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 The Catholic Bushwalkers have been told they may buy our ex-screen if they so desire.
-Re Publicity - The meeting discussed wording of an advertisement to place in Paddy's shop to catch the public eye. Suggested wording designed to attract the solo walker, "Why be a __lone__ wolf, joir the "Sydney Bush Walkers" was-thrown out as being ambiguous and likely to give a wrong impression.
+Re Publicity - The meeting discussed wording of an advertisement to place in Paddy's shop to catch the public eye. Suggested wording designed to attract the solo walker, "Why be a __lone__ wolf, join the "Sydney Bush Walkers" was-thrown out as being ambiguous and likely to give a wrong impression.
 Sheila read out the monthly incomings and outgoings of our pennies and halfpennies. The Club listened to this tepid tale of our near insolvency without batting an eyelid.
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 Federation Report read and received. Alan Strom asked that those who hold any opinion on the form that future Federation Re-unions should take, please fill in the questionnaire provided and return it to the Club Secretary.
-Tom Moppett gave us the latest tidings on Conservation matters, and from our meagre exchequer we unanimously and without bickering voted £l donation to the Hawkesbury Scenic Reserve Fund.
+Tom Moppett gave us the latest tidings on Conservation matters, and from our meagre exchequer we unanimously and without bickering voted £1 donation to the Hawkesbury Scenic Reserve Fund.
 John Bookluck, waving a sheet of paper under our collective noses, exhorted us to notify him of walks we intend to lead, and quickly, as there is not much more space left on the Walks Programme.
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 === Morton Primitive Reserve: ===
-The Fauna Protection Panel has agreed to Eask the Department of Lands to agree to the dedication of the Morton Primitive Reserve as a Faunal Reserve.
+The Fauna Protection Panel has agreed to ask the Department of Lands to agree to the dedication of the Morton Primitive Reserve as a Faunal Reserve.
 === Wyangla Dam (Lachlan River): ===
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 Trust not finalised, but if Federation is to have its nominations accepted, then they must be amongst those recommended by the local M.L.A., Mr. J. Renshaw. Impressions are generally favourably inclined towards the Park... some enthusiastical1y. If fencing proposed is carried out the parklands should be adequately defined for management. The proposed tourist road from Coonabarabran through Mopera Gap and down the Wombelong Valley to the Tooraweenah - Baradine Road is, according to locals, under way. It would appear that any trustee representing walkers interests is likely to have considerable difficulty in retaining the "status quo" in the Warrumbungles.
-=== .303 Rfiles: ===
+=== .303 Rifles: ===
 It has been announced that the Government will introduce legislation to permit the sale and use of .303 rifles. Federation will write to the Premier acknowledging the importance of these rifles for reducing numbers when Kangaroos reach pest proportions in the Western Division, but protesting against their free use elsewhere. A liberal permit system could be arranged for the Western Division.
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 Brighten your food list and save weight with these tasty, highly concentrated vegetarian foods.
-Waltham raisins, dates, sultanas and other dried fruits - an appetising addition to porridge: for lunch: to chew on teh walk or for dessert.
+Waltham raisins, dates, sultanas and other dried fruits - an appetising addition to porridge: for lunch: to chew on the walk or for dessert.
 Nuts - almonds, peanuts, cashews - more nutrition per ounce than any other food.
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+===== Cedar Creek Capers, June 4th - 5th - 6th. =====
-CEDAR CREEK CAPMS JUNE 4TH-5TH-6TH. CiDigby".
+- "Digby".
-Out of the cosy, friendly atmosphere of the train and into tile bleak, misty blackness of a wet, winter, Mountains night tramped the five Prospective Norm Potter who had been playing rather successfully at wolf on the journey; his keeper "Bring-'em-in-alive" Ardill; ''Mulga" Mathews complete with lubra cook and dish-washer. Tine Koetsier; and last and definitely least care Yours Truly, claiming somewhat unconvincingly to be the Leader of the outfit. Poo7r; Norman had to be almost forcibly persuaded by said keeper that despite the weather, the company In all, a Cedar Creek trip still had the thin edge of a weekend on Katoomba with wine, women and song.
-The Kedumba Creek quagmire inspired nobody, and even our Casanova became ci,lite subdued as boots sank down heavily into the squelchy mess that purports to be the new road down into the valley. Did I say boots? Well, everyone enjoyed them except the Leader, who now keeps an open mind on the contention hsneakers for everythingl?' A vote of no confidence was taken when the wretched road persisted in going up hill at one stage, but we soon breathed more easily an finding ourselves at the bottom of the valley right at Maxwell's Farm. (Mt. Solitary expeditions, please note.) A camp was struck amid the trees just up from the farmhouse, and While Kevin and Norm sensibly drifted off into slumber, the dogged three fought a steady battle with a watery fire that for the most part wouldn't have kept a pre-heated thermos flask warm on a summer's day. Finally the spirit of man won through and we were rewarded with a piping hot nightcap.
+Out of the cosy, friendly atmosphere of the train and into the bleak, misty blackness of a wet, winter, Mountains night tramped the five: prospective Norm Potter who had been playing rather successfully at wolf on the journey; his keeper "Bring-'em-in-alive" Ardill; "Mulga" Mathews complete with lubra cook and dish-washer, Tine Koetsier; and last and definitely least came Yours Truly, claiming somewhat unconvincingly to be the Leader of the outfit. Poor Norman had to be almost forcibly persuaded by said keeper that despite the weather, the company 'n all, a Cedar Creek trip still had the thin edge of a weekend on Katoomba with wine, women and song.
-The morn dawned grey and forbidding and passed away uneventfully on the march to Harry's Humpy where the oranges are still bitterly undernourished at this time of the year. The sun began to shine fit, fully as we walked up that pleasant stretch of the Cox to the mouth of Cedar Creek. "A beaut spot for a campsite", chirped Normal innocently casting a covetous eye over the lush greenery of Cedar Flat. Unmoved by this bit of'whiteanting -L set my sights unswervingly on the valley of Cedar Creek and on we Pushed. After a pleasant hour and a halfls stroll up the lower reaches of this beautiful volley we settled for the junction of Cedar and Berrima-inga Creeks for our Saturday night camp. This flat grassy bank was indeed a peaceful haven, and lazing round a friendly fire where a neat tripod dangled gently-boiling 'billies of delectables (?) I mused that here was the real, tasty core of bushwalhing - if only the urban masses could see us now, how our ranks would overflow with converts.
-.
-The serenity, liowe=, was shortlied, and during the night the elements and the valley conspf_red to take our tents by force. All through the nig ht the gale rnced, but *somehow we won through. A huge dead tree near the creel:, uprooted by a violent gast, cane crashing down only a few feet from the campfire where Norman was consuming the mountain of food he calls breakfast. The imperturbable man of steel, Is cnoved, merely reached out for the newly arrived firewood, calmly romaing on the generosity of Nature who provides all things just when the:/ are needed.
-The morning's walk brought more of the grassy bank lolly sort of stuff, and then Cedar Creek began to throw out her challenge as we entered the Canyon proper. krambling up and around waterfalls, edging our way around the rocky walls of deep Pools, guessing a route among the tangled mass of boulders or rock-hopping up the bed itself added the spice. It was along this section that amost memorable ePisode of both side-splitting humour aad touching pathos was enacted. Scene: A cold, deep pool negotiable only by a slender, shaky log almost at water level. Only Tine was yet to cross. With commendable courage our femme advanced on the hazard while we waited with baited breath. After six feet of terrible uncertainty she concluded that to go forward was impossible but to go back was worse. With a great flourish of c'-j valry Don took off his shirt and singlet and started back to rescue the fair damsel in distress. Whether it was the sight of cur lifesaving hero we know not, but Tine promptly precipitated into the wetness just a moment too soon, and, thoroughly disgusted with life, waded the obstacle, shoulder-deep Part and all, leaving our hero like the proverbial shag on the rock, rejected and despised. Ah,. Frailty, truly, thy name is Woman Did you really deserve Mr. Ardill's snug pyjama coat to cover your ungrateful bosom?
-In the next breath Tarzan Potter was dumped into the torrent by an unstable swinging vine and conjectured that maybe Nature was not so all-providing after all. The mirth had barely subsided When wet sneakers on wet rocks upset the Leader's equilibriuM, and after all that I was inclined to take Cedar Creek a little more seriously.
-With lunch and the mischievous creek behind us, we made a determined assault' on the Ruined Castle and shivered through a cigarette-stop on the lee side of the summit rocks while the icy tornado raged without. The call of civilisation with its warmth was now strongly upon us, and so all haste was made for the Scenic Railway. Despite the fact that the main party temporarily lost the iLeader" somewhere or other on this section, it all ended up happily. Well, that is, for us, anyway. On later reflection I fear that the last tourist (poor undeserving soul) through the turnstile at the top of the Railway would have been far from happy. Somehow one member of our party, who must remain anonymous, failed to procure the all-important token which"lets you through. The S.B.W. behind this renegade coughed up with his, bat you know what happens when this sort of chain reaction sets in - the sucker right on the ond-stays on the wrong side through lack of rearguard support. Ah well, I guess that tourist simply must have more of the coin than lowly bushwalkers anyway.
-As the gale on the top was apparently blowing straight off the Pole, we rugged up in everything we could find and then tried to kid
-AN OLD MAN DREAMS.
+The Kedumba Creek quagmire inspired nobody, and even our Casanova became quite subdued as boots sank down heavily into the squelchy mess that purports to be the new road down into the valley. Did I say boots? Well, everyone enjoyed them except the Leader, who now keeps an open mind on the contention "sneakers for everything!" A vote of no confidence was taken when the wretched road persisted in going up hill at one stage, but we soon breathed more easily on finding ourselves at the bottom of the valley right at Maxwell's Farm. (Mt. Solitary expeditions, please note.) A camp was struck amid the trees just up from the farmhouse, and while Kevin and Norm sensibly drifted off into slumber, the dogged three fought a steady battle with a watery fire that for the most part wouldn't have kept a pre-heated thermos flask warm on a summer's day. Finally the spirit of man won through and we were rewarded with a piping hot nightcap.
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+The morn dawned grey and forbidding and passed away uneventfully on the march to Harry's Humpy where the oranges are still bitterly undernourished at this time of the year. The sun began to shine fitfully as we walked up that pleasant stretch of the Cox to the mouth of Cedar Creek. "A beaut spot for a campsite", chirped Norman innocently casting a covetous eye over the lush greenery of Cedar Flat. Unmoved by this bit of whiteanting I set my sights unswervingly on the valley of Cedar Creek and on we pushed. After a pleasant hour and a half's stroll up the lower reaches of this beautiful valley we settled for the junction of Cedar and Berrima-inga Creeks for our Saturday night camp. This flat grassy bank was indeed a peaceful haven, and lazing round a friendly fire where a neat tripod dangled gently-boiling 'billies of delectables (?) I mused that here was the real, tasty core of bushwalking - if only the urban masses could see us now, how our ranks would overflow with converts.
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+The serenity, however, was shortlived, and during the night the elements and the valley conspired to take our tents by force. All through the night the gale raged, but somehow we won through. A huge dead tree near the creek, uprooted by a violent gust, came crashing down only a few feet from the campfire where Norman was consuming the mountain of food he calls breakfast. The imperturbable man of steel, unmoved, merely reached out for the newly arrived firewood, calmly remarking on the generosity of Nature who provides all things just when they are needed.
+The morning's walk brought more of the grassy bank lolly sort of stuff, and then Cedar Creek began to throw out her challenge as we entered the Canyon proper. Scrambling up and around waterfalls, edging our way around the rocky walls of deep pools, guessing a route among the tangled mass of boulders or rock-hopping up the bed itself added the spice. It was along this section that a most memorable episode of both side-splitting humour and touching pathos was enacted. Scene: A cold, deep pool negotiable only by a slender, shaky log almost at water level. Only Tine was yet to cross. With commendable courage our femme advanced on the hazard while we waited with baited breath. After six feet of terrible uncertainty she concluded that to go forward was impossible but to go back was worse. With a great flourish of chivalry Don took off his shirt and singlet and started back to rescue the fair damsel in distress. Whether it was the sight of our lifesaving hero we know not, but Tine promptly precipitated into the wetness just a moment too soon, and, thoroughly disgusted with life, waded the obstacle, shoulder-deep part and all, leaving our hero like the proverbial shag on the rock, rejected and despised. Ah, Frailty, truly, thy name is Woman! Did you really deserve Mr. Ardill's snug pyjama coat to cover your ungrateful bosom?
+In the next breath Tarzan Potter was dumped into the torrent by an unstable swinging vine and conjectured that maybe Nature was not so all-providing after all. The mirth had barely subsided when wet sneakers on wet rocks upset the Leader's equilibrium, and after all that I was inclined to take Cedar Creek a little more seriously.
+With lunch and the mischievous creek behind us, we made a determined assault on the Ruined Castle and shivered through a cigarette-stop on the lee side of the summit rocks while the icy tornado raged without. The call of civilisation with its warmth was now strongly upon us, and so all haste was made for the Scenic Railway. Despite the fact that the main party temporarily lost the "Leader" somewhere or other on this section, it all ended up happily. Well, that is, for us, anyway. On later reflection I fear that the last tourist (poor undeserving soul) through the turnstile at the top of the Railway would have been far from happy. Somehow one member of our party, who must remain anonymous, failed to procure the all-important token which lets you through. The S.B.W. behind this renegade coughed up with his, but you know what happens when this sort of chain reaction sets in - the sucker right on the end stays on the wrong side through lack of rearguard support. Ah well, I guess that tourist simply must have more of the coin than lowly bushwalkers anyway.
+As the gale on the top was apparently blowing straight off the Pole, we rugged up in everything we could find and then tried to kid ourselves we were warm; that is, we three "weakies" did. Kevin and Norman, God bless them, set off very bravely for the station in their shorts and were able to uphold the belief that bushwalkers at least __look__ tough and intrepid, even if it is only a veneer. A good steak at the Florida, a cat-nap in the train, parting au-revoirs, a glorious hot bath, and finally wonderful, wonderful sleep in a warm soft bed. I would never appreciate this cosy niche of clean sheets and warm blankets half so much if it weren't for places like Cedar Creek.
+----
+===== An Old Man Dreams [song]. =====
+The old sailor dreams of a little island\\
+floating like an apple on the wide green sea.\\
+An apple you could hold in your hand.\\
+Turn this way and then that,\\
+Place here a tree, and there a nigger in a palm-leaf hat.\\
+He sailed all his life\\
+Till his blood ran salt as the sea,\\
+His ship was his sweetheart and his wife,\\
+and he passed many an island\\
+with no more than a glance\\
+at the bright white sand of the curved sea-shore.\\
+But now that the sailor is old\\
+He would like a little island\\
+like an apple like an apple like an apple,\\
+Just to look at and to hold.
+----
+===== Fifty-Two Years A Bushwalker. =====
+(This is written by Mr. Seabrook. of North West Arm, Sutherland, rich in years but young in heart, and a great admirer of Bushwalkers.)
+Yes, I have been bushwalking for over half a century. My trips ranged from Cape York Peninsula in North Queensland to Victoria in the South. I am about to retire to my Bushwalkers' Paradise at Port Hacking. Many years ago I secured 23 acres of land in that area at North West Arm. I picked the site from the map; then I had to find it. There was not even a bush track; I had to crawl through prickly bushes to get to it; now there is a bus route through it. I have sold some and have twelve acres left. My front boundary is the water front; my back boundary is National Park, so I cannot be built out at either end. I have a natural rock pool of tidal water 495 feet long and about a chain wide, shark proof. All round Port Hacking merciless land-owners have cut down all native trees and shrubs and have nothing left but sand and hungry grey rock. I did not cut down my trees. On one area of 8 acres I did not even cut the undergrowth for 15 years, nor allow any bushfires across it. As a result it has leaf mould a foot deep. For Bushwalking one can walk straight into National Park, or row up the river into the interior of the Park, or row to any part of its long water-front which comprises the whole northern shores of Port Hacking.
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-ourselVes we were warm; that is, we three "weakies" did. Kevin and Norman, God bless them, set off very bravely for the station in their shorts and were able to uphold the belief that bushwalkers at least look tough and intrepid, even if it is only a veneer. A good steak
-at the Florida, a cat-nap in the train, parting au-revoirs, a glorious hot bath, and finally wonderful, wonderful sleep in a warm soft bed. I would never appreciate this cosy niche of clean sheets and warm blankets half so much if it weren't for places like Cedar Creek.
-.
-FIFTY-TWO 'TEARS A BUSEWALKER.
-, (This is written by Mr. Seabrook. 'of North West Arm, Sutherland,
-rich,in years but young in heart, and a great admirer of Bushwalkers.)
-Yes, I have been bushmalking for over half a century. My trips ranged from Cape York Peninsula in North Queensland to Victoria in the South. I am about to retire to my Bushwalkers' Paradise at Port Hacking. Many years ago I secured 23 acres of land in that area at North West Arm. I picked the site from the map; then I had to find
-it, There was not even a bush track; I had to crawl through prickly
-bushes to get to it; now there is a bus route through it. I have sold some and have twelve, acres left. My' front boundary is the water
-front; my back boundary is National Park, so I cannot be built out at
-either end. I have a natural rock Pool of tidal water 495 feet long  and about a chain wide, shark proof. All round Port Hacking merciless land-owners have cut down all native trees and shrubs and have nothing left but sand and hungry grey rock. I did not cut down my trees. On one area of 8 acres I did not even cut the undergrowth for 15 years, nor allow any bushfires across it. As a result it has leaf mould a
-foot deep. For Bushwalking one can walk straight into National Park,
-or row up the river into the interior of the Park, or row to any Dart
-of its long water-front Which comprises the whole northern shores of Port Hacking.
-THE BARRON FALLS.
 - H. Seabrook.
-I enjoyed Keith Renwick's account ( in the issue of February 1953)
-of his journey to the Barron Falls, but was sorry to know_ that the hydro-electric station has reduced the flow. When I first went through that country, 46 years ago, hundreds of tons of water tumbled over the falls.
+I enjoyed Keith Renwick's account (in the issue of February 1953) of his journey to the Barron Falls, but was sorry to know that the hydro-electric station has reduced the flow. When I first went through that country, 46 years ago, hundreds of tons of water tumbled over the falls.
-After leaving the flat coastal area from Cairns, the railway
-ascends one of the steepest ranges in Queensland. The railway is more than a zig-zag; it is a convolution. I forget how many tunnels we went through. I have a Photo taken just outside tunnel No.15. The scenery is unforgettable. The jungle trees are not the monotonous grey-green eucalypts of the temperate region but a tropical flare of every bright shade from lettuce-green to funeral-green, and some are covered with brilliant flowers.
+After leaving the flat coastal area from Cairns, the railway ascends one of the steepest ranges in Queensland. The railway is more than a zig-zag; it is a convolution. I forget how many tunnels we went through. I have a photo taken just outside tunnel No.15. The scenery is unforgettable. The jungle trees are not the monotonous grey-green eucalypts of the temperate region but a tropical flare of every bright shade from lettuce-green to funeral-green, and some are covered with brilliant flowers.
-At Kuranda at the top of the Falls I went to one of the two hotels. I had hardly secured a room before I saw a magnificent butterfly sail past the window. I went out with my net and caught it It has green and black wings
-like a bird's, shaped something like this. It is called Ornithoptera (Latin for "bird- wine).
+At Kuranda at the top of the Falls I went to one of the two hotels. I had hardly secured a room before I saw a magnificent butterfly sail past the window. I went out with my net and caught it. It has green and black wings like a bird's, shaped something like this [drawing]. It is called Ornithoptera (Latin for "bird-wing").
-The lunch gong then sounded, ( 00 so I left the butterfly on the washstand.
-.
+The lunch gong then sounded, so I left the butterfly on the washstand. When I returned after lunch the ants had eaten its body leaving the wings and legs loose. Ants are very quick off the mark in the tropics. It is not enough to suspend your meat safe by a wire, you have to solder your wire through the bottom of a can, and keep the can full of water.
-ahen I returned after lunch the ants had eaten its body leaving the wings and legs loose. Ants are very quick off the mark in the tropics, It is not enough to
-suspend your meat
+In the temperate parts of Queensland you can sleep on a ground-sheet in your tent, but in the tropics you need a bunk. Besides the ants you see by day, there are species that swarm about only at night.
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+At Kuranda I visited an entomologist named Dodd, who had a fine collection of local butterflies and moths. He showed me some moths of the largest species known. They measured about a foot across. He does not catch them, but breeds them. He showed me a section of a large tree that he had sawn across. It contained a large caterpillar. When it emerges as a moth he kills it before it flies. The wings of moths are usually spoilt by brushing against leaves when flying, and you spoil them more with your butterfly-net.
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-At Kuranda I visited an entomologist named Dodd, who had a fine collection of local butterflies and moths. Ho showed me some moths of the largest species knowm. They neasured about a foot across. He does not catch them, but breeds tnem. He showed me a section of a large tree that he had sawn across. It contained a large caterpillar. When it emerges as a moth he kills it before it flies. The wings of moths are usually spoilt by brushing against leaves when flying, and you spoil them more with your butterfly-net.
 At Stony Creek Falls the railway line, strange to say, circles round outside the falls. The water drops into a chasm between your carriage and the cliff. In flood times you have to keep the carriage windows closed because the falls then shoot out further, towards the railway line.
-At Stony Creek station there were Peach trees growing on the narrow spots of land available. Passengers had thrown out the seeds. There was also a tree with beans about two feet long. A local resident who was travelling with me said, "Oh, I must get a few cascara beans". So he gathered a couple. The bean seeds are not eaten, but there is a gelatine-like partition between the seeds that acts as a cathartic. Breaking open a pod he ate one partition. A crowd of tourists in the first-class carriages were curious to know what the beans were. He told them vanilla beans. They swarmed out and
-gathered armfuls and began to e-07 partition after partition.
+At Stony Creek station there were peach trees growing on the narrow spots of land available. Passengers had thrown out the seeds. There was also a tree with beans about two feet long. A local resident who was travelling with me said, "Oh, I must get a few cascara beans". So he gathered a couple. The bean seeds are not eaten, but there is a gelatine-like partition between the seeds that acts as a cathartic. Breaking open a pod he ate one partition. A crowd of tourists in the first-class carriages were curious to know what the beans were. He told them __vanilla__ beans. They swarmed out and gathered armfuls and began to eat partition after partition. I muttered to him "For Heaven's sake warn them what those beans are!" He replied "Oh, __they'll__ find out".
-muttered to him For Heaven's sake warn them what those beans arel" He replied "Oh, they'll find out".
-THE VERY LATEST MODELS:
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---- soaTraul, e-Teoff and Barbara Greethead.
+=== The very last models: ===
+A son, Paul, to Geoff and Barbara Greethead.
 Also a son to Christa and Bob Younger.
-Congratulations to the happy. parents..
-Little Julie Frost celebratedher first Birthday with a party, and the boys brought along lots of bottles of beer - for Julie.
+Congratulations to the happy parents.
-For ever 23 years Bushwalkers have been familiar with the name Paddy Pallin. Some years ago a little reorganisation was done to separate the manufacturing and import-
+Little Julie Frost celebrated her first Birthday with a party, and the boys brought along lots of bottles of beer - for Julie.
-ing sides of the business from the retail side and the new section was named t'Paddy Made Manufacturing Company".
-Farther growth has now macle another change desirable and we have"Paddy Pallin Pty. Limitedhand "Paddy Made Manufacturing Pty. Limited".
+----
+===== Paddy Made. =====
+=== On limited companies. ===
+For ever 23 years Bushwalkers have been familiar with the name Paddy Pallin. Some years ago a little reorganisation was done to separate the manufacturing and importing sides of the business from the retail side and the new section was named "Paddy Made Manufacturing Company".
+Farther growth has now made another change desirable and we have "Paddy Pallin Pty. Limited" and "Paddy Made Manufacturing Pty. Limited".
 The change is one of organisation only. Paddy is still in sole control of both businesses and walkers can look forward to the same personal attention to their needs as they have received over the years.
-P PAW
-Lightweight Camp Gear
-CASTLEREAGH St SYDNEY
-M2678
+Paddy Pallin. Lightweight Camp Gear.
+Castlereagh St., Sydney. M2678.
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