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- | The meeting commenced at 8.20 p.m. with the President, Brian Harvey, in the Chair, and about 30 members present. Apologies were received from Paul Barnes and Heather Joyce. The President extended a welcome to Jim Cuthbertson, | + | The meeting commenced at 8.20 p.m. with the President, Brian Harvey, in the Chair, and about 30 members present. Apologies were received from Paul Barnes and Heather Joyce. The President extended a welcome to Jim Cuthbertson, |
Jack Gentle said he had been in touch with Ansett Airways. The Company was now prepared to go anywhere and Clubs were advised to get together if they wished to take advantage of the discount offers and discuss it with Mr. Brown, one of the Company officials. | Jack Gentle said he had been in touch with Ansett Airways. The Company was now prepared to go anywhere and Clubs were advised to get together if they wished to take advantage of the discount offers and discuss it with Mr. Brown, one of the Company officials. | ||
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Unfortunately Peter could not came with us and so on Good Friday we set off from Perth in the Holden Utility with another interested couple. Lunch on a gravel road running between Porongorups and Stirling Ranges, then a quick look at Chester Pass which crosses the range through a low saddle. The range itself is spectacular and vaguely reminiscent of the Warrumbungle and McPherson Ranges - a low main range with violent upthrusts of decomposed quartzite dominated on the western end by Mt. Toolbrinup and the eastern end by Bluff Knoll and Ellen' | Unfortunately Peter could not came with us and so on Good Friday we set off from Perth in the Holden Utility with another interested couple. Lunch on a gravel road running between Porongorups and Stirling Ranges, then a quick look at Chester Pass which crosses the range through a low saddle. The range itself is spectacular and vaguely reminiscent of the Warrumbungle and McPherson Ranges - a low main range with violent upthrusts of decomposed quartzite dominated on the western end by Mt. Toolbrinup and the eastern end by Bluff Knoll and Ellen' | ||
- | Asz it was getting late we decided to try the track and that last 8 miles took 1 1/4 hours, a few rude words, much pushing over scrub and bushes and a muffler for the utility before we reached the already established camp of the other four enthusiasts. They were YMCA chaps with a common love of walking, led by Peter Thorne who had started the whole thing as far as we were concerned. They had climbed the Knoll from the north side but had been beaten on another attempt from the south by inclement weather last year. | + | As it was getting late we decided to try the track and that last 8 miles took 1 1/4 hours, a few rude words, much pushing over scrub and bushes and a muffler for the utility before we reached the already established camp of the other four enthusiasts. They were YMCA chaps with a common love of walking, led by Peter Thorne who had started the whole thing as far as we were concerned. They had climbed the Knoll from the north side but had been beaten on another attempt from the south by inclement weather last year. |
As a matter of interest to web-footed walkers in Sydney, we had had one day's rain in 5 months up till Easter and consequently carried water with us, although there was a small creek running further up in the range. | As a matter of interest to web-footed walkers in Sydney, we had had one day's rain in 5 months up till Easter and consequently carried water with us, although there was a small creek running further up in the range. | ||
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* Kanangra Walls: 30/- per head (minimum 5 passengers) | * Kanangra Walls: 30/- per head (minimum 5 passengers) | ||
- | * Perry' | + | * Perry' |
* Jenolan State Forest: 20/- per head (minimum 5 passengers) | * Jenolan State Forest: 20/- per head (minimum 5 passengers) | ||
* Carlon' | * Carlon' | ||
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- A monthly walks programme report to be submitted to Committee and to the General Meeting each month. Contents - Details of the previous month' | - A monthly walks programme report to be submitted to Committee and to the General Meeting each month. Contents - Details of the previous month' | ||
- At every meeting the Walks Secretary or his deputy will announce the walks programmed for the following week-end, giving as many details as possible about each walk. The leader or his representative (a member who will be attending the walk, or the Walks Sec.) should be present on the Wednesday before his walk, so that prospectives will be able to meet the leader and any members who have indicated that they will be present. | - At every meeting the Walks Secretary or his deputy will announce the walks programmed for the following week-end, giving as many details as possible about each walk. The leader or his representative (a member who will be attending the walk, or the Walks Sec.) should be present on the Wednesday before his walk, so that prospectives will be able to meet the leader and any members who have indicated that they will be present. | ||
- | - A walks committee to draw up a list of walks of __all__ types in __all__ localities. These trips to be recorded and as time progresses any details (transport, points of interest, side trips, etc.) will be added to each listed trip, so that a very comprehensive trip catalogue will be developed. Details contained in the catagogue | + | - A walks committee to draw up a list of walks of __all__ types in __all__ localities. These trips to be recorded and as time progresses any details (transport, points of interest, side trips, etc.) will be added to each listed trip, so that a very comprehensive trip catalogue will be developed. Details contained in the catalogue |
Further details of the workings of the scheme will be submitted to members in due course. | Further details of the workings of the scheme will be submitted to members in due course. | ||
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=== Attention All Skiers. === | === Attention All Skiers. === | ||
- | We don't want to cast a hoodoo over our skiers just because Peter Stitt was unfortunate enough to break his leg up in the snow country, but hospital and ambulance expenses being what they are today, prospective skiers can obtain a policy to cover up to £100 Medical Expenses. This will give protection whilst on snow-covered ground | + | We don't want to cast a hoodoo over our skiers just because Peter Stitt was unfortunate enough to break his leg up in the snow country, but hospital and ambulance expenses being what they are today, prospective skiers can obtain a policy to cover up to £100 Medical Expenses. This will give protection whilst on snow-covered ground |
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Waterfall, Saturday. | Waterfall, Saturday. | ||
- | Hoping to stimulate Club membership I waited on the railway station this morning on the lookout for typical | + | Hoping to stimulate Club membership I waited on the railway station this morning on the lookout for typical |
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Bell, Thursday. | Bell, Thursday. | ||
- | Manufacturerst | + | Manufacturers' |
* Length: 22 feet | * Length: 22 feet | ||
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- | === Help1 Help! Help! Help! === | + | === Help! Help! Help! Help! === |
The ship is sinking! Barbara Brown has just informed us that she will be unable to duplicate the Magazine after this issue as she has taken on a second job - that of usherette at night. Barbara has done a marvellous job over the past two years and now we wonder is there someone else who would take the job on? It isn't very difficult to turn the handle. | The ship is sinking! Barbara Brown has just informed us that she will be unable to duplicate the Magazine after this issue as she has taken on a second job - that of usherette at night. Barbara has done a marvellous job over the past two years and now we wonder is there someone else who would take the job on? It isn't very difficult to turn the handle. | ||
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- | THE S.B.W. versus TASMLNIa | + | ===== The S.B.W. |
- | Round Three Digby. | + | |
- | The angels who are assigned to bushwalkers smiled sweetly on us all that Tuesday we hitched from Lake St. Clair to Queenstown. Within four hours our four separate parties had been shifted sixty odd miles over a road that carried only a modicum of eligible cars and almost as many hitchhikers. There was much to do in Queenstown - letters to be mailed, collected and read; malted milks and ice cream to be consumed in quantity; personal shopping to be done; victuals to be replenished for the Frenchman' | + | |
- | campsite to be found This latter is no pushover in a town where | + | |
- | grass grows only in pampered front gardens. Our Public Relations Officers Joan and Don, were despatched on this important task and produced the goods in next to no time - a lush vacant allotment | + | |
- | with protecting trees, a loan of the owner' | + | |
- | pubs. This was our drop of luxury in the bucket of bushwalking | + | |
- | austerity but it nearly cost us a king's ransom - we felt sure we | + | |
- | would lose our Don (Juan) to the friendly young waitress who gave us | + | |
- | double helpings. However we managed to save him from his fate by | + | |
- | all sorts of artful lures and trumped up stories of-the fickleness | + | |
- | of women. One for the S.B.W. | + | |
- | Score: | + | |
- | S.B.W. 5 | + | |
- | Clr. | + | |
- | The next day was rest day and the party minus Grace and Geof eked it out on board the most fantastic little train this side of | + | |
- | toyland. It was the Mt. Lyell Company' | + | |
- | Strahan. There were some fine views of the King River Gorge en rout | + | |
- | but the river water carrying waste from the smelters would surely put even the best pea soup to shame. | + | |
- | Thursday morn found us out on the road again with thumbs up | + | |
- | hopefully, this tiIie bound for the Cap. It must have been an angels | + | |
- | holiday that day and progress was slow, but with the help of the devil aid a few of his devious ways we managed the Frenchman' | + | |
- | turn-off in dribs aid drabs. That night we pitched camp at the Lodden River in the customary drizzle, and it is at this point I musJ | + | |
- | record the infamous episodes of the Roots end the Mossies. Now. I | + | |
- | have nothing against the roots of trees in their proper place - after all, without roots there would be no trees - but I object strongly to their sinewy tentacles weaving in and out of the only bi | + | |
- | of earth, that sacred strip of earth where one must lay one's tired | + | |
- | body. Of course my comrades protest their innocence. It was pure coincidence that they were all at my end of the tenti Why they | + | |
- | weren' | + | |
- | up like mushrooms1, Well, I would be a silent martyr, I thought, and | + | |
- | put on a brave Yogi act. Ha ha J It was a tortuous experiment. I found the body will stand just so much and after being twisted into all the letters of the alphabet it finally gives up the ghost at 27,, | + | |
- | this being some three hours after A. Worse was to follow. The | + | |
- | _ , | + | |
- | attacked in force. You'd swear it was a giant conspiracy for they wanted only me (perhaps to carry off to their eyrie). It had gone | + | |
- | far enough. The others were awakened as I engaged in a torchlight | + | |
- | battle with the invaders. The only human sympathy I could get were the uncontrollable bursts of hysterical mirth that robbed my co-. tenters of five minutes of their precious sleep. At the first light of dawn I got up on the wrong side of the sleeping bag and had no hesitation in conceding Tasmania a double victory (a sort of private | + | |
- | one). | + | |
- | | + | |
- | S.B.W. | + | |
- | All that Friday we pushed upwards in threatening weather; up | + | |
- | to Lake Vera over the Barron Gap, and at last Tahune Hut, the final goal. We had not yet sighted the peak of Frenchman' | + | |
- | never happy unless it was brewing its own dirty weather. Writings in the Hut Book like U.. been here fourdays - have yet to see the Cap" did nothing to reassure us. If we could only have seen but a short 12 hours ahead.... | + | |
- | The time was 5 a.m. I was half conscious of a movement in the | + | |
- | tangled mass of sleeping beds that filled Tahune Hut. The vague | + | |
- | green shape of Goof arose end stumbled to the window, There was an awed gasp of wonder from his lips, a moment' | + | |
- | to believe it was not a dream. Across the Tahune Lake rose the greaL | + | |
- | sheer precipice of Frenchman' | + | |
- | formed the perfect background for this majestic peak, which, as though not content with itself alone, threw its image into the glass | + | |
- | waters of the lake beneath our feet. Behind us and stretching far | + | |
- | away into the north lay the Cradle Mt, Park, its valleys filled with mist, the baseless peaks jutting up into the clear sky above. Within minutes the Frenchman had faced a veritable battery of cameras and then we were all action plus to gobble up some breakfast and climb the mountain. We had never had more incentive. | + | |
- | It was indeed a morning to remember - the great quartzite masse5 all around us as we climbed and finally the reward of magnificent summit views on every side - peeks and jagged ranges stretching away to the horizon; tiny lakes tucked away in deep valleys from which the mist swirled up in eerie shapes. Nature had never been in | + | |
- | more impressive form. Up the S.B.W. | + | |
- | Score Tasmania .. 7 | + | |
- | S.B.W. ...... 8 | + | |
- | (No correspondence will be entered' | + | |
- | It was very nearly a repeat per2ormance the nbxt morning at the same unearthly hour. Something was lacking though (I'll leave this | + | |
- | 16. | + | |
- | to your imaginations) forcnly Geof and I could dig up the desire to | + | |
- | go jaunting off again. , We explored the Lion' | + | |
- | lakes beyond the North Col of Frenchman' | + | |
- | you get scenery like this? We basked in the early morning sun and wondered - some day we might return and .... | + | |
- | It was a happy carefree stay at Tahune Hut, full of good fun anc humour. I could tell of such things as Don't Sudden collapse into the lake while posing for a picture; the full-scale clothes-washing drive that made the hut look like a Chinese laundry; the high- altitude corn that sprouted profusely from the mouths of one and all | + | |
- | the hopeful ceremonial dipping of Joan's new (ex Queenstown) hat in the sacred waters of the lake in a vain attempt to make it stiff and | + | |
- | stylish; the bushcookery experiments that were won and lost and the | + | |
- | King Billy Pine that looked like wood but burned like a lost cause. When we bade farewell I'm afraid the hut book copped a bashing from | + | |
- | my sentimental pencil, much to the amusement of the others. They | + | |
- | talked in undertones about odes (or was it " | + | |
- | On the way out we camped overnight at Lake Vera and in the morning Geof decided to straighten out the tangled and monstrous financial (or unfinancial) position of each and every member. This was | + | |
- | so eahausting that we put on the old termite act and devised an | + | |
- | artful policy of passive resistance to our leader re packing up. | + | |
- | Well, when it comes to crushing rebellions there' | + | |
- | Gdof. Order was churned into chaos in seconds; tents collapsed as if struck by a hurricane; there was water everywhere without rain | + | |
- | and bodies and their chattels littered the landscape. Suffice it to | + | |
- | say that we moved off very smartly. | + | |
- | Scene: Our overnight campsite on the lush riverside greenery at Ouse, en route to Hobart. | + | |
- | Weather: Perfect - cloudless sky all day. Time: 7 p.m. | + | |
- | General Mood: Not over energetic - delight at good fortune with recent weather, | + | |
- | Conversation: | + | |
- | Geof: You're darn tootinl right. It's under the stars for us tonight. | + | |
- | Result: Pouring rain by 2 a.m. - seven saps soaked and shivering - grumblings aid rumblings as tents go up in the dark - never again! | + | |
- | Score: Tasmania 0..0 8 | + | |
- | 0.04 8 | + | |
- | The next day we were due in Hobart whence Goof and I must return | + | |
- | 17. | + | |
- | to the workaday world while the others did a spot of touring. Despitr the rain, Joan and Don tried their luck on the highway and, of course, they immediately wound up in a plush sedan heading straight for Hobart - Public Relations Plus; (Plus what? That's what we can't figure t) | + | |
- | The rest of us, deterred by a bit of a debacle the previous day, decided to play safe and catch the bus | + | |
- | Reunited in the little Big Smoke Down Under, the 134.g Food Orgy soon got under way. Hobart is famous for its food and it all started | + | |
- | when we couldn' | + | |
- | much for stomachs hungering again for the delicacies of civilization. There were ham and tomato rolls, cream puffs, rich buns and all the usuals and unusuals defying description. Luuch consisted of a com- | + | |
- | bined multiple cake-shop-fruit-stall-milk-bar-crawl spread over about | + | |
- | two hours in which vast quantities of edibles both good and not so good for you were consumed. How we weathered that 'plane trip | + | |
- | back to Sydney was undoubtedly a miracle, and as miracles still | + | |
- | happen, I have lived to tell the tale of the S.B.W. versus Tasmania, 1956 Contest. | + | |
- | (P.S. Don't let this score business fool you We really had | + | |
- | a mighty bonno superiarer time) | + | |
- | (THE END) | + | |
- | EDITOR' | + | - Digby. |
- | ought to write to Colin, | + | |
- | I ought to write to Jane, | + | The angels who are assigned to bushwalkers smiled sweetly on us all that Tuesday we hitched from Lake St. Clair to Queenstown. Within four hours our four separate parties had been shifted sixty odd miles over a road that carried only a modicum of eligible cars and almost as many hitchhikers. There was much to do in Queenstown - letters to be mailed, collected and read; malted milks and ice cream to be consumed in quantity; personal shopping to be done; victuals to be replenished for the Frenchman's Cap trip; and a city campsite to be found. This latter is no pushover in a town where grass grows only in pampered front gardens. Our Public Relations Officers, Joan and Don, were despatched on this important task and produced the goods in next to no time - a lush vacant allotment with protecting trees, a loan of the owner' |
- | I ought to write that thing for Geof | + | |
+ | __Score__: Tasmania 5, S.B.W. 5. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The next day was rest day and the party minus Grace and Geof eked it out on board the most fantastic little train this side of toyland. It was the Mt. Lyell Company' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Thursday morn found us out on the road again with thumbs up hopefully, this time bound for the Cap. It must have been an angels holiday that day and progress was slow, but with the help of the devil and a few of his devious ways we managed the Frenchman' | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Score__: Tasmania 7, S.B.W. 5. | ||
+ | |||
+ | All that Friday we pushed upwards in threatening weather; up to Lake Vera over the Barron Gap, and at last Tahune Hut, the final goal. We had not yet sighted the peak of Frenchman' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The time was 5 a.m. I was half conscious of a movement in the tangled mass of sleeping beds that filled Tahune Hut. The vague green shape of Geof arose and stumbled to the window. There was an awed gasp of wonder from his lips, a moment' | ||
+ | |||
+ | It was indeed a morning to remember - the great quartzite masses all around us as we climbed and finally the reward of magnificent summit views on every side - peaks and jagged ranges stretching away to the horizon; tiny lakes tucked away in deep valleys from which the mist swirled up in eerie shapes. Nature had never been in more impressive form. Up the S.B.W. | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Score__: Tasmania 7, S.B.W. 8. | ||
+ | |||
+ | (No correspondence will be entered into re the referee' | ||
+ | |||
+ | It was very nearly a repeat performance the next morning at the same unearthly hour. Something was lacking though (I'll leave this to your imaginations) for only Geof and I could dig up the desire to go jaunting off again. We explored the Lion's Head and some of the lakes beyond the North Col of Frenchman' | ||
+ | |||
+ | It was a happy carefree stay at Tahune Hut, full of good fun and humour. I could tell of such things as Don's sudden collapse into the lake while posing for a picture; the full-scale clothes-washing drive that made the hut look like a Chinese laundry; the high-altitude corn that sprouted profusely from the mouths of one and all; the hopeful ceremonial dipping of Joan's new (ex Queenstown) hat in the sacred waters of the lake in a vain attempt to make it stiff and stylish; the bushcookery experiments that were won and lost and the King Billy Pine that looked like wood but burned like a lost cause. When we bade farewell I'm afraid the hut book copped a bashing from my sentimental pencil, much to the amusement of the others. They talked in undertones about odes (or was it " | ||
+ | |||
+ | On the way out we camped overnight at Lake Vera and in the morning Geof decided to straighten out the tangled and monstrous financial (or unfinancial) position of each and every member. This was so exhausting that we put on the old termite act and devised an artful policy of passive resistance to our leader re packing up. Well, when it comes to crushing rebellions there' | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Scene__: Our overnight campsite on the lush riverside greenery at Ouse, en route to Hobart. | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Weather__: | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Time__: 7 p.m. | ||
+ | |||
+ | __General Mood__: Not over energetic - delight at good fortune with recent weather. | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Conversation__: | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Result__: Pouring rain by 2 a.m. - seven saps soaked and shivering - grumblings and rumblings as tents go up in the dark - never again! | ||
+ | |||
+ | __Score__: Tasmania 8, S.B.W. 8. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The next day we were due in Hobart whence Geof and I must return to the workaday world while the others did a spot of touring. Despite the rain, Joan and Don tried their luck on the highway and, of course, they immediately wound up in a plush sedan heading straight for Hobart - Public Relations Plus! (Plus what? That's what we can't figure!) | ||
+ | |||
+ | The rest of us, deterred by a bit of a debacle the previous day, decided to play safe and catch the bus. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Reunited in the little Big Smoke Down Under, the big Food Orgy soon got under way. Hobart is famous for its food and it all started when we couldn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | (P.S. Don't let this score business fool you. We really had a mighty bonno superiarer time) | ||
+ | |||
+ | (__THE END__) | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== Editor' | ||
+ | |||
+ | I ought to write to Colin,\\ | ||
+ | I ought to write to Jane,\\ | ||
+ | I ought to write that thing for Geof\\ | ||
I promised in the train. | I promised in the train. | ||
- | I ought to write to Ian, I ought to write to Pat, | + | |
- | Here's a letter from the Alpine Club - | + | I ought to write to Ian,\\ |
+ | I ought to write to Pat,\\ | ||
+ | Here's a letter from the Alpine Club -\\ | ||
I ought to answer that. | I ought to answer that. | ||
- | I ought to write to Garth, I ought to write to Snow ' | + | |
- | The Warrumbungle trip we had At Easter' | + | I ought to write to Garth,\\ |
- | And then there' | + | I ought to write to Snow\\ |
- | HellJ What a lot of things to write! I think I'll go to bed. | + | And finalise the details of\\ |
+ | That trip with Prof. Munro. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Warrumbungle trip we had\\ | ||
+ | At Easter' | ||
+ | And I'm committed to produce\\ | ||
+ | "The Aqua Lung - Part Two." | ||
+ | |||
+ | And then there' | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | Hell! What a lot of things to write!\\ | ||
+ | I think I'll go to bed. | ||
D.B. | D.B. | ||
- | | + | |
- | We regret to hear that Vice Pres. Malcolm McGregor has bunged up | + | ---- |
- | his knee. Here's hoping for your speedy recovery, Malc. | + | |
- | 18. | + | We regret to hear that Vice Pres. Malcolm McGregor has bunged up his knee. Here's hoping for your speedy recovery, Malc. |
- | BANGUI | + | |
- | LE222:rt Vrke Syda2y_By.fh Talkers! | + | ---- |
- | Monthly General Meeting, - Geof | + | |
- | Now every Wenfsdfy | + | ===== Bang!!! ===== |
- | An' all the Talkers gather roun' an' give their zums a beatin' | + | |
- | An' "Those in favour please say Aye," | + | === A Report of the Sydney Bush Talkers' |
- | The Talkers, as it fappened, coulda took no better cue | + | |
- | !Cos lots of Walkers was away at Bet Swain' | + | - Geof Wagg. |
- | An' that's why, when we entered, the tole 'all seemed sort of Tuehed | + | |
- | When Frank Ashcan moves a motion | + | Now every Wen' |
- | Seems the Coast and Mountain Talkers puts the word on Federation An' complains: "that its Reunion is a source of consternation From the Tooligan befaviour | + | An' all the Talkers gather roun' an' give their gums a beatin' |
- | foo lets down tents an!, bangs on tins an' makes a lot of noise" An' they say because o' this the Fed. Reunion' | + | Well, usyully its pretty safe - just Conservation stuff,\\ |
- | Frank moves we gets our delegates to vote Reunions out | + | An' "Those in favour please say Aye," |
- | "' | + | But this last meetin' |
- | liquor" | + | Into our carefree walkin' |
- | Because they aren't all quite like fim when they gets on the shikker. Frank Young fe says 'a reckons | + | |
+ | The Talkers, as it ' | ||
+ | 'Cos lots o' | ||
+ | An' that's why, when we entered, the ' | ||
+ | An' | ||
+ | So we feels a mite uneasy, but we're 'ardly in our seat\\ | ||
+ | When Frank Ashcan moves a motion | ||
+ | |||
+ | Seems the Coast and Mountain Talkers puts the word on Federation\\ | ||
+ | An' complains: "that its Reunion is a source of consternation\\ | ||
+ | From the ' | ||
+ | ' | ||
+ | An' they say because o' this the Fed. Reunion' | ||
+ | An' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Frank moves we gets our delegates to vote Reunions out\\ | ||
+ | "' | ||
+ | An' | ||
+ | Because they aren't all quite like ' | ||
+ | Frank Young ' | ||
An' lots uv other people adds their voices to the fight. | An' lots uv other people adds their voices to the fight. | ||
- | An' Snow Brown says 'a isn't sure if fe's in order 'era, | + | |
- | But fe thinks they 'old Reunions at the wrong time of the -year. So the President informs | + | An' Snow Brown says 'e isn't sure if 'e's in order 'ere,\\ |
- | Yet when at last we gets a vote ' | + | But ' |
- | Then the President | + | So the President informs |
- | Not many takes Tim serious - they all laughs, anyway - But Frank Ashcan recons | + | " |
- | So fo 'olds forth far a while until the Pres. says, as a notion | + | Then Frank Ashcan in 'is summin' |
- | "Good-ohs" says Frank, "alal ' | + | Yet when at last we gets a vote ' |
- | Frank' | + | For it's " |
- | Well, there' | + | Too good a reputation to be finished by a noise1 |
- | It seems as !ow !e doesn' | + | |
- | An! te says, in !is opinion, " | + | Then the President |
- | So moves :at to accomplish this an' save our finance | + | When we 'ears is propasishun |
- | Then Jim Brown To louts 'is spoke in; with the feclin's gettin' | + | Because 'e says 'at, in the old days, when the club was just a squirt,\\ |
- | An! explains t! Mr. Ashcan, | + | On trips y' |
- | But I still doubt if he'll see it far y! know, " | + | Then the leader |
- | We relaxes while the Walks Sec. gets the meetin! on !is back; | + | An' ' |
- | Seems !is programme' | + | |
- | An! !e clears | + | Not many takes ' |
- | 'arc's a bloke loos if just talkin! could insure yer right t! fames Then mighty gales uv 'is own breath would echo with 'is name. But sad it is frum deeds alone y' gets yer earthly praise - | + | But Frank Ashcan recons |
- | le's raised no 'and to 'alp the Club in all !is walkin! days. Yet !ere 70 sees 'is duty plain an' moves a motion short: "Next month the Walks Sec. should produce a co!erunt report On where the programme is, t: get it overdue so far" - Perlaps | + | So ' |
- | Well, no one wants to argue - those in favour all say " | + | ' |
- | 20. | + | |
- | But it wasn't just is sentimonts tat' | + | "Good-oh," says Frank, "an' |
- | Ant yet, we wou]dlitt , | + | I move we leaves the big decision to th' |
- | An' it's not us too sfLtsfl watc7iuc; hinter:, | + | Then we 'ears a few more speakers |
- | But same other cove too creeps in late ant sends fr | + | An' it's the first time 'at I knows of 'at I've raised me 'and with Frank' |
- | Still, | + | |
- | fat's a bit rough on Snow," I thinks. 1,),It Jack -_,ohs vory grave ant soz 'at we're an adult club'ant so we should | + | Well, there' |
- | Like grown-ups do; (which | + | Then Alex Colley' |
- | le snatches up the gauntlet an' | + | It seems as 'ow 'e doesn' |
- | But blessed are the peacemakers, | + | Out donations to th' Bushwakkers with reckerless abandon\\ |
- | too says that now they' | + | An' ' |
- | With which the meetint | + | An' |
- | Only.....we don't feel so merry, 'cause it seams there' | + | |
- | wrong,.. There' | + | So moves 'at to accomplish this an' save our finance |
- | An' I seem to see tem shapint allour.Walkers to a mould | + | We itimise |
- | -Until they looks jist like poor Jack, as sour...ant crabbedmani | + | Someone moves a slight amendment on the form 'at it should take,\\ |
- | That's why it seems a big mistake. ..What are the?- th4.nktrt | + | An' |
- | FORTHCOMING SOCIAL EVENTS. | + | Frank Ashcan |
- | Wed. June 20th GREECh | + | An' |
- | Wed. June 27th ELLCK-AND-IITITE PHOTOGRAPHIC COMPETITION ER:MEM. yAlKs PROGRAMME | + | An ' |
- | 13/14/15th July Frank Rigby - read Frank Young | + | Why the Bushwakkers don't just get paid like any other band. |
- | 21. | + | |
- | THE WEDDING OF BETTY SWAIN _TO PETER ARMSTRONG | + | Then Jim Brown 'e puts __' |
+ | ' | ||
+ | An' | ||
+ | But I still doubt if he'll see it fer y' | ||
+ | There's a few more verbal | ||
+ | An' | ||
+ | |||
+ | We relaxes while the Walks Sec. gets the meetin' | ||
+ | Seems 'is programme' | ||
+ | The President frowns down at 'im an' | ||
+ | An' | ||
+ | As this hinfernal | ||
+ | But the culprit | ||
+ | |||
+ | An' 'e clears | ||
+ | Then the Pres. ' | ||
+ | An' says, "Cor strike me ' | ||
+ | While the Secretary | ||
+ | At which the Walks Sec., 'oo's subsided, sinks down lower in ' | ||
+ | But Mister Robert Abernethy scrambles to 'is feet. | ||
+ | |||
+ | 'ere's a bloke ' | ||
+ | Then mighty gales uv 'is own breath would echo with 'is name.\\ | ||
+ | But sad it is frum deeds alone y' gets yer earthly praise -\\ | ||
+ | 'e's raised no 'and to 'elp the Club in all 'is walkin' | ||
+ | Yet 'ere ' | ||
+ | "Next month the Walks Sec. should produce a co'erunt report\\ | ||
+ | On where the programme is, t' | ||
+ | Per' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Well, no one wants to argue - those in favour all say " | ||
+ | The meetin' | ||
+ | When Old Jack Wren, that bitter | ||
+ | In the name o' "Law an' | ||
+ | |||
+ | But it wasn't just 'is sentiments | ||
+ | 'Cause some o' | ||
+ | 'E says ' | ||
+ | An' | ||
+ | Or kick ' | ||
+ | Well, we still thinks this part funny, | ||
+ | |||
+ | An' | ||
+ | Except | ||
+ | An' it's not __us__ 'oo sits an' watches 'at hinterrupts | ||
+ | But some other cove ' | ||
+ | Still, | ||
+ | But then ' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "' | ||
+ | An' sez 'at we're an adult club an' so we should | ||
+ | Like grown-ups do; (which | ||
+ | On'y jist a bit more vicious - NO! We won' | ||
+ | But ' | ||
+ | Well, y' | ||
+ | The Walks Sec. ' | ||
+ | 'cause Walkers won't be bullied, an' I can tell yer flat\\ | ||
+ | 'at all yer plans 'll come to nort!" | ||
+ | ' | ||
+ | An' | ||
+ | But blessed are the peacemakers, | ||
+ | ' | ||
+ | But Jack Wren, the old pessamist, | ||
+ | So when we 'as a vote on it, the motion wins the day,\\ | ||
+ | With which the meetin' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Only..... we don't feel so merry, 'cause it seems there' | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | An' I seem to see 'em shapin' | ||
+ | Until they looks jist like poor Jack, as sour... | ||
+ | Imagine cramping all Stitt' | ||
+ | Or masking Garth' | ||
+ | Or Dot, or Snow, or Putt, or Stan - there __' | ||
+ | The Club' | ||
+ | |||
+ | That's why it seems a big mistake.... What are they thinkin' | ||
+ | Because, it's like Tom Moppett says, " | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | === Forthcoming Social Events. === | ||
+ | |||
+ | Wed. June 20th: Greece | ||
+ | |||
+ | Wed. June 27th: Black-and-white Photographic Competition. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | === Errata: Walks Programme. === | ||
+ | |||
+ | 13/14/15th July: Frank Rigby - read Frank Young. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | ===== The Wedding Of Betty Swain To Peter Armstrong. ===== | ||
- Dot Butler | - Dot Butler | ||
- | The trouble was my mind was straying and I was carried on past Vaucluse before I woke up to where I was and leapt out of the bus. The church bells had stopped ringing as I came chasing back through the windy blue darkness along the shadowy serpentine above the bay. There rose the dark pile of stones that was St.Michaells, a gleam of soft yellow light at the entrance. I crushed my hat on to my head, shook my skirt straight, took a deep breath and stepped | + | |
+ | The trouble was my mind was straying and I was carried on past Vaucluse before I woke up to where I was and leapt out of the bus. The church bells had stopped ringing as I came chasing back through the windy blue darkness along the shadowy serpentine above the bay. There rose the dark pile of stones that was St. Michael' | ||
And suddenly there was silence. | And suddenly there was silence. | ||
- | Outside the wind might call, the lights glare, | + | |
- | Down there in front was a pink-petalled bridesmaid and a little flower girl, and over there the earnest serious profile | + | Outside the wind might call, the lights glare, |
- | The two young people were kneeling high up in front. The priest' | + | |
- | 'And then the book, mad I didn't here, I felt, was their first steps through green, pie up sUnkissed, | + | Down there in front was a pink-petalled bridesmaid and a little flower girl, and over there the earnest serious profile |
- | " | + | |
- | All the world and we two, end Heaven be our stay. | + | The two young people were kneeling high up in front. The priest' |
- | What's the world, my lass, my love; what can it do? I an thine and thou art mine; life is fresh and new. | + | |
- | Take a kiss from me, my lass - Now the song begins... Life was made afresh for us and the brave heart wins. | + | And then the voice stopped and they had gone out to sign the book, and I didn' |
- | If the darker days should come when no sun will shine Thou wilt dry my tears, my lass, end I'll dry thinIt's we two, it's we two, While the world' | + | |
- | 1 | + | " |
- | P7Z. | + | All the world and we two, and Heaven be our stay. |
- | A h | + | |
- | II | + | What's the world, my lass, my love; what can it do?\\ |
- | PI I | + | I am thine and thou art mine; life is fresh and new. |
- | MORE ABOUT | + | |
- | From Jamberoo | + | Take a kiss from me, my lass - Now the song begins...\\ |
- | No, not the nanny, | + | Life was made afresh for us and the brave heart wins. |
- | Above all else it must have VV0I.T | + | |
- | It must have W.I.T. ' | + | If the darker days should come when no sun will shine\\ |
- | Mind you see it Ts just the ticket Because it has to hold Ben Rickett." | + | Thou wilt dry my tears, my lass, and I'll dry thine. |
- | The collar was made stout and strong And it was 30 inches long... | + | |
- | Strong enough to hold a steer | + | It's we two, it's we two, While the world' |
- | But Ben looked at it with a sneer. "How dare they hold me back in chains When love is surging through my volnsl" A mighty heave - It cane away And Ben' | + | Hand in hand together, lass, on our wedding day." |
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
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+ | |||
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+ | No, not the nanny, | ||
+ | I want a strong one for the billy.\\ | ||
+ | 30 inches is the fit,\\ | ||
+ | Above all else it must have W.I.T\\ | ||
+ | It must have W.I.T. ' | ||
+ | It must be 30 inches long.\\ | ||
+ | Mind you see it' | ||
+ | Because it has to hold Ben Rickett." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The collar was made stout and strong\\ | ||
+ | And it was 30 inches long...\\ | ||
+ | Strong enough to hold a steer\\ | ||
+ | But Ben looked at it with a sneer.\\ | ||
+ | "How dare they hold me back in chains\\ | ||
+ | When love is surging through my veins!"\\ | ||
+ | A mighty heave - It came away\\ | ||
+ | And Ben was loose to love and play.\\ | ||
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The collar just did not have W.I.T. | The collar just did not have W.I.T. | ||
- | " | ||
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+ | A __double__ collar now adorns\\ | ||
+ | Ben Rickett' | ||
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+ | __If aught proves weak we strengthen it__! | ||
+ | |||
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