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THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER
A monthly Bulletin of matters of intere,74-t to the Sydney Bush Walkers, C/- Ingersoll Hall, 255 Crown St., Sydney.
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CONTENTS
Editorial - Lessons from Era
At Our Annual General Meeting
Social Notes for April
The Wettest Reunion Ester, by Kath McKay
On the Other Side of the River, by Bill Gillam 9
Outdoor Films of Australia (Advt.) 12
Club Officers and Committee, 1950 13
A Night at Hobart Walking Club, by Kevin Ardill 14
Federation Notes, by Paul Barnes 15
Letter to the Editor - Reunion Singing - by H. Stoddart 15
The Meaning of“Currockbilly,” by John Noble 16
Siedlecky's Advt, 17
Anzac Day Memorial 18
LetIt Rain, Let it Pour - Paddy's Advt. 19
EDITOR IAL
Lessons from Era
The history of the efforts to have the Era lands reserved is
a lung one The campaign was initiated by the Mountain Ti-ails Club
in 1925, and taken up by the S.B.W. when the Club was founded in 1927. The Federation took an active part in the creation of Carrawarra Park in 1033, but since then much of the campaigning has been done by the S.B.W., with the backing and advice of the Mountain Trails Club.
The story of Gar4warra was published in the October 1948 issue of the Magazine, and the story of Lot 7 in the July 197 issue. Subsequent events are described in the reports of ClIfto meetings.
It is not intended to cover this ground again, but merely to see what can be learnt from the campaign.
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Perhaps the most remarkable fact about the campaign is that it took 25 years, or about half the working life of a conservationist, to reach the present stage. An enormous amount of work was put into the effort to have the lands resumed, but though it was spread over a long period there were long intervals when nothing was done. In these intervals the authorities were able to leave the files in their pigeon holes, while Ministers changed, and some probably never heard of Era. It was to be expected, therefore, that when the present Minister heard our pleas ard resumed the land, he straightway proclaimea his intention of adding it to National Park. He probably had no idea of the difference between the Garawarra Park Trust and the National Park Trust, nor of what we meant by a primitive, roadless area. He didn't know (nor did the National Fitness Council know) that we had spent over 300 on lot 7 in an effort to forward our ideals. There is therefore every likelihood that our efforts will result in the “development” of three more nice surfing beaches.
After the lc:mg intervals of inactivity the few old members who kept the ball rolling had to start almost from scratoh. Nc-t only offioials and Ministers had forgotten most of what had gone before, but go had kindred conservation bodies, the public, and even the majority of S.B.W. members. Though there was general agreement as to what we wanted, an enormous amount of time was spent talk'Lng and arguing amongst ourselves as to haw to achieve olraims till at times the majority of members were fed to the teeth with the business, It is to be hoped that from now on there will be continuing interest and yigilance, so that we are not found, as we have been so often before, protesting when it is already too late. For, make no mistake, we will have to wage a continuous battle to prevent “development”, to see that the area is cared for, to persuade anybody to do anythLng effective in the way of fire prevention, ard to rehabilitate the flora and fauna. Even now shacks are still being built.
The action which probably tipped the scales - i e. the decision to raise a fund ard bid at the auction, was inspired by the generous offer of one member. It took about a auarter of an hour to decide on our course of action. Then we let everybody know chat we were doing - with the public spirited assistance of the 7S7dney Morning Heraldn.
This was not the first occasion when a sustained effe st favourable publicity might have won the day - just as the vigorous action ard favourable publicity qf 1933 gained Ga:l awa],s a In other words one big fuss lasting a few months is more likely to succeed than a lot of little or medium ones spread over a quarter of a centsec'y
The last lesson to be learned is one that has been taught be,-(s/e.
It is that the F.B.W. is an ideal body for conservation work. There
can be no blinking the fact - nearly all the people willing to work for bushls nd conservation are members of the ScB.Wo Amongst the members present at our last meeting were representatives of all the leading conservation bodies. One or another of our members was able
to supply everything to be known about the Era lands. We are able to f
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act quickly because we meet often and know the opinions of other associations. There is no need to work through any other body. We have the knowledge, the good name, and the ability., to take the lead. If we do others will gladly join in.
We are, however, very dependent for knowledge and advice on some
of our old members. Often they are “too busy” to come to our meetings - hence the gaps in our campaigns. Being “too busy” usually means having other interests or considering other good works more important. This is a mistaken attitude. As members of the very small band of people who can, and do, look into the future, and realise the importance of saving some of our bushlands, the most valuable work they can do is to lend a hand with the Club's conservation work.
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AT OUR ANNUAL GENERAL MEETING.
Because no one was sufficiently prescient to move for postponement of this year's Re-Union, the annual general meeting was held in an atmosphere of mutual respect and admiration. The President was in the Chair, about 70 members present at the commencement of business, swelling to 100 during the vital portion of the proceedings, As there were no new members to be greeted, the awards for the Sa=ng Carnival opened affairs. Claude Hanes collected the Mandelberg 0,);t on behalf of Phyllis Ratcliffe and himself: Vera Matasin took off the Henley trophy, and certificates went to Claude H4nes, Vera Matandn; Gwen Jewell Kevin Ardill and Bert Whither.
The Annual Report was adopted without dissent, and the Annual Financial Statement after Allan Hardie had been satisfed that the “sundry debtors” entry was of a transient nature. Ha would have preferred to see more detail on the social expenses list, however
The customary suspension of Standing Orders to permit election of office bearers during general business was followed by a further variation of procedure, when the Annual Subscriptlon and Entrance Fee were fixed at last year's figures so that the Treasurer could make a
-* financial scoop of the General Meeting. He was almost. placed Ln the position of having to make refunds on a motion by R.er4s Wfd:lkins that the
. combined subscription for married couples be reduced to 5:1 1:.er annum. Dormie supported the motion, saying that the Highland Solety observed
- this practice. Jenny Madden approved the idea wfh the net ton of encouraging the people Who “would supply futile. membetei'. 1Dorothy
in graver mood thought it wculd probably red a;e the nc,r-eeive tle&eership, but Bill Gillam expressed horror - why, eYerybc,c, weild ';.Je forced into marriage g The Treasurer had to de7de whether to s-teak as a hard-hearted financier or a prospective htLeband, and r;aniromied with the opinion that the Club could experimentally test results over this year. Put to the vote the motion was lost by aLm all margin.
The election of office bearers followed, and results are shown elsewhere. They were dtill being elected as the meeting drew to a
hurried close hours afterwards.
We dwelt on the Social Report while the remote question of adapting the Club's projection equipment was revived, aid it was resolved that the matter be investigated.
Of coursel Era: Things had moved rapidly since the previous general meeting, not entirely in accordance with plan) and Tom Herbert had a report on the subject. The Garawarra Trustees, he told us, had unanimously agreed at a meeting in February that Era should be adrled to Garawarra on resumption: the Minister for Lands had announced shortly afterwards his intention of linking Era with the National Park, In a telephone ddescuasion with the Minister that day (10/3/50) he (Mr. Sheahan) had been adamant on the addition of Era to the National Park, and also foreshadowed the amalgamation of Garawarra Park with National Park. He had urged the Minister to stay his hand, aid the Minister had requested his written report on the subject by Monday He proposed to send a letter as a Garawarra Trustee, and also urged that the Club and the Federation support this action; as he felt this was the last chance to have Era joined with Garawarra, and the best opportunity to press for retention of Garawarra as a separate concern.
Myles Dunphy said we must move for the gazettal of the Era-Burnin Palms area as a roadless primitive area, and Tom Herbrt recorded a motion “That this Club write to the Minister for Lands F.trongly recommending that the lands between Garawarra and National. Park be added to Garawarra on resumption, as we were of the ottinion that the policy of Garawarra Trust is difftrent to that of National Park Trust, and the merging of the two trusts would not be in the best interests of conservation of that area”.
Alex Colley said we should emphasise our conservation work at Era, the fact that we had bought' a block there and virtually thrown it open as-a public park; and that our policy on resumption and addition to Garawarra had been consistent throtzhout all our negotiations.
Allen Strom said he understood the 'Under Secretary for Lands held the same views as the Minister, and thought that if wo could not influence the Minister's decision perhaps we should attempt to obtain a revised charter for National Park Trust to make It n,38.1,ri_c- the Conservationist's heart's desire,
Tom Herbert replied that the Minister apparent17 proposed to give the existing Garawarra Trust saae representation on the Amalgamated Trust, so that perhaps Walkers would have Letter representation on the exevative of the enlarged Park, but Dorothy Lawr7 pointed out that the membership of the Trust was limited by Act to seven, and the National Park trust was already overstrength. Betty Haa, doubted in the circumstances whether even a minority on the National Park Trust would avail us anything, and Wal Roots thought that we weaken our case by considering an alternative at present, At the conclusion of discussion, Tom Herbert's original motion was adopted.
Wal Roots advanced to the matter of shacks at Era, and said we should present a definite policy for the Minister's consideration. After debate, in Which the original suggestion of a maximum 20 years' tenure was condemned by Paddy Pallin as only putting off the evil day, and Alex Colley Who said the owners had not 5 minutes tenure at present, while Myles Dunphy considered we were out of order in
a determining a policy (this should be left to whichever Trust administered Era after resumption, he said) a variation of Wal Roots' original formula was adopted:
1. No additional shacks to be built.
2. No additions or improvements to be made to existing buildings.
3. No transfer of ownership to be permitted.
4. On decease,or termination of occupancy by existing owner, building to be demolished.
This motion incorpor-Ited Bob Savage's amendment that we make no definite time limit. Better the shacks and Era than the shacks but no Era. Myles Dunphy added that the National Park would make a financial concern of Era, probably build a new road along the tops to Bald Hill, and no Minister would be prepared to dislodge the shack owners and face the ensuing unpopularity. Tom Herbert recommended the year by year permissive occupancies granted by Garawarra Trust o shack owners.
On Myles Dunphy's request, the venue of the Annual 7:eunlon was altered to Moorabinda: it was decided to recommend Bruce M3Innes to Federation as S. & R. 0hdixman, and the meeting closed at 11,0 p m.
SOCIAL NOTES FOR APRIL.
Just a short reminder about the dance on 29th Aprn0 can again guarantee you an excellent night, with a good three,oeiece orchestra, a fast floor and novelty dances. About 7.30 on that night a few strong men are needed to shift back the seats and of course
they have to be returned to their proper places after the entertainment Will YOU come along and help?
Stretton,
Social Secretary.
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ENGAGEMENTS.
Last issue we reported two marriages and soon there will be two more. George Dibley all Marie 1Nalsh and Dennis Git toes and Shir,ley King have just announced their respective engagements. Our congratulations to both couples.
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BIRTHS.
7-7ongratulationS to Tom and Jean Moppett on the birth of their daughter; Katherine, and to Ron and Betty Baker who also have a daughter - Robin.
THE WETTEST RZUNION EVER.
By Kath McKay.
Lest anyone living outside the Metropolitan area should get the wrong impression and picture the S.B.W. indulging in a kind of
a lost-weekend orgy of riotous potations, jugs of wine beneath the bough and all the rest of it, we hasten to explain that the wet referred to was water - genuine aqua, lots aid lots of it, and not
0 particularly pura. Distinctly muddy in fact: turbulent, turgid: the sort of stuff that the Water Board would blush to see coming through its pipes.
The reunion's location, as no doubt you know, was Moorabinda, where several such gatherings have been held in the past9 h1 have memories of warm sunshine sifting through the trees; of larro with hs florascope revealing to us the beauties of eriostemon and heath; of dry logs piled for the camp fire; of dry snug beds beneath abdulled tents, where we slumbered lightly while the stars looked down.
This year, ah me: bow different the scene.
To begin as near the beginning as possible, Saturday March 11th dawned damp and became progressively damper as it went 071,
“Ridiculous to think of going” I muttered to myself, filling Nescafe tins with milk, tea, jam and what have you.
“Quite absurd to take the old bones out in this weather” myself rejoined, trying on a yellow wat,Drproof hood, prudently purchased from Paddy duringvthe week, and stowing Porphyria into my pack. (Porphyria is my tent, so called because we chrfstened her with a bottle of Porphyry earlier in the season: also because Robert Browning says 'Porphyria…..shut the cold out, and the storm/. So far, she has done so.)
This dialogue went on all the morning, but by lunch time the rain had eased and by 2.30 it was so fine that only the poorest
- spirited bushwalker could have skulked at home, so off we went.
Alas, as soon as we had left Central we could see dirty weather ahead, and at Suthnrland it was coming down in buckets. I leapt for the tin hare, and who should be aboard but our esteemed l'resident, and Len Scotland.
At Waterfall we girded ourselves for the descent, and the place certainly did live up to its name - it was a waterfall the whole way. Tracks provided natural creek-beds and our docile familiar rivulets became unrecognisable torrents, spreading with a lamentable lack of restraint over the entire landscape.
The President's noblesse Obliged him to shepherd the aged and
infirm (meaning me) and but fcr his helping hand ovee the worst 7. crossings and his encouraging coo-ees from the rain-blurred vistas ahead, I feel sure that Porphyria and I would have belted and spent
quiet night by ourselves on the first hilisido.
As it was, we pressed on, skidding and slithering, but rejoicing none the less in the blossoming tea-tree, bright pink against the
grey-green _wetness of the bush, and in the really impressive
imitation 6f Niagara thundering into Kingfisher Pool.
At last, and regrettably on the rive gauche, whereas we were plunging along on the rive droite, we saw blue smoke and the glow of camp fires through the gathering dusk.
But between us and them was a great gulf fixed or not so much fixed as surging ,along completely out of hard, and rising every minute. One look at the raging body of water was enough. I would stay where I was, on terra that was reasm ably firma.
And so thought some few others whose tents were already up0
switched on my torch aad discovered them to be Dormie, Len, Margaret litoddart and Eric Boman. The rain beat down, the ground was a network of small streams all hastening riverwards, and in the dark there was no much choice of a camp-site.
Tom came to the rescue again and helped me hitch Forphyria to a tree and anchor her guy ropes to stones, Where rock prevented the
use of tent pegs. 13e also gouged out, with a stick; a complicated system of drains to stop the worst of the water from flowing through the tent.
Meanwhile formic, by some secret formula, had cont;red up a fire in a cleft of the rocks. The only trouble was that the space was too narrow to get near it for either cooking or clothes-drying; so he abandoned it, and while we held a groundsheet awning-fashion above him, he tried again in the open.
A little precious candle-end on a flat rock; fragments of leaves and bark from the depths of a rock crevice, portions of newspaper hoarded by Len in some miraeulously dry corner of his gear; infinite patience and a little cautious blowing; these factors began to make our chances of a fire seem less of a lottery.
In the torchlight the groundsheet took on a diabolic glow; the rain hamme'red upon it, forme=ttered incantations or anyway imprecations below it; the river roarod Len tendered advice and we thoughtlessly moved the groundsheet to see what was going on, thereby letting in the rain and drawing forth howls of anguish from formic, but at last she was away, really burning. We blundered about in the wet dark, collesting wood,and soon had a genuine camp-fire. Indeed we felt that ours was the only official one, seeing that it had the Presidents patronage.
Torch in hand, I gathered dead brushwood and bracken to strew the tent floor ard keep the sleeping-bag out of water, and When my billy boiled, retreated to Porphyria for a sandwich tea and a really comfortable night - damp, but not cold, and no ants, fleas, rats or mosquitoes.
Shouts and cheers in the early hours of the Sabbath announced that Margaret, in swim-suit, and met half-way by Roley, had made
a the crossing to the other side. Roleyfs one concern, it was reported, was lest he should get his hair *et.
As daylight broadened we made out numerous familiar figures in the distance - some 45 maniacs in addition to our on poor demented selves. The Aver had dropped considerably in the night, and the President, staying not for breakfast, waded over to reune with the rest of his flock. For our part we took advantage of acmomentary lull in the weather to cook breakfast, and then from a commanding position by the ford, to watch the homeward trek.
It was a strange sight, reminiscent of the Retreat from Moscow. Rain was falling again and the company filed past with a general air of draggle-tailed dejection, and for the most part in silence. Never can so few compacts and lipsticks have been used by so many. Never can waves have been less permanent.
Malcolm and Roley did yeoman service in piloting women and children across the rapids - yes, there were children. It would not be a reunion without them, though we saw only 2, Grace Noblefs small Dorothy, blonde and serene in rose-red raincoat, and Jess Martinfs nephew Peter, having the time of his life and quite undaunted by the peril h of the flood.
Grace, not so serene, in borrowed shirt and accessories, had suffered everything from ant-bites to the melancholy fate of Displaced Persons, since she had to abandon her home in the middle of the night and seek shelter elsewhere.
Dorothy Brigden (tastefully arrayed in pale blue pyjamas, the
-4 only dry garb left her after swimming the river the day before) tho Duncans, the three McGregors, Maurie and Tuggie, Sam and the Roots (0 fortunate Miriam, home and dry with the two youngest) Kath and Jim Brown, Doris Stead, Billy Davis, Edna Stretton, Sally Mackay, Mary McDonald, Roy s Braithwaite and Bruggy, Pag Bransdon, Bill
Gillam - all these and more plodddd by, carrying pounds of supercargo in their wet packs, wet tents, wet boots, wet everythirg.
In the distance we thought we saw Paddy, Alex, Bruce McInnes, George Davenport, Bill Kinley and Allan Wyborn: but if these gentry insist that they were elsewhere we could not gainsay them. We learnt wabselquently that Bill Henley and Miriam, those confirmed troglodytes, were in a cave high up on the hillside, but even they were not dry. A spring welled up in the floor and -everything became demnition damp and dilagreeable, as Mr. Mantalini would say.
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,Tenny and Stan set out on Saturday with every intention of being present, hut soon after leaving their track nt Waterfall; they met gro ups of walkers returning from the reunion with the tidings that it was a complete washout. So after a brief amble in the rain they too turned and made for home.
My own fluvial walk trainwards was a solitary affair, enlivened only by meetings with a minute green frog, who dived to safety at sight of me: and with a truculent crayfjlia, who stood his ground on the watery track, his beautiful red and blue flippers extended, barring my way and hissing his disapproval. I had a few anxious moments when I got on the wrong side of the creek, and visions of headlines: “Woman Hiker Swept Away In Floods” turned nn buck several times in mid-stream. I had brought the club quite enough bad publicity in the past so went on cautiously till the waist deep stream was narrow enough to hang on to overarching boughts from one side to the other.
And at Waterfall there was the President once more, and Sam Myers waiting to round up the stragglers (meaning me),
The concert which should have been presented at the camp-fire was given in modified form at the clubrooms the following Friday night, but the iniation ceremony was skipped, to the relie2 of timorous new members - if indeodthere is such a thing as a timorous bushwalker. The camp-fire was represented by leaping red flames of cixs-aboard labelled: “GenuinsCotter Camp-fire”; and supper of cake and soft drinks in lieu of the traditional cocoa, made a pleasant interlude,
Malcolm's topical verses, sung by the female choir, were the hit-of the evening. The Blumer brothers sang an attractive ditty in French dialect; Dorothy Lawry and Bill Gill= told funny stories; Dave Roots, Edna Stretton and company presented several sketches, and a few choruses were sung rather half-heartedly by us alio But somehow it was a colourless affair, a poor substitute for the real thing,
Here's hoping that next year the Weather will prove kind and that wo shall all be there to celebrate a super-re-union in 1951.
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RI=
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Impressions gained by Bill Crillqn.
Why didst ,-hott. promise such a beauteous day
And make ne travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds olertake me in my way_
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke
Sonnet XXXIV, Shakespeare
Well, it wasn't promised as a beautiful day; and by the time the early birds arrived at Waterfall the rain had started. There was much shaking of the head as to whether it was wise to go onbut after buying another candle we went to the Reunion without the faintest
10. intention of reuning. If the first cave we came to was dry I was
going to curl up in it and hurl scorn on any S.B.W..who walked past. The first cav* was unfortunately extremely wet.
Excuso me while,' sneeze.
Dripping, and with the most fratricidal tendancies, our party reached Hoorabinda ad crossed the creek with little trouble. Ah, but it was wet. Packs were dronned and tents were thrown up. Cold and miserable I crept into my tent, threw a Bronx cheer to the weather man and tried to forget that it was raining, that the tent had a dangerous sag, that, oh my back, my feet were getting wet, and above all I tried to forget it was the Reunion.
Aah-choov. That's better.
A shout, as though someone was being murdered, or at least drowned with violence, drew me from my cocoon. The creek had risen about five feet and there werea dozen walkers, very downcast, and wanting to get across to the reunion, All swam safely across except Edna Stretton who was “settin'” unless Roley would escort her across. Roley responded with the gallantry of Sir Walter and Edna, together with the third course in sweets, was hauled across the flood.
Excuse me, while I blow my nose.
With Ed safe it seemed a fit time to try some artificial respiration of the Reunion spirit and make the usual Grand Tour. Ah, the old faces; Fatriach Boots, and sundry saplings, blew anxiously on his fire to provide tea for his brood; Cotter (in bare feet, for he had left his boots in a tree on the other side of the creek) gave culinary directions from his tent. Sally Mackay - in sun-top - dug a ditch around her abode, not very deep and not nearly far enough. Mary McGregor, now in her own right as a member, and not merely “Malcolm's sister” was dispensing Scotch wisdom. I learnt that a Scot perfected the present system of drains, that the only bottle was one of fruit cup and there were some eggs lying around “somewhere in there”.
Excuse me, while I take this lemon punch.
Gilroy, of course, was there with the cake, a blow lamp and the most thoughtful expression I've ever seen, even on Arthur, The McGregor s- were camped hereabouts with an ingenious system of catching the drops frcm an holey tent. Did it work? Of course, it didn7t. They moved in with Arthur during the night.
Far up on the hill Jack Wren sent up smoke signals to the opposite bank. Someone claimed he could decipher them and gave the following translations: “Are there any more poor blighters coming down the creek?”, “It will fine up in half an hour”. (We JidnIt catch the reply to that.)
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Ken Meadows presided over a fire whl:h surely gave the lie to those who claim you can't cook without billy hooks. It valiantly carried five billies, seven plates and innumerable bodies crouched over it. I saw the feet of Don Read, the shorts of Jim Hooper and a cape which night have been wrapped around Billie Davis and the head of Vera*Matasin all in the one perpendicular. How they did it
I don't know, but it certainly kept the fire alight.
The Nobles, Grace and small Dorothy, were there wandering in the dead of night from plague and desolation; or, in particular, from bull Tits and flood. They found solace at last but, oh, weren't they colds
Breakfast was a dismal affair.
Excuse me, while I take my temperature.
Not being a married man my feasts are movable and interchangeable. I had lunch in bed, and When it stopped raining, I lit a fire and cooked my breakfast.
When the mist, rain and smoke had cleared it was revealed that the marooned walkers were the P2esLient, Dornie, Roy Bruggy, Len Scotland are Kath McKay. They had not escaped the ravages of the rain. A maze of drains ran around under and :through the tents. Dormie had built a fire, a really beautiful fire, under a rock, it certainly kept the rain off it, but I thought it Indelicate to ask how he cooked on it.
By ten o'clock most had folded their tents but not as silently
as the Arabs. There were sundry groans about wet tents and complaints of wet pants. We plodded back along a still swollen creek until Paddy decided we should take a new creek to Waterfall, For the benefit of those who weren't there; the creek starts at Prince's Highway and turns left after it crosses the road. From there it falls in a series of brilliant falls and cascades.0a its more level stretches it flows about six inches deep and two feet wide. It wasn't until I was halfway up that I recognised it as the track to Kingfisher's Pool:,
At Uaterfall there was just time to put on dry(or, to be exact, damp) trousers and leap with bare feet into the “Tin Hare. Faddy, with the honour, of the dub at stake, hobbled in with one sock draed on his toe and the other clutched like a marathon baton.
Oh, make my bed soon, for ITm sick at the heart, and fain would lie doon.
Reports are filtering through of another “pri7rate” walk held recently. The co-leaders had the stimulus of a be'Qy of beautiful girls, but one lass stole a march an the others by producing a jaffle iron at lunch time. Swelling with a sense of his own importance
(and ja ffles) the axeman received rather a set back when he was referno( to as hbnnana legs”. The f'Gent in the Tent” with hi usual c'olomacy smoothed the ruffled one and a repeat performance by the jaffle expert; sent the party home in exactly the right mood.
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ELECTION 07 CLUB 07EIERS AND C07.P.ITTEE 1950.
The following were elected at the Annual General Meeting
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PRESIDENT:
VICE PPESIDZNTS:
HON. SECRETARY:
HCN, ASST. SECRETARY: HON. TREASURER:
HON. WALKS SECRETARY:
Tom Moppett
Arthur Gilroy: Paul Barnes. Jim Brown
Kath Brown
Gil Webb
Don Frost
HON. MEMBERSHIP SECRETARY: Ken Mead owe HON. SOCIAL SECRETARY: Edna Stratton
Jean Mowbray: Val Hands: Allen Strom: Jack ad r e n. Bill Hall: Brian Harvey: Paul Barnes: Allen Strom.
Jack Wren: Bill Gillam. Alex Colley
Brian Harvey
Mrs. Hilda Stoddart
Wal Roots, Joe Turner, Mauitie Berry. Claude Haynes
Allan Wyborn
Mr. Colin Broad, though not a Club member, has kindly offered to not in t hi s capacity and hii offer wa thankfully accepted.
C OYNITTEE :
FEDERATION DELEGATES:
SUBSTITUTE FEDERATION
DELEGATES: LITERARY EDITOR: BUSINESS MANAGER OF
MAGAZINE:
PARKS AND PLAYGROUNDS
DELEGATE: TRUSTEES:
AUDITOR:
FORESTRY ADVISORY COTTNCIL DELEGATE: HONORARY SOLICITOR:
On the Monday after the reunion Kath McKay took her torch to the electrician for a new battery. “irm afraid it fs quite flat, aht)Dugh I got a new battery only last Wednesday”, she said. The electrician surveyed the feehie gleam with a practised eye. “Its damp, that 13 what it, is ”, he said, “Have you had it anywhere near water?”
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“Cr.,Dice from 'Python Gully between delign:_)ours on Sunday morning of reunion - - “Hoy there Paddy, howld- you get on last night? Mr. Pallin: “Whots that?”
The Voice: “Bill Henleyr?…
Mr. Pallin:, “Ah., good-day Bill, I was all riht. How dld ybu do in the cave???
Mr. Henley: “T_Tgh - no good - we got flooded out.” Mr. Pallin: “Why donit you buy a decent tent?”
(This paragraph inserted free of charge.)
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A….NIGHT AT HOBART WALKING CLUB.
By Kevin Ardill.
It's a wet weekend, and I'm doing a solid bit of sitting. Just looking at the rain and thinking of all the lucky walkers enjoying themselves at bush parties and swimming holes. Kinda reminds me of similar days in Tasmania, the home of the leech, tiger snake and the Hobart Walking Club. I'd heard and read about the clubls activities and had even been warned by some bird about its dislike of mainland walkers. Our preparations for the Davey trip had shown up this fairy story in its true light and when we were invited to their meeting we accepted like a shot.
Gladys Martin, Len Fall and myself, arrayed in our best togs, set out on Friday evening to meet the meeting. After experience of Tassie walking conditions we are not surprised to find thc-J meeting room situated on the premises of the Thermal Baths. I suppose the idea is to acclimatise new members for when the serious walking commences. Surprise when we find the members in conventional dress and not swim suits is offset by the warmth of their welcome. Though we are assured the crowd is below normal strength there would be about seventy members present when the President, Mr. Jack Thwadip s, opened proceedings. Bualness was pro gressing rather smoothly when all of a sudden it happened. Shades of Ingersoll Hall, S,B.W., and all that - someone wanted to alter the constitutions At fist I think they are trying to make us feel at home but when I notice the serious mein, the spirit of battle so openly manifest, I realise the constitution is in for a bashing.
With memories of other efforts to alter other constitutions, I play safe, the teeth go in one pocket and the glasses in the other. The initial skirmishing reveals the bone of contention. It wasn/t involved and the issue was clear but don't ask me to explain. All I know is that blokes were leaping to the feet all over the place, till a gentleman with the honorable name of Smith practically ended the debate with about ten well chosen words, Viva Smith The amendment is put to the vote, and after several voters are queried as to their status quo, the constitution is altered. It scorns that prospectives will now find the road to membership easier to travel and there is much cheering, doubtlessly echoed by the leech fraternit3,
General business included an appeal by a leader for starters on-the following weekend walk. He announced the time of departure,. seemed a little vague on the exact route to be followed and concluded with a carefree announcement that he had no idea of the time the party woad return - if they ever did.
The next item was most interesting. One by one the Presiden called on leaders of various walks over the Christmas period to give an account of their trips. From our point of view it wa3 most interesting. The narrators described the whole walk from go to whoa, and then answered questions as to the nature of the country traversed,
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condition of huts and bridges and any other information that might help following parties. One walker present had accompanied the party going from Recherche Bay to Port Davey and an account of his return with two companions was good entertainment. On one section they encountered some solid bauera scrub and decided to shoot through it.
In quite a matter of fact manner he described their method of progress, The chap in front was pushed into the bauera, withdrawn and then pushed in again. As you might imagine rate of progress was slow and when they climbed a tree to inspect what lay ahead they weren't happy at the prospect and returned along the track they had ade. It took them 55 minutes to make the track, the time of return was 5 minutes.
The entertainment came to an abrupt halt. The President acquainted the gathering with the fat that there were strangers in the midst, they were members of Sydney Bushwalking Club, they had done a trip and, furthermore, one of the party was going to tell of the doings. That's me. There were hundreds of thoughts flashing through my cranium but none had any relation to the task in front of me. The only time I ever leaT to the feet at a neetti-ls is to bleat Upoint of order, Mr. Chairman' and then no one evE;r takes any notice of me. When the cry of those in favour say Aye%goes out I am well able to keep my end up with a fervent and melodic Aye, but to stand up as a stranger and tell this collection of bz)uera basl,ers about a trip in their own territory - death where is thy sting?
Through a thick fog (mental) I heard the voices of Len and Gladys murmur some drivel about the honour of the S”ii.W. and next thing I hear a voice. It was mine. It cold have been an account of the trip “The Sick Stockrider” or even Daffodils” that I recited but at the conclusion there was polite applause and I sank on to my seatJ
Now there was general movement and cups of tea and biscuits were passed hither and thither. I was assured that this is the usual procedure but it seemed strange that the cups of reviver appeared as soon as I finished talking. In any case it was appreciated and the circulating tea sippers were most sociable and informative. We saw excellent photographs and met several personalities who had been just names I had seen in copies of The Tasmanian Tramp. We had the pleasuTo of voicing our sincere appreciation of their work of trail baz ng and'
marking and at eleven olclock we left with a general iu s-itatinn to
all S.B.W. members to attend their meeting when in Hobart arAke our tip and stagger along. We enjoyed every minute of it and left with 'quite a glow - and it wasnTt Cascade Beer. That?s another story.
PEDEATION NOTES.
By Paul Barnes.
A letter has been sent to the Minister for Lands protestir7, against the proposed amalgamation of Garawarra and National Park,
Mr. Bruce McInnes has been elected Chairman of the Search and
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Rescue Section. A press campaign is being started, with Folico Department co-operation, so n to publicise S. & R. principles.
Miss E. Jackson, of the Knreruka Club, has boon elected General Secretary of the Federation.
Surveying work is in progress for the proposed nightsoil disposal area in National Frk near Jibbon. Council decided to write further letters of protest.
A complaint was received of misconduct in the Kosciusko area
huts. The letter will be copied and circulated to all affiliated clubs.
The Federation Annual Camp ton 5th and 7th May at Eureka Clearing. There will be no cars or motor cycles, and no organised sports, but a return to the good old fashioned Reurlon,
Letter to the Editor -
“Dear Sir,
On Friday night last we gathered in the Clubroom fcr the Sing- Song which we were not able to enjoy this year at our Rtuion.
When called upon to lift our voices it roalay looked as If we had no wices at all. But we all do have some sort of a voice, and most of us know bits and piece;,; of songs. If we could lie given the right note to start on and were told the first line, the result might be better.
Now, I have a stggestion to make that if-followed up would, I am sure, produce something worth hearing in the way of good I:aisle.
Let twelve memb-i-q take ,unto themselves eight cr more Oobbers,and lot those twelve grouT4E cheos-J, two songs each in which they agree to become word perfect. When called upon they might render their items as a group or form a core to help their faltering brethren. We would
do well to learn to sing those delightful rcunds: “FlreYs Burning” f/
fiIn the Campfires Cheerful Glow Row, Row, Row the r3oat”, aid
many. others.
How about making a great effort for the Federation Reunion? Yours sincerely,
Hilda S'Goddart
THE MEANING OF CURROCKBILL'i
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As we were exceedingly fond of Mt. Currockbilly we deodec-L so name our house and asked the Mitcheel Library fo-2 an opinirn its origin and meaning. We received the following reply from Sherrie,the Deputy Librarian:
“The name is recorded by Surveyor Hoddle in his report of a survey of the Clyde River 1828, but there may be earlier rt,;:erance
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We are unable to give you any definite information about it meaning, but it sounds as if it mi0-it be a corruption of an abor.-4 iginal word, in which case the words below fromThe Thoorga Languagc),”by R.H. Mathew, may be of interests
Sunrise - Bug-ga-ran kar-rick-bung-a-leen Sunset - Bug-ga-ran ce-rik-boo-yal
The Thoorga tribe inhabited the area and it looks as if “Bug-ga-ran” was their name for Sun., I think'ICI-rocic billyco.111d be a variation of the second part of sunrise - “kar-ILek-bv,nE,” qs it only needs the “bung” to be altered to “billy.” It is the sotd,
of course, and not the spelling which matters in aboriginal wardThis is, of course, just a personal o-k2inion.”
We thought the above to be mast interesting. I niLm!7, nol:IF, 9 that where ho refers to “bung” being altered “Go “billy sem mare likely that the full “bung-a-ler:n” would be altera,1 to 1illy9but I am not, of course, competent to pass such an opinion.
From the text of the reply a further sr7gest4_fln scorns pe'cr:!_nent, although he did not refer to it. It will be noted..1aa;: js suggested as meaning sun. It seems likely to o3 that the nmr,
wang for the Range is also a corruption ofLT3ug,-,8P–pan, It wculd
certainly be appropriate9as the range is boll the f”.,it to and the last to lose, the sun's rays, due to its 'cc=?ograpa
tures. We have also enjoyed to the full the sp],endLd ffom
Currockbilly, under perfect conditions, and feel quite happ-T-with the explanation.
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“LET IT RAIN, LET IT POJR
The songster must have caught tho ear of ,Tupiter Pluvitis on the weerkof 11/12 March the occasion of the Ca ab Reunion.
The thirty odd (very 'odd, wo must have appeared to sane stop-at-homes) souls who with waterproof spirits and (wo hope) waterproof guar arrived at the camp site had a good weekend. They cheerfully chatted9 chuckled and chinwagged, bui: the elements hardly encouraged “soulful song singing.
It was good fun fighting one ? s way over those two raging torrents, Kingfisher Creek and MTryla Creek - believe it or not one party had to swim across the litter. Heathccte Creek was a rilagnIncant stream hurrying, scurrying? roaring and pouring impatiently on its way. What a chance for a (ial?oe trip,
The weekend gave us cause to realjs e that ac,cd gear is only half the battle in facing diffj_c-j_ weather. The other half must proceed froln the skill and initiative of the camper. Did we ha-ve
matchea? Could we light that fire in the ”.co=i r,g rain? A good tent will hold the water co_/Jfn frc711 above but can hardly stop water welling u,) ficim the ground.
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WHAT HAS PADDY GOT?
Steel frame rucksacks. LiEtweight japara gn=dshee;:s, Billies upright arid squat tpes Placti c ;D;rew t;o1 jars.
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