The station, ​Bpllowrie, 20,000 acres of marvel- -! lous countryis _surely ​in the finest setting to be ,found, +The following day, fine weather still prevailing and, as the reader will have already guessed, we, not breaking any records, found the river more interesting as it passed through tall timber, comparatively deep cuttings in the hills, shady casuarinas, sparkling pools and the ever recurring pebbly crossings. Shortly the first real sign of civilization was noted in the form of a well made dirt road following the river - and not on the map. In the picturesque surroundings it was a welcome change to follow, giving frequent glimpses of the delightful river bends shaded with tall trees and splashed with clean sandy.banks. As our road cut a wide bend in the river and rose to negotiate the ridge we were rewarded with our first glimpse of the Mountain Ranges east of Cooma, a near deep green peak picturesquely placed in the scene as a distant interest (and one which predominated the landscape for the following 2 days) through the winding gorge below and the sparkle of the Tuross threading its way in the lower foreground.  
-surrounded by high.:hills 'and mountains, part of -Which ​are within the boundary,' ​the green slopes stretchingalong-the Throes ​and side creeks, between wooded hills and extending over the ridges beyond eyesight. The station homestead ​ad-ilarnewhere ​to the North about 6 miles away. - + 
-, SuPely ​few men are rewarded with such fine surroundings as those here, and the innumerable Hereford cattle raised thereon. ​'I wish I was a Hereford "​cattle"​. +The Tuross ​begins in the plateau on the ranges, flows through the mountains ​and here is still quite wide, swift flowing and crystal clear, this latter a very noticeable ​feature. It was evening and as the banks were grassy below under the Casuarinas we decided to camp- the choicest ​camp spot of the trip with the merry sound of water passing over pebblesAt this spot the river formed ​an "​S"​ bend with the ridge behind us and creamy curve of sand at the opposite bank. Here were surroundings from which we had to tear ourselves away the following morning. 
- . + 
-.  ​Permission to camp by the river was readily given, and like- +Clear and bright the second last day dawned. Fed and washed we reluctantly made for the road above. ​It was not long before the landscape changed completely as we rounded a bend and beheld through a thin curtain of trees undulating grass-covered country, ​obviously ​a large property. All hills and ridges were left tree covered, presenting ​a deep green soft woolly appearance, as were many of the slopes. 
-' W...ise ​to 'spend the afternoon climbing the nearby mountain one of those 0,4. the, prope3:​..ty.. Th..e,lpng.. climb'beret :partof 1,000 feet - ws r47.-..v rOir'​ded ​by a w lQrful ano ama o the stat ion + 
-+Passing through a gateway the road continued, winding over the grassy ​slopes and to a farm house, to which this road provided vehicular ​access - I think also for strategic ​purposes, as it was in excellent repair throughout. It was our good fortune ​to be hailed by a utility truck driver who took us the remaining few hundred yards to the house, which proved to be the station manager'​s home. The station, ​Bellowrie, 20,000 acres of marvellous ​country is surely ​in the finest setting to be found, surrounded by high hills and mountains, part of which are within the boundary, the green slopes stretching along the Tuross ​and side creeks, between wooded hills and extending over the ridges beyond eyesight. The station homestead ​was somewhere ​to the North about 6 miles away. 
-pattern below. To the South and 'Easterly ​'the Tuross and country beyond, whilst to the West, South and North the Mountain ranges were outlined against the afternoon sky. Some peaks are near the 5,000 ft. mark and to the North West Bald Mountain stood out boldly. Below and to the West the Tuross River disappeared in a desep gorge and was lost in the Mountains.. Lining the river and dotted about, the gums had a lovely rounded shape more like Engl.. ​trees than Australian. This rare spot will live long in our memories. + 
-Next morning we leftvery early in order to make our truck of th first day and hence Nerrigundah,​ 15,miles' ​away, by 4 p m., not relishing the extra 13 miles to Bodalla in one day. The morning at BellowriP ​was cold, crisp and beautiful. Mists rising from the lowlandd ​against the sun, grass beaded with dew drops and ourselves emitting ​minature ​mists at every breath. Just before leaving we enjoyed a fine sight and sound - of milling young cattle being rounded' ​up'by '​clogs ​and man on-horseback in the early morningaun ana mist. All participants ​'seemed equally fresh and full of le8.1.thy'​vigour. All this and yet to-morrow we Were to be speedias ​back to Sydney. +Surely ​few men are rewarded with such fine surroundings as those here, and the innumerable Hereford cattle raised thereon. I wish I was a Hereford "​cattle"​. 
-With the sound of activity behind we were about to leave thestation ​When a movement caught our eye. + 
--r suppose such things are necessary, but the sight of a golden ​fbx in ,a trap was just too muCh fOrlue ​and the joy which was oursWas' ​immediately forgotten as We went to its assistance, a wild*creature'struggling againststeel jaws. The unfortunate animal hadapparently been there for some time, its front leg snapped clean near the "​elbow"​ and held by the tough skin, by which it had circled the trap in its frenzy to escape. A groundsheetufficed ​to hold andhide ​him while I out through the skin.. To open "the trap was almost ​impogaible ​and in' ​any case unwise as. fokbOtbeth ​are very zharp, and the ,trapped portion of leg quiteuseless ​- +Permission to camp by the river was readily given, and likewise ​to spend the afternoon climbing the nearby mountain ​one of those on the propertyThe long climb - best part of 1,000 feet - was rewarded ​by a wonderful panorama of the station ​pattern below. To the South and Easterly the Tuross and country beyond, whilst to the West, South and North the Mountain ranges were outlined against the afternoon sky. Some peaks are near the 5,000 ft. mark and to the North West Bald Mountain stood out boldly. Below and to the West the Tuross River disappeared in a deep gorge and was lost in the Mountains. Lining the river and dotted about, the gums had a lovely rounded shape more like English ​trees than Australian. This rare spot will live long in our memories. 
-Released and uncovered the fox seemed non-plussed,​ then limped ​qUickly ​some 10 yards, stopped, looked back at us as thoUgh ​in thanks and quickly disappeared. + 
-The road by which we arrived was followed to Belimbla Creek and'over a flood bridge. Up and up following the ridge to the top -of thPhwooded ​range the road led us, till at last, the crest reached', we were able to look back on the scene of the previous6ayourAnotntain ​easily visible against the main ranges behind. +Next morning we left very early in order to make our truck of the first day and hence Nerrigundah,​ 15 miles away, by 4 p.m., not relishing the extra 13 miles to Bodalla in one day. The morning at Bellowrie ​was cold, crisp and beautiful. Mists rising from the lowlands ​against the sun, grass beaded with dew drops and ourselves emitting ​miniature ​mists at every breath. Just before leaving we enjoyed a fine sight and sound - of milling young cattle being rounded up by dogs and man on horseback in the early morning sun and mist. All participants seemed equally fresh and full of healthy ​vigour. All this and yet to-morrow we were to be speeding ​back to Sydney. 
-For some miles thA road gave us changing glimpses of this cone as the afternoon sun moved down from its zenith. Occasionally to the East the distant coast and ocean stretched for miles to either hand with the huge double hump of Mount Dromedary, 2,700 ft. dominating and hiding part of the coast line. In the centre distance we could see Montague Island and its white light- + 
-house bathed in sunshine. +With the sound of activity behind we were about to leave the station ​when a movement caught our eye. 
-The :trees up here are grand specimens, especially those pass91 ​towards and on the descent to Nerrigundah,​ the golden light and 1.,​)n: ​shadows from the lowering sun 'adding their beauty.+ 
 +suppose such things are necessary, but the sight of a golden ​fox in a trap was just too much for us and the joy which was ours was immediately forgotten as we went to its assistance, a wild creature struggling against steel jaws. The unfortunate animal had apparently been there for some time, its front leg snapped clean near the "​elbow"​ and held by the tough skin, by which it had circled the trap in its frenzy to escape. A groundsheet sufficed ​to hold and hide him while I cut through the skin. To open the trap was almost ​impossible ​and in any case unwise as foxes teeth are very sharp, and the trapped portion of leg quite useless
 + 
 +Released and uncovered the fox seemed non-plussed,​ then limped ​quickly ​some 10 yards, stopped, looked back at us as though ​in thanks and quickly disappeared. 
 + 
 +The road by which we arrived was followed to Belimbla Creek and over a flood bridge. Up and up following the ridge to the top of the wooded ​range the road led us, till at last, the crest reached, we were able to look back on the scene of the previous dayour mountain ​easily visible against the main ranges behind. 
 + 
 +For some miles the road gave us changing glimpses of this scene as the afternoon sun moved down from its zenith. Occasionally to the East the distant coast and ocean stretched for miles to either hand with the huge double hump of Mount Dromedary, 2,700 ft. dominating and hiding part of the coast line. In the centre distance we could see Montague Island and its white lighthouse ​bathed in sunshine. 
 + 
 +The trees up here are grand specimens, especially those passed ​towards and on the descent to Nerrigundah,​ the golden light and long shadows from the lowering sun adding their beauty. 
 Suddenly we came upon our truck while still on the mountain top, and seeing no-one about decided to keep on and enjoy what remained of the day. A mile or two farther we were picked up and safely installed in the rear of the old "​chev"​ under groundsheets and sacks to keep out the cold which grew more bitter as the pace increased and evening approached. Suddenly we came upon our truck while still on the mountain top, and seeing no-one about decided to keep on and enjoy what remained of the day. A mile or two farther we were picked up and safely installed in the rear of the old "​chev"​ under groundsheets and sacks to keep out the cold which grew more bitter as the pace increased and evening approached.
-Soon we dropped down into Nerrigundah - which is well nigh ringed with mountains - and thence, after farewelling some of the - crew, back to Bodalla at dusk to thank our good friend for his kindness 'His occupation'​ was distilling essential eucalypt oils back in the hills wherd we saw his truck. 
-On a rise in and overlooking Bodalla, under huge trees and on an old laafcOvered road which showed ag a gap through the trees we camped the, night and arose early to be sure of catching the. mail coach' which leaves about 8 a m. 
-True to form the locals had learned of our venture as several '​enquired of'​our'​trip "up the river"​. - 
-owing the larder to be bare at home we invadeA t1 e. local butcher for a round,​or-beef,​. redeiving a choice and large sp-epimen. Coupcins were returned -with a flourish and suggestion thatwe,ni, t need them later. Oh, for a country life:: 
-The coach duly arrived leaving us no time to examine the village and so to Sydney, meeting rain at Wollongong. Luck had been ours as the weather held, out perfectly to the last day, though wet in Sydney most of the weekl,to the surprise of the Roptimists"​._. 
  
-==== First Descent ​of Clear Hill ====+Soon we dropped down into Nerrigundah - which is well nigh ringed with mountains - and thence, after farewelling some of the crew, back to Bodalla at dusk to thank our good friend for his kindness. His occupation was distilling essential eucalypt oils back in the hills where we saw his truck.
  
-By Frank Duncan+On a rise in and overlooking Bodalla, under huge trees and on an old leaf covered road which showed as a gap through the trees we camped the night and arose early to be sure of catching the mail coach which leaves about 8 a.m.
  
-Reprinted from Sydney Bushwalker Annual, April, l934+True to form the locals had learned of our venture as several enquired of our trip "up the river"​.
  
-Editorial Note: Clear Hill is taken for granted by present-day bushwalkers and few even stop to ponder that it was once real bushwalking problem. At the beginning ​of 1928, the cliffs of Narrow Neck_were an unconquered challenge to bushwalkers, with Nellies Glen and the Devils Hole (well-marked tourist track then) the only entry to the Megalong, ​and the Megalong the only passage to the Wild Dogs and Coxs.+Knowing the larder to be bare at home we invaded the local butcher ​for a round of beefreceiving a choice and large specimen. Coupons were returned ​with a flourish ​and suggestion that we might need them laterOh, for a country life!
  
-At Easter 1928, the trip herein described was executed, after unsuccessful attempts by Myles Dunphy ​and othersaided by rope and pitonsPerhaps it is one of the examples ​of bushwalking cussedness that the first descent should be the furthest and toughestwhilst nearer and perhaps more accessible routes - Red Ledge Trail, Mitchells Creek, Dunphys Pass and Carlon Head came after the furthest out!+The coach duly arrived leaving us no time to examine ​the village ​and so to Sydneymeeting rain at WollongongLuck had been ours as the weather held out perfectly to the last day, though wet in Sydney most of the weekto the surprise of the "​optimists"​.
  
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 +
 +=====First Descent of Clear Hill=====
 +
 +By Frank Duncan. ​
 +
 +====Reprinted from Sydney Bushwalker Annual, April, l934====
 +
 +__Editorial Note__: Clear Hill is taken for granted by present-day bushwalkers and few even stop to ponder that it was once a real bushwalking problem. At the beginning of 1928, the cliffs of Narrow Neck were an unconquered challenge to bushwalkers,​ with Nellies Glen and the Devils Hole (a well-marked tourist track then) the only entry to the Megalong, and the Megalong the only passage to the Wild Dogs and Cox.
 +
 +At Easter, 1928, the trip herein described was executed, after unsuccessful attempts by Myles Dunphy and others, aided by rope and pitons. Perhaps it is one of the examples of bushwalking cussedness that the first descent should be the furthest and toughest, whilst nearer and perhaps more accessible routes - Red Ledge Trail, Mitchells Creek, Dunphys Pass and Carlon Head came after the furthest out!
  
-Note:- In other countries people make first ascents. In Australia, which is a topsy-turvy country, ​We make first descents ​instead.+Note:- In other countries people make first __ascents__. In Australia, which is a topsy-turvy country, ​we make first __descents__ ​instead.
  
-One of the first long weekend ​walks undertaken by my wife and myself after arriving in Sydney was down Nellies Glen, through the Megalong Valley past the Woolshed, and down Black Jerrys Ridge to the Coxs River.+One of the first long week-end ​walks undertaken by my wife and myself after arriving in Sydney was down Nellies Glen, through the Megalong Valley past the Woolshed, and down Black Jerrys Ridge to the Coxs River.
  
 The chief features through the greater length of this route are the impressive bluffs, ridges and precipices of the Narrow Neck, or Clear Hill, Plateau. I well remember comparing it with the plateaux which figure so often in the tales of Rider Haggard, plateaux which usually have but one way of access, and this very difficult, and whereon are found the most weird and wonderful of ancient civilisations. The chief features through the greater length of this route are the impressive bluffs, ridges and precipices of the Narrow Neck, or Clear Hill, Plateau. I well remember comparing it with the plateaux which figure so often in the tales of Rider Haggard, plateaux which usually have but one way of access, and this very difficult, and whereon are found the most weird and wonderful of ancient civilisations.
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 Later, in June, 1928 we joined a popular Bush Walker trip to Clear Hill, at the end of this six-mile long plateau. On the way out we mentioned to some of the party our ambition to pioneer a route to the Coxs via the end of Clear Hill. And, as we arrived at our camping spot at Glen Raphael early, we set off for an evening exploration of the possibilities of a descent of the cliffs, feeling delightfully light and fresh without our heavy packs. A short time found us at the very end of Clear Hill, perched up in the air with cliffs on three sides of us, and a fine clear view, one of the best I have seen in New South Wales, of bush-clad ridges in every direction. Tortuous valleys at our feet wound away in the distance but most striking of all was the feeling of airy lightness and detachment, and freedom from the petty cares of everyday life. Later, in June, 1928 we joined a popular Bush Walker trip to Clear Hill, at the end of this six-mile long plateau. On the way out we mentioned to some of the party our ambition to pioneer a route to the Coxs via the end of Clear Hill. And, as we arrived at our camping spot at Glen Raphael early, we set off for an evening exploration of the possibilities of a descent of the cliffs, feeling delightfully light and fresh without our heavy packs. A short time found us at the very end of Clear Hill, perched up in the air with cliffs on three sides of us, and a fine clear view, one of the best I have seen in New South Wales, of bush-clad ridges in every direction. Tortuous valleys at our feet wound away in the distance but most striking of all was the feeling of airy lightness and detachment, and freedom from the petty cares of everyday life.
  
-A photo or two were taken, and then the search began. Soon our efforts were rewarded, and we climbed down the gully to the west of the southernmost point of the hill. The descent was in the form of steps or ledges extending in the direction of Mount Mouin. After repeated deviations and retracing of our stepswe came to a sheer cliff within fifty feet of the bush-clad foothills below.+A photo or two were taken, and then the search began. Soon our efforts were rewarded, and we climbed down the gully to the west of the southernmost point of the hill. The descent was in the form of steps or ledges extending in the direction of Mount Mouin. After repeated deviations and retracing of our stepswe came to a sheer cliff within fifty feet of the bush-clad foothills below.
  
 These last fifty feet were the only serious difficulty of the descent, but even here it was not long before three of us, E. Austen, J. Debert and myself had climbed down a chimney-like crack and solved with a shout of pride the descent of Clear Hill. These last fifty feet were the only serious difficulty of the descent, but even here it was not long before three of us, E. Austen, J. Debert and myself had climbed down a chimney-like crack and solved with a shout of pride the descent of Clear Hill.
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-Christa Calnan and Norma Barden held their own private annual re-union at Blue Gum. Norma came back with a stiff Jaw - and Christa with a stiff ear:+Christa Calnan and Norma Barden held their own private annual re-union at Blue Gum. Norma came back with a stiff jaw - and Christa with a stiff ear!
  
-A letter from John Hunter was full of the resounding:names of +A letter from John Hunter was full of the resounding names of New Zealand -- he seems to do his tramping at heights where Kosciusko ​leaves ​off!
-New Zealand -- he, GQC.1710 ​to A.0 hi a trmmpiikg i;ut b&Aghta whara Z00-01.i"​ +
-ugko leaves ​offL+
  
-===== CHRISTMAS IS A LOATHSOME THING. =====+----
  
-by Ray Kirkby,+=====Christmas is a Loathsome Thing.===== 
 + 
 +by Ray Kirkby
 + 
 +"Sweet Teviot! on thy silver tide\\ 
 +The glaring bale-fires blaze no more..."​ 
 + 
 +(Any connection between the subject and this quotation is entirely coincidental.) 
 + 
 +ThisI believe, is a Xmas Number. Pardon me while I shudder - I hate Xmas. What happens? All the year your mother-in-law has been brow-beating you, has been domineering her daughter instead of letting you do it, spoiling the baby and leaving as soon as it starts to play up, getting coupons out of you, cadging your smokes, drinking your beer and then on Xmas morning she turns up and has the "​hide"​ to say "Merry Xmas" to you - right to your face too - which is of course an impossibility from the moment she puts in an appearance although she does try not to be openly sarcastic - and partly succeeds - but makes more veiled and subtle sallies instead. Then the next day she resumes her habitual nastiness perhaps even at a minute past twelve midnight if you should have the misfortune to have her with you still, which is most unlikely as her presence during the day has so enraged you that you eat and drink all sorts of awful combinations which are calculated to certainly (and I'm splitting the infinitive on purpose) to certainly make you ill early in the evening so that you have to go to bed or if this little plan doesn'​t work you invent a pain anyway. 
 + 
 +So you see this good-will-to-men stunt is very overdone and I think that if a person cannot bear me good will all the year round then I'll risk not having it on Xmas Day and stay indoors all day and not issue forth until Boxing Day so that he cannot do me any hurt, more than usual. And as the reaction sets in on Boxing Day during which day and the following 363 days and 364 days in a leap year one can hate one's neighbour at leisure I intend to have my reaction now before the good will sets in for if the whole world were affected by good will simultaneously the effect would be so maddeningly and monotonously sweet and idyllic that one would wonder whether one were in Russia, or, on an official walk composed entirely of prospectives.
  
-"Sweet Teviot: on thy silver tide 
-The glaring bale-fires blaze no more  
-(Any conn014.07a between the subject and this quotation- is entirely ooinc.L.dental.) 
-This, I believe, is a Xmas Number. Pardon me while I shudder - I hate Xmas. What happens? All the year your mother-in-law has been brow-beating you, has been domineering her daughter instead of s letting you do it, spoiling the baby and leaving as soon as it startg - to play up, getting coupons out of you, cadging your smokes, dr1n1-6 your beer and then on Xmas morning he turns up and has the "hide4 to say "Merry Xmas" to you - right to your face to6- Which id of course an impossibility from the moment she puts in an appearance although she does try not to be openly sarcastic - and partly succeeds - but makes more veiled and subtle sallies instead, Then the next day she restimes her habitual nastiness perhaps even at a minute past twelve midnight if you should have the misfortune to have her with you still, which ism6st unlikely a. presence during the day has so enraged you thatyou eat and drink all sorts of awful combinations whioh are calculated to certainly ,(and I'm splitting the infinitive on purpose) to certainly make you ill early in the evening zo that you have to go to bed or if this little plan doesn'​t work you invent a pain anyway. 
-So you see this good-will-to=nien stunt is very overdone and think that if a person cannot bear me good will all the year round then I'll risk not having it on Xmas Day and stay indoors all day and not issue forth until Boxing Day so that he cannot do me any hurt, more than usual. And as the reaction sets in on Boxing Day during whict day and the following 363 days and 364 days in a leap year one can hate one's neighbour at leisure I intend to have my reaction now fore the good will sets in for if the whole world were affected by guod will aimu1ti34,​141.0usly the effect would be so maddeningly and mano tonoualy sweet and idyllic that one would wonder vlasth er one were in Russia, or, on an ofri01441 walk 4,​-0=p:​reed-AntAre- ly of prospectives. 
 My motto therefore is, "Have a bite for Xmas - out of your neighbour."​ My motto therefore is, "Have a bite for Xmas - out of your neighbour."​
-But on looking around for something to bite, I find it is not easy. Everything has its uses - "Sweet are the uses of advsraity."​ Strikes give the strikers a holiday and the slums impa3.-1 a feeling of wellbeing to the affluent. In our club the critical faculty _AB even more taxed. Unieba I can think of somo deficiency in ten minutes this article is finished, SeVon . Eight eo* Nine Ah, yes. 
-77a1s committee Seems to have sol*Te d. the difficulty of the 
-_:​_narity'​ms43t1_nsm whlph noca to 000ur 011 gen, l-al maGting 
-rs look like the-arch when the builder'​s have got to the middle 
-4re. a bit doubtful whether the law of gravity can stand much 
-of it. Or like a ruined Roman aquedudt. They are not sure 
-4ther'​they want to be bipeds or quadrupeds, whether they are going 
-pin their faith to creation or evolution. Of course they are Jimo-et inaudible for as they descend in a shrinking oUrve they mu leak down lest they take a bite out of the permanent Wave in tront or smash their teeth on the chairs* 
-Chairs? What, Chairs'?​ I am not going to digress on the people who lean on the furniture as they speak. This ha9it is so prevalent that it is doubtfill if it will ever be eradicated. Indeed it might be A kindness to invent a modern, up-to-date "​leaner"​ which oould be passed aroilnd to speakert. One would need a oushioned part to lean against gith hand relate for the tired arms, also a ..... whatts that? You cantt hrqlr? Well; 1111 try both nostrils and see if that le any better 
-.........- 
-A REVIEW OF lAUSTRALIAN WILD LIFE" - JOURNAL OF THE WILD E pR T 0 SO I 0 
-Alex Colley. 
-This Journal is a most comprehensive review of conservation activities of recent years; and it is gratifying to note that is oget much of its inspiration to members of the Society who are Club members. _The Editor-is our past president; David Stead. '​Dorothy Lawry is. a member of the Council; ecd Doris E. Stead Adsistant Secretary. And HOn. Treasurer;. 
-The first part of the Journal is the report of the Society for the years 1939-1945. The report covers the main conservation projects of recent years* All Club members could learn much of conservation from it and the newer members in particular might be surprised to learn how,​much,​conservation work has been done by the 
-.Items of particular interest t_o_Bush Walkers are the 
-. sections on Era Lands,. Garawarra, 'Grose River, The Greater Blue llountains National Park, Kosciusko State Park and Warra Reserve. 
-The sections on; Flora and Fauna preservation raise many issues which have not perhaps received the attention they deserve from our move- 
-., -ment;:​but,​I was :rather disappointed to find that no mention is made of. the Wild Flower petition organised by Rae Birt. 
-The brief section on National Parks in Victoria quotes a most revealing report by Mr. G. Campbell. He states that "​Wilsonts Promontory, for ten years or molie, has been leased to cattle grazlersfor about 300 per annum, burned from top to toe under alleged control and is no longer a "​national park" but a national pasturage - and a podrLiooking one at that .... The place lies uin ruinst all for a matter of 300 per annum."​ I hope the Kosciusko Trustees ar awarP of thin. 
-The rest of the Journal - 39 pages - s devoted to "The Tragic 
-nights. But has the millenium arrived? Not sir. It may have around the corner but ithas unfortunately'​ been beaten up, bash garotted. One expects sweet interchange of voices now a soprah now a basso, the violins answering the trumpets, the nightingale a then the jackdaw. One expects. 
-I cannot hope to describe all our types of speakers nor shall I attempt to 'do so. There may, for example have been lots of inaudible speakers at various tires but, of course, I haven'​t heard ,them. The man ,standing up may have been looking for a friend or he may have been trying to get a cramp' out of his leg far all I know. 
-.There is a type, of person who sits in practically the front. row and directs himself to the President (quite rightly) but,in such a confidential tone that scarcely anyone else can hear. This is wicked waste of time as the President has to repeat the whole think. Such person should at least give credit where credit is due and address the chair something like this. "Mr. President, would you be so kind as to do me a delayed broadcast on your network?"​ 
  
-Of the distracting mannerisms of the '​1etiie ​only one. he puts her hands on her hips. You being a mere male hear something like this. "​Therefore I think that lighting fires in +But on looking around for something to bite, I find it is not easy. Everything has its uses - "Sweet are the uses of adversity."​ Strikes give the strikers a holiday and the slums impart a feeling of wellbeing to the affluent. In our club the critical faculty is even more taxed. Unless I can think of some deficiency in ten minutes this article is finished. Seven... Eight... Nine... Ah, yes. 
-the open she has got rather nice hips  I. remember now on that last walk- when she was in that neat pairof shortgAlow'​mice ​she looked ..mmmmthmmmmm; ​I don't think she has any attachments All those in favour say "​Aye"​. You lookaround. Wildlywandwr ​what it is all about,'​SaY ​"ASI.e" and for all 3i'ou knOW you may be voting for your own expulsion. + 
- +This committee seems to have solved the difficulty of the minority meetings which used to occur on general meeting nights. But has the millenium arrived? No! sir. It may have been around the corner but it has unfortunately been beaten up, bashed, garotted. One expects sweet interchange of voices now a soprano, now a basso, the violins answering the trumpets, the nightingale a then the jackdaw. One expects. 
-During a debate a "​murmurer"​ will suddenlyshoot a remark at someone a tew seats away. This perSon ​will feel'it inCUMbent ​on him to reply and everyone ​withinearshot ​will soon teinthe-fraywith the circle of."​murmurers"​zetting ​larger.. Only the originalspeaker knows the originalremark ​but eadh Succedsiire'​hearer ​disttorts ​theargument until finally, nutherous, ​small soriMmages'​on different subjects are going on in differentparts of-the meeting. Sometimes they dIea natural death but often they linger+ 
-one debater having been worsted ​'​In ​his argument ​Calls Tor4roisrout ​of spite. ​' -  +I cannot hope to describe all our types of speakers nor shall I attempt to do so. There may, for example, have been lots of inaudible speakers at various times but, of course, I haven'​t heard them. The man standing up may have been looking for a friend or he may have been trying to get a cramp out of his leg for all I know. 
-One type of speaker could be calledthe"​parabola"​ becausethis is the shape he finally assumed. He or 'she seems:to' ​be '​Suffering ​from curvature of the spine. But it could be a'dozen oranges, a baked rabbit and a halfknitted ​comforter in the This speaker catches the president'​s eye when he (the speaker) has his body at about45 degrees to the flOor. As he prooeeds ​the becomes more and more Acute Until finally,upon sitting down, he 'almost apologises to his Stomach ​for putting his face into. it: have 'often wondered how they build brick'arches. Do they stick_ ​the bricks on to one another with less and less underneath hoping ​,all the time that they will stay up long enough ​far something to + 
-' ​be propped up-under the other side? ,Well, if they do, these +There is a type of person who sits in practically the front row and directs himself to the President (quite rightly) but in such a confidential tone that scarcely anyone else can hear. This is wicked waste of time as the President has to repeat the whole thing. Such person should at least give credit where credit is due and address the chair something like this. "Mr. President, would you be so kind as to do me a delayed broadcast on your network?"​ 
-21.. + 
-Story of National Park" by David G. Stead, who was an Honorary Member of the This it a harrowing account contrasting pious "​confessions of faith" by the Park Trust with actions in direct contradiction. The chronicle of despoliation is full of useful data, but I feel that the emphasis is misplaced in two directions. Firstly I think that the main fault of the Trust is one of omission. The Trust has taken no effective steps to controlfires. If a fraction of the money spent on laevelopment" and road work had been used to metal an efficient fire control service the park would not today be such a sorry waste of scribbly dead limbs and nfeatherduster" trees. ​Ome fire does more damage to the flora and fauna than 50 years of "​development"​. I was flattered to find that Mr. Stead had used a cutting I made from the S.M.H. as his main line of argument, but at the same time I feel convinced that the disappearance of so much of the park's flora and fauna, for which he blames the actions of the Trust, is really due to its lack of action regarding fires. In the second-place I think he fails to appreciate that the park-is there to be enjoyed by the people: and, since it is on the edge of a city of nearly l million ​pecple ​it must cater for 'thousands of visitors weekly. Roads are necessary for the majority and cleared picnic grounds and other amenities a necessity. Unless we are to be voices crying, literally, in thewilderness, we must take account of these facts. It is also a pity that Mr. Stead does not carry the argument to a conclusion as regards what action conservationists should take. Should they ask, for example, that-trustees be appointed to represent them? should ​they petition for a new Parliamentary Charter? Should they just go on protesting, as they have for the last 50 years? These and other possible lines of action require careful consideration before any effective action can betaken. The matters I have raised, however, are secondary to what I interpret as his main thesis that what the Trust should provide is not sporting facilities, ​'or cleared recreation areas, but bushldnd ​in its natural state. With this I agree wholeheartedly. +Of the distracting mannerisms of the hands let us choose ​only one. She puts her hands on her hips. You being a mere male hear something like this. "​Therefore I think that lighting fires in the open ... she has got rather nice hips ... I remember now on that last walk-when she was in that neat pair of shorts how nice she looked ... mmmmmmmmm, ​I don't think she has any attachments... All those in favour say "​Aye"​. You look around ​wildly, wonder ​what it is all about, ​say "Aye" and for all you know you may be voting for your own expulsion. 
-The Journal is obtainable from the Wild Lire Preservation Society, ​Scienoe ​House, Gloucester Street, Sydney, for 1/3 plus + 
-postage.,+During a debate a "​murmurer"​ will suddenly shoot a remark at someone a few seats away. This person ​will feel it incumbent ​on him to reply and everyone ​within earshot ​will soon be in the fray with the circle of "​murmurers" ​getting ​larger. Only the original speaker knows the original remark ​but each successive ​hearer ​distorts ​the argument until finally ​numerous ​small scrimmages ​on different subjects are going on in different parts of the meeting. Sometimes they die a natural death but often they linger ​until one debater having been worsted ​in his argument ​calls for order out of spite. 
 + 
 +One type of speaker could be called the "​parabola"​ because this is the shape he finally assumed. He or she seems to be suffering ​from curvature of the spine. But it could be a dozen oranges, a baked rabbit and a half-knitted ​comforter in the lap. This speaker catches the president'​s eye when he (the speaker) has his body at about 45 degrees to the floor. As he proceeds ​the angle becomes more and more acute until finally, upon sitting down, he almost apologises to his stomach ​for putting his face into ithave often wondered how they build brick arches. Do they stick the bricks on to one another with less and less underneath hoping all the time that they will stay up long enough ​for something to be propped up under the other side? Well, if they do, these speakers look like the arch when the builder'​s have got to the middle but are a bit doubtful whether the law of gravity can stand much more of it. Or like a ruined Roman aqueduct. They are not sure whether they want to be bipeds or quadrupeds, whether they are going to pin their faith to creation or evolution. Of course they are almost inaudible for as they descend in a shrinking curve they must look down lest they take a bite out of the permanent wave in front or smash their teeth on the chairs. 
 + 
 +Chairs? What, chairs? I am not going to digress on the people who lean on the furniture as they speakThis habit is so prevalent that it is doubtful if it will ever be eradicated. Indeed it might be a kindness to invent a modern, up-to-date "​leaner"​ which could be passed around to speakers. One would need a cushioned part to lean against with hand rests for the tired arms, also a ..... what's that? You can't hear? Well, I'll try both nostrils and see if that is any better
 + 
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 + 
 +=====A Review of "​Australian Wild Life" - Journal of the Wild Life Preservation Society of Australia.===== 
 + 
 +By Alex Colley. 
 + 
 +This Journal is a most comprehensive review of conservation activities of recent years, and it is gratifying to note that it owes much of its inspiration to members of the Society who are Club members. The Editor is our past president, David Stead. Dorothy Lawry is a member of the Council, and Doris E. Stead Assistant Secretary and Hon. Treasurer. 
 + 
 +The first part of the Journal is the report of the Society for the years 1939-1945. The report covers the main conservation projects of recent years. All Club members could learn much of conservation from it and the newer members in particular might be surprised to learn how much conservation work has been done by the S.B.W. Items of particular interest to Bush Walkers are the sections on Era Lands, Garrawarra, Grose River, The Greater Blue Mountains National Park, Kosciusko State Park and Warra Reserve. The sections on Flora and Fauna preservation raise many issues which have not perhaps received the attention they deserve from our movement, but I was rather disappointed to find that no mention is made of the Wild Flower petition organised by Rae Birt. 
 + 
 +The brief section on National Parks in Victoria quotes a most revealing report by Mr. G. Campbell. He states that "​Wilson'​s Promontory, for ten years or more, has been leased to cattle graziers for about £300 per annum, burned from top to toe under alleged control and is no longer a "​national park" but a national pasturage - and a poor-looking one at that.... The place lies "in ruins" ... all for a matter of £300 per annum."​ I hope the Kosciusko Trustees are aware of this. 
 + 
 +The rest of the Journal - 39 pages - s devoted to "The Tragic ​Story of National Park" by David G. Stead, who was an Honorary Member of the [illegible]. ​This it a harrowing account contrasting pious "​confessions of faith" by the Park Trust with actions in direct contradiction. The chronicle of despoliation is full of useful data, but I feel that the emphasis is misplaced in two directions. Firstly I think that the main fault of the Trust is one of omission. The Trust has taken no effective steps to control fires. If a fraction of the money spent on "​development" and road work had been used to install ​an efficient fire control service the park would not today be such a sorry waste of scribbly dead limbs and "​feather-duster" trees. ​One fire does more damage to the flora and fauna than 50 years of "​development"​. I was flattered to find that Mr. Stead had used a cutting I made from the S.M.H. as his main line of argument, but at the same time I feel convinced that the disappearance of so much of the park's flora and fauna, for which he blames the actions of the Trust, is really due to its lack of action regarding fires. In the second place I think he fails to appreciate that the park is there to be enjoyed by the people: and, since it is on the edge of a city of nearly l 1/2 million ​people ​it must cater for thousands of visitors weekly. Roads are necessary for the majority and cleared picnic grounds and other amenities a necessity. Unless we are to be voices crying, literally, in the wilderness, we must take account of these facts. It is also a pity that Mr. Stead does not carry the argument to a conclusion as regards what action conservationists should take. Should they ask, for example, that trustees be appointed to represent them? Should ​they petition for a new Parliamentary Charter? Should they just go on protesting, as they have for the last 50 years? These and other possible lines of action require careful consideration before any effective action can be taken. The matters I have raised, however, are secondary to what I interpret as his main thesis ​that what the Trust should provide is not sporting facilities, or cleared recreation areas, but bushland ​in its natural state. With this I agree wholeheartedly. 
 + 
 +The Journal is obtainable from the Wild Life Preservation Society, ​Science ​House, Gloucester Street, Sydney, for 1/3 plus postage. 
 + 
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 + 
 +Peggy Bransdon claims a near record for an official walkon which she had thirteen members and two prospectives! No, No! -- it's not the numbers that tickles us, but the fact that none of the members got lost. 
 + 
 +It would seem, too, that one of the Club's Respectable Bachelors has a most convenient set-up, in that he was to co-tent with two of the Club's Loveliest Ladies (this is all from hearsay, and I can't guarantee verification on every point). However the competition was too keen -- aren't some women fickle? (Or maybe men are cads?). 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +=====What Has Paddy Got Now?===== 
 + 
 +Paddy is pleased to report that things are gradually improving. 
 + 
 +Here's how things stand. 
 + 
 +Let's get the bad news out of the way first. 
 + 
 +__Steel Frame Rucksacks.__ Owing to the shipping position, steel tubing which was due to arrive months ago is still on the wharf at Adelaide. Hence no steel frames. 
 + 
 +__Rucksacks Without Frames.__ All stock patterns available in a good range of colours. 
 + 
 +__Groundsheets and Cape Groundsheets.__ Good stock on hand. 
 + 
 +__Tents.__ All stock patterns available. 
 + 
 +__Military Maps.__ All published l" = 1 mile maps from N.S.W. constantly on hand. A set is available for inspection. 
 + 
 +__Prismatic Compasses.__ (reconditioned). Price £2/-/-, leather cases 5/-. 
 + 
 +__Knife Fork and Spoon Sets.__ Lighter, brighter and better than ever. English make 6/-. (a useful Xmas gift). 
 + 
 +__Housewives.__ Light and compact. Wools, thread, needles, buttons and thimble. Price 6d. 
 + 
 +__Stop Press.__ (What'​s cooking?) 
 + 
 +Aluminium squat type billies now on sale. 
 + 
 +1 1/2 pint 4/6.\\ 
 +2 1/2 pint 5/6.\\ 
 +3 pint 7/3.\\ 
 +4 Pint 8/3.\\
  
-Peggy Bransdon claims a nearrecord for an official walk, on which she had thirteen members and two prospectiveet No, Not -- itts not the numbers that tickles us, but the fact that none of the members got lost. 
-It would seem, too, that one of the Clubts Respectable Bachelors has a most convenient setup, in that he was to cotent with two of the Clubts Loveliest Ladies (this is all from hearsay, and I cantt guarantee verification on every point). H9wevor the competition was too keen -- aren't aome Vomon floucca:T (Or maybe men are cads?), 
-- 
-WHAT HAS PADDY GOT NOW? 
-Paddy is pleased to reportthat things are gradually improving. Here's how things stand. 
-Let's get the bad news out of the way first, 
-Steel Frame Rucksacks. Owing to the shipping position, steel tubing which was due to arrive months ago is still on the wharf at Adelaide. Hence no steel frames. 
-Rucksacks Without Frames. All stock patterns available in a good range of colours. 
-Groundsheets and Case Groundsheets. Good stock on hand. Tents. All stock patterns available. 
-Military...Maks. All published lll = 1 mile maps from N.S.W. constantly on hand. A set is available for inspection. 
-Prismatic Compasses (reconditioned). Price 2//, leather cases 
-Knife Fork and Spoon Sets. Lighter, brighter and better than ever. English make 67. useful Xmas gift). 
-Housewives. Light and compact. Wools, thread, needles, buttons and thimble. Price 6d. 
-STOP PRESS. (What'​s cooing?) 
-Aluminium squat typ-a- billies now on sale. 
-11 pint 4/6. ay pint 5/6. 
-3 pint 7/3; 
-4 Pint 8/3- 
 8" fry Pans. 4/9. 8" fry Pans. 4/9.
-Mouulto ​and sand fly reDellent.+ 
 +__Mosquito ​and sand fly repellent.__ 
 1/9 per 4 oz. bottle. 1/9 per 4 oz. bottle.
-PADDY PALLIN 
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 +
 +327 George Street, Sydney.
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