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-ORCHID BALLET+===== Orchid Ballet===== 
--Photograph placed Second at the S.B.W. 1950 Exhibition by John Noble + 
-Commenting on this photograph Mr. Max Dupain, the judge, said that the subject had been treated romantically, rather than ina scientific or analytical manner.. The lighting was dramatic and the distribution of light made it a good eye-catcher. The spacing was extravagant, and a viewpoint might have beenchosen which would give a more concentrated presentation of the three elements of the picture. This would automatically mean a closer shot with more detail. There was a tenderness expressed in the print which made it emotionally appealing, and it was highly commendable because +Photograph placed Second at the S.B.W. 1950 Exhibition by John Noble
-of this feature. For exhibition purposes a much larger print - about four times the area - would have been more suitable. + 
-0. +Commenting on this photograph Mr. Max Dupain, the judge, said that the subject had been treated romantically, rather than in a scientific or analytical manner. The lighting was dramatic and the distribution of light made it a good eye-catcher. The spacing was extravagant, and a viewpoint might have been chosen which would give a more concentrated presentation of the three elements of the picture. This would automatically mean a closer shot with more detail. There was a tenderness expressed in the print which made it emotionally appealing, and it was highly commendable because of this feature. For exhibition purposes a much larger print - about four times the area - would have been more suitable. 
-CAPERS AROUND CARLON'S0+ 
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 +===== Capers Around Carlon's. ===== 
 By Bob Bull. By Bob Bull.
- The trip was a buck party 'consisting of seven husky (or rusty?) males. 'In case you don't know, a buck party is one whidh does not wash up, shave, or worry about torn pants or any of the other attributes of a normal respectable trip. + 
-Our happy gathering disappeared down Devil's Hole while the taxi driver shrieked a multitude of warnings to us about the man- eating snakes and wild animals which inhabit the peaceful, lovely Megalong Valley. The poor chap was Vito sincere, some hardhearted bushwalker must have pulled his leg quite unmercifully. Our laughter resounded up the crags and far down into the valley before us as we quickened our pace, for we wanted to make Canon's homestead that night. +The trip was a buck party 'onsisting of seven husky (or rusty?) males. In case you don't know, a buck party is one which does not wash up, shave, or worry about torn pants or any of the other attributes of a normal respectable trip. 
-Within sight of Duncan's farm we met Mr. Carlon who, mounted and waiting, gave us his assurance that we would have a fine weekend. No one could possibly doubt him if his assumption was based on the wondrous scene stretched out before us. Far down Megalong the evening shadows were melting the sunlight from the trees and spreading up the valley towards us. From the deep purple of the far distant ranges to the cliffs beside us, brilliant in the reflection of the sunset, everything was bathed in the radiance that can only be seen for a few short, fleeting moments before the mantle of darkness descends. Our photographers were inconsolable because none of them had any colourfilm to do justice to the closing beauty of the day. + 
-It must have boon the realisation that night was fast approaching that spurred the party on after Mr. Carlon, who was jogging along ahead of us. Bill Barren was left pondering over the beauteous mountain terrain but was given a swift boot in the pants by Bill Harrison, which certainly seemed to give him a little bit more speed of pace. Trying to keep up with a fast walking horse was fun and it raised a subject for keen debate. Could not all leaders conduct walks from horseback with -a mount for every purpose horses fcr tracks, sea-horses for rivers and horse-flies for places like Tarro's Ladder and Carlon's Head? +Our happy gathering disappeared down Devil's Hole while the taxi driver shrieked a multitude of warnings to us about the man-eating snakes and wild animals which inhabit the peaceful, lovely Megalong Valley. The poor chap was quite sincere, some hard-hearted bushwalker must have pulled his leg quite unmercifully. Our laughter resounded up the crags and far down into the valley before us as we quickened our pace, for we wanted to make Canon's homestead that night. 
-W e bid goodnight to Mr. Carlon down on the creek and proceeded upstream a little way to a perfect camp-site. In no time at all + 
-the tents were erected and smoke was drifting lazily down the valley. Suddenly a loud shriek rent the air and Jim Hooper dived for the creek with a smouldering foot. John Thornthwaite, filled with a feeling of good fellowship, had set out to make a fire for three of us, but he neglected to notice that JimTs boot was under his tinder. Much to the victim chagrin, everybody thought it was a +Within sight of Duncan's farm we met Mr. Carlon who, mounted and waiting, gave us his assurance that we would have a fine weekend. No one could possibly doubt him if his assumption was based on the wondrous scene stretched out before us. Far down Megalong the evening shadows were melting the sunlight from the trees and spreading up the valley towards us. From the deep purple of the far distant ranges to the cliffs beside us, brilliant in the reflection of the sunset, everything was bathed in the radiance that can only be seen for a few short, fleeting moments before the mantle of darkness descends. Our photographers were inconsolable because none of them had any colour film to do justice to the closing beauty of the day. 
-10. + 
-great joke, but our attention was very quickly transferred to Bill Borrellis culinary specialty of the year. It was a salad of enormous proportions topped off with a lobster.Our friend Bill Harrison was seen concocting a really terrifying mixture that looked like yellow cement. He said it was custard but when he had eaten it, mied with burnt apricots, the reactions were most unpleasant. So bad, in fact, that he would not stop talking until 1 otclock in the morning when several boots connected with his cranium and sent him to sleep. +It must have been the realisation that night was fast approaching that spurred the party on after Mr. Carlon, who was jogging along ahead of us. Bill Borrellwas left pondering over the beauteous mountain terrain but was given a swift boot in the pants by Bill Harrison, which certainly seemed to give him a little bit more speed of pace. Trying to keep up with a fast walking horse was fun and it raised a subject for keen debate. Could not all leaders conduct walks from horseback with a mount for every purpose horses for tracks, sea-horses for rivers and horse-flies for places like Tarro's Ladder and Carlon's Head? 
-The leader (yours truly) did some cooking too. He "ran up" + 
-a damper, but as it was a bit watery, willing helpers thickened the mixture with powdered milk, then threw the mixture into the fire. Hours later it was hauled out of the ashes, after many rude remarks, and tried'by its baker (who later suffered from setere indigestion). The party, after hesitatingly devouring the remains, dealt with him severely, and then sent him to bed in disgrace. Never again will this ungrateful mob enjoy a Bull damper! +We bid goodnight to Mr. Carlon down on the creek and proceeded upstream a little way to a perfect camp-site. In no time at all the tents were erected and smoke was drifting lazily down the valley. Suddenly a loud shriek rent the air and Jim Hooper dived for the creek with a smouldering foot. John Thornthwaite, filled with a feeling of good fellowship, had set out to make a fire for three of us, but he neglected to notice that Jim'boot was under his tinder. Much to the victim'chagrin, everybody thought it was a great joke, but our attention was very quickly transferred to Bill Borrell'culinary specialty of the year. It was a salad of enormous proportions topped off with a lobster. Our friend Bill Harrison was seen concocting a really terrifying mixture that looked like yellow cement. He said it was custard but when he had eaten it, mixed with burnt apricots, the reactions were most unpleasant. So bad, in fact, that he would not stop talking until 1 o'clock in the morning when several boots connected with his cranium and sent him to sleep. 
-Strolling into Canon's next morning we were confronted with a report that ours was a mixed party l l'cp a group of assorted fuzzy wuzzybluebeards this cane as a great shook. Some gentleman (?) had been watching us with a pair of binoculars and, after spotting some of our company, had come to the conclusion that a few of us + 
-at least were females. Can't really blame him because one "recently17 imported model wore a pink milanese shirt and a Pdrisian model of dirty purple, suitably adorned with scrambled egg, tilted invitingly over one eye.Our observer thought that one of our number, mho habitually wears a yellow, woolly cap, was an attractive blonde! Jim Hooper clinched matters by prancing up hill and down dale taking photos. Our short-sighted friend actually thought that our Jim had legs like Betty Grable! +The leader (yours truly) did some cooking too. He "ran up" a damper, but as it was a bit watery, willing helpers thickened the mixture with powdered milk, then threw the mixture into the fire. Hours later it was hauled out of the ashes, after many rude remarks, and tried by its baker (who later suffered from severe indigestion). The party, after hesitatingly devouring the remains, dealt with him severely, and then sent him to bed in disgrace. Never again will this ungrateful mob enjoy a Bull damper! 
-About eleven next morning the ascent on Carlon's Head was started by our party of sevenl&a visitor from Carlon's. About half way up John was seen hanging by his eye-lashes from a piece of chain. Bill Barrel was being lacerated by David's hob-nails on his face while Bill Harrison could not see where he was going because his hat had fallen over his eyes. He ran madly all over the mountain before some one tilted his bonnet off his eyes, back + 
-over his ears, and let him see again. At one stage Jim was sitting on Ronts face in an effort to haul himself up the chains while David was performing some amazing gymnastics by clamping the chain in his teeth and swinging like a =key. Pity some talent scouts from Wirthts circus werentt there. +Strolling into Canon's next morning we were confronted with a report that ours was a mixed party! To a group of assorted fuzzy-wuzzy bluebeards this came as a great shock. Some gentleman (?) had been watching us with a pair of binoculars and, after spotting some of our company, had come to the conclusion that a few of us at least were females. Can't really blame him because one "recently" imported model wore a pink milanese shirt and a Parisian model of dirty purple, suitably adorned with scrambled egg, tilted invitingly over one eye. Our observer thought that one of our number, who habitually wears a yellow, woolly cap, was an attractive blonde! Jim Hooper clinched matters by prancing up hill and down dale taking photos. Our short-sighted friend actually thought that our Jim had legs like Betty Grable! 
-71-ell, one by one everybody clambered over the top dnd- -- murmured all sorts of things from (censored) to Eureka! We just sat and gazed at the glorious panorama stretched out before us. + 
-11, +About eleven next morning the ascent on Carlon's Head was started by our party of seven, & a visitor from Carlon's. About half way up John was seen hanging by his eye-lashes from a piece of chain. Bill Borrell was being lacerated by David's hob-nails on his face while Bill Harrison could not see where he was going because his hat had fallen over his eyes. He ran madly all over the mountain before some one tilted his bonnet off his eyes, back over his ears, and let him see again. At one stage Jim was sitting on Ron'face in an effort to haul himself up the chains while David was performing some amazing gymnastics by clamping the chain in his teeth and swinging like a monkey. Pity some talent scouts from Wirth'circus weren'there. 
-Our eyes dropped naturally to the green well of the valley from whence we had come, and strayed from the ridges nearest us spreading like an outstretched hand to the ranges in the far distance. 'With such beauty laid out before us, the warm sunshine and the sleepy, comfortable feeling of having expended some energy on a worthwhile project, how could anyone think of getting on the track? Someone did, but stipulated that we could all have lunch at Corral SwamP if we moved off then. + 
-Corral Swamp was invaded a little while later by the seven malea but they did not stay long. It seemed to be an accepted fact that we would all race into Katoomba to catch an early train. The only trouble was that everybody cheated by catching the bus to the station and we all agreed to disqualify ourselves from the minor narathon. The last the citizens of Katoomba saw of us 'was a bunch of chaps racing madly around a bend and up on to the platform. The Railway Department obliged us by supplying a special compartment. Or was it +Well, one by one everybody clambered over the top and murmured all sorts of things from (censored) to Eureka! We just sat and gazed at the glorious panorama stretched out before us. 
-that the other passengers did not appreciate our company at its true worth? + 
-mamigaa yamm..wwwwleame +Our eyes dropped naturally to the green well of the valley from whence we had come, and strayed from the ridges nearest us spreading like an outstretched hand to the ranges in the far distance. With such beauty laid out before us, the warm sunshine and the sleepy, comfortable feeling of having expended some energy on a worthwhile project, how could anyone think of getting on the track? Someone did, but stipulated that we could all have lunch at Corral Swamp if we moved off then. 
-ENGAGEMENT + 
-Congratulations to Walks Secretary+Corral Swamp was invaded a little while later by the seven males but they did not stay long. It seemed to be an accepted fact that we would all race into Katoomba to catch an early train. The only trouble was that everybody cheated by catching the bus to the station and we all agreed to disqualify ourselves from the minor marathon. The last the citizens of Katoomba saw of us was a bunch of chaps racing madly around a bend and up on to the platform. The Railway Department obliged us by supplying a special compartment. Or was it that the other passengers did not appreciate our company at its true worth? 
-.. Don Frost and Gwen Jewell on their engagement,, which was announced at the Christmas Party. May all their Christmases and the days'between be happy ones. + 
-MI I +[Illustration by Mary McGregor] 
-WOMBEYAN CAVES TRIP AUSTRALIA DAY WEEKEND+ 
-Those going on the Wombenn Caves trip over Australia Du weekend in January 1951'are advised that the-Darty will be proceeding to Mittagong, not by the 5.21 p m. train oh the'FOO.P.7 night (as shown an the Walks Progranme), but by the 8.38 ammitrain on Saturday morning. The reason for this alteration ip that the journey by car to the caves is better done in daytime rather than at night, so that the rugged country gone through aad tbp breath-taking experiences of the car ride may be all the better appreciated. +---- 
-The cost of transport from Mittagong to Wombeyan Caves gnd back again to Mittagong on the Monday will work out at two pOunds (2) per head (with a strong posbibility of a refund), and 411 require to be paid to the leader, Mr. A. Hardie, on or before Friday night, the 12th January, 1951. + 
-Another correction has to be made to the Walk 6 Programr4R. +=== Engagement=== 
-The distrance travelled will not be "Nil" as shown, but wilI'be a minus quantity, the walking being underground and not on the surface. + 
-A, McFHardie, Leader, 13/12/1950. +Congratulations to Walks Secretary Don Frost and Gwen Jewell on their engagement, which was announced at the Christmas Party. May all their Christmases and the days between be happy ones. 
-1111311113.1114.nowl.111..1...... + 
-FUN AND GAMES SECTION+---- 
-Well, we did have a Christmas Party after all. All sorts of spirits were in evidence including some very happy spirit. "Were we stagnant? The funny part was that the few critics who labelled the Club as "stagnant" and "almost defunct" were not noticed amoilg those vesent. Like the advertised 'inner cleanliness" I fancy ti0 + 
-stagnant" feeling must be a personal complaint. To those 114ppy characters who were so intent on enjoying themselves that thy nearly went through the floor of the Coronet, we promise a 4ppy, fancy and dancy New Year. ,.4 +===== Wombeyan Caves TripAustralia Day Weekend, 1951. ===== 
-Suggestions for a midwinter party or Ball, a basket danpe in the Club, plus several dances a la Ingersoll Hall are in thhands of the Social Secretary, so polish up your dancing shoes. qp. January 19th there is a dance in the Clubroom in place of tITIR Play Night. If you haven't been to one recently drop in and get shock. If you've been to a party in the last 10 years you've probagy still a party cap or sumnat. Let's make the dance on the 19th a Mad Hatter's Night. With prizes for the most original and hiporaus hats I think the results should be good - if not good oh, ':5'he more the merrier, so bring along a friend or two - if any. pe + 
-seeing you, Kevin Ardi,11+Those going on the Wombenn Caves trip over Australia Day weekend in January 1951 are advised that the party will be proceeding to Mittagong, not by the 5.21 p.m. train on the Friday night (as shown on the Walks Progranme), but by the 8.38 a.m. train on Saturday morning. The reason for this alteration is that the journey by car to the caves is better done in daytime rather than at night, so that the rugged country gone through and the breath-taking experiences of the car ride may be all the better appreciated. 
-A + 
-13.+The cost of transport from Mittagong to Wombeyan Caves and back again to Mittagong on the Monday will work out at two puunds (£2) per head (with a strong possibility of a refund), and will require to be paid to the leader, Mr. A. Hardie, on or before Friday night, the 12th January, 1951. 
 + 
 +Another correction has to be made to the Walks Programme. The distrance travelled will not be "Nil" as shown, but will be a minus quantity, the walking being underground and not on the surface. 
 + 
 +A, McFHardie, Leader, 13/12/1950. 
 + 
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 +===== Fun And Games Section===== 
 + 
 +Well, we did have a Christmas Party after all. All sorts of spirits were in evidence including some very happy spirit. Were we stagnant? The funny part was that the few critics who labelled the Club as "stagnant" and "almost defunct" were not noticed among those present. Like the advertised "inner cleanliness" I fancy the "stagnant" feeling must be a personal complaint. To those happy characters who were so intent on enjoying themselves that they nearly went through the floor of the Coronet, we promise a happy, fancy and dancy New Year. 
 + 
 +Suggestions for a midwinter party or Ball, a basket dance in the Club, plus several dances a la Ingersoll Hall are in the hands of the Social Secretary, so polish up your dancing shoes. On January 19th there is a dance in the Clubroom in place of the Play Night. If you haven't been to one recently drop in and get shock. If you've been to a party in the last 10 years you've probagy still a party cap or summat. Let's make the dance on the 19th a Mad Hatter's Night. With prizes for the most original and humorous hats I think the results should be good - if not good oh. The more the merrier, so bring along a friend or two - if any. Be seeing you, 
 + 
 +Kevin Ardill. 
 + 
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 I PAY THE PIPER. I PAY THE PIPER.
 Jim Brown. Jim Brown.
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