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 **CONTENTS** **CONTENTS**
  
-Editorpoorial 1 +|Editorpoorial |1| 
-At our June Meeting - Frank Rigby 2. +|At our June Meeting - Frank Rigby |2| 
-Your Walking Guide 4. +|Your Walking Guide |4| 
-Hatswells Taxi & Tourist Service (Advt) 5. +|Hatswells Taxi & Tourist Service (Advt) |5| 
-"Ybuse Goinl liking are yer?" 6. +|"Youse Goin''iking are yer?" |6| 
-Leica Photo Service (Advt) 7, +|Leica Photo Service (Advt) |7| 
-White Ant Borings 8. +|White Ant Borings |8| 
-"We are Lost Little Sheep" 7 Part 2. by 'Sheep Dip' 9. +|"We are Lost Little Sheep" 7 Part 2. by 'Sheep Dip' |9| 
-The Sanitarium Health Food Shop (Advt.) 11. +|The Sanitarium Health Food Shop (Advt.) |11| 
-Caloola Club Notice 11, +|Caloola Club Notice |11| 
-Letter to the Editor 12. +|Letter to the Editor |12| 
-May Walks Report - Drian Anderson 13. +|May Walks Report - Brian Anderson |13| 
-S.B.W. Reflections in a Mirror 15, +|S.B.W. Reflections in a Mirror |15| 
-Seven Weeks in N.Z. - Part V - Dot Butler 17, +|Seven Weeks in N.Z. - Part V - Dot Butler |17| 
--Back to the Thirsty Thirties - Jim Brown 232, +|Back to the Thirsty Thirties - Jim Brown |22| 
-Federation Report - June, 1957 23. +|Federation Report - June, 1957 |23| 
-Good For Skiers - Good For Walkers - Paddy's Advt, 24.+|Good For Skiers - Good For Walkers - Paddy's Advt, |24|
  
 ====== Editorpoorial ====== ====== Editorpoorial ======
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 Staff are poised for a colossal last-minute production effort. In the face of such formidable obstacles, the poor palpitating Editor has beat a cowardly retreat and begs for forgiveness, trusting that the remainder of the issue will more than compensate for the little bit lost. Staff are poised for a colossal last-minute production effort. In the face of such formidable obstacles, the poor palpitating Editor has beat a cowardly retreat and begs for forgiveness, trusting that the remainder of the issue will more than compensate for the little bit lost.
  
-Good luck and good walking.+Good luck and good walking.\\
 F.R. F.R.
  
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 Arising from the Federation Report, Ron Knightley moved that the Club officially object to the Mines Dept, re a proposed rutile mining lease at Maitland Bay. Motion carried. Arising from the Federation Report, Ron Knightley moved that the Club officially object to the Mines Dept, re a proposed rutile mining lease at Maitland Bay. Motion carried.
  
-In the general business, Tom Moppett moved that the Club donate 10 to the current publication of the National Parks Association. He said the bulletin was a follow-up of previous "Yarrawondas" and con- +In the general business, Tom Moppett moved that the Club donate 10 to the current publication of the National Parks Association. He said the bulletin was a follow-up of previous "Yarrawondas" and contained among other things the policies and aims of the N.P.A. and a comprehensive review of N.S.W. National Parks and the whole National Parks set up. It could exert considerable influence in the relevant Govt. Dept. and this was a good thing for helping the N.P.A. (and us), in getting what we wanted. Ron Knightley moved an amendment to increase the figure to 20. Frank Rigby questioned whether 20 was a bit out of proportion as there were about twenty-five donating bodies and only about 200 was required. When put to the vote, the amendment was lost and the original motion carried. The motion for a 1 donation to the cost of N.P.A. conferences was carried without discussion.
-tained among other things the policies and aims of the N.P.A. and a comprehensive review of N.S.W. National Parks and the whole National Parks set up. It could exert considerable influence in the relevant Govt. Dept. and this was a good thing for helping the N.P.A. (and us), in getting what we wanted. Ron Knightley moved an amendment to increase the figure to 20. Frank Rigby questioned whether 20 was a bit out +
-of proportion as there were about twenty-five donating bodies and only about 200 was required. When put to the vote, the amendment was lost and the original motion carried. The motion for a 1 donation to the cost of N.P.A. conferences was carried without discussion.+
  
 It was moved by Dot Butler that a letter be sent to the Kosciusko State Park Trust officially requesting the Trust to reserve the hut site selected at Perisher Valley by our Ski Hut Sub-Committee, Dave Brown explained that this did not commit us in any way, but would onwarc) that our site would not be jumped by anyone else. Motion carried. It was moved by Dot Butler that a letter be sent to the Kosciusko State Park Trust officially requesting the Trust to reserve the hut site selected at Perisher Valley by our Ski Hut Sub-Committee, Dave Brown explained that this did not commit us in any way, but would onwarc) that our site would not be jumped by anyone else. Motion carried.
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 For those who are keen on competitive events, there will be plenty of races for both the ladies and the gents, so get out your skipping ropes and be in good nick. There'll be races for the "young'uns" too For those who are keen on competitive events, there will be plenty of races for both the ladies and the gents, so get out your skipping ropes and be in good nick. There'll be races for the "young'uns" too
-so bring them along. The races will start as soon as the Sunday trippers arive in the forenoon. For those who are too old or fat to run, there will be quiet walking competitions such as the Timing Event+so bring them along. The races will start as soon as the Sunday trippers arrive in the forenoon. For those who are too old or fat to run, there will be quiet walking competitions such as the Timing Event
 and the Orienteering Event. Roll up and enjoy the fun and games. Gilt-edged Certificates for the major events. and the Orienteering Event. Roll up and enjoy the fun and games. Gilt-edged Certificates for the major events.
  
-The President has asked us to draw attention to the rule that it is necessary to advise Walks Leaders beforehand of 'intention to come on Official Walks and that visitors must not be invited without permission of the Leader. This applies to Sunday Walks as well asWeekend Walks. +The President has asked us to draw attention to the rule that it is necessary to advise Walks Leaders beforehand of intention to come on Official Walks and that visitors must not be invited without permission of the Leader. This applies to Sunday Walks as well as Weekend Walks.
  
 ====== Your Walking Guide ====== ====== Your Walking Guide ======
  
  
-DIG "EM OUT OF THE ARCHIVES\\+DIG 'EM OUT OF THE ARCHIVES\\
 The librarians have issued an appeal for several back numbers of "The Sydney Bushwalker" in order to fill in the blank spaces among the Club's copies. They are as follows -\\ The librarians have issued an appeal for several back numbers of "The Sydney Bushwalker" in order to fill in the blank spaces among the Club's copies. They are as follows -\\
 No. 183 February, 1950\\ No. 183 February, 1950\\
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 Heck, I've nearly finished this second grim episode and only covered, in all, one days walking. The Editor has warned me I'll have to end this story next month as he can't stand the loss in sales since I started writing. Heck, I've nearly finished this second grim episode and only covered, in all, one days walking. The Editor has warned me I'll have to end this story next month as he can't stand the loss in sales since I started writing.
  
-Next morning the party rose quite early, about 7 o'clock. It wasn't long before we came across a deserted farm house, then another, and another again. By this time it was Saturday night and we were on Con Creek. Manic heavens, that's two days covered, two to go!)+Next morning the party rose quite early, about 7 o'clock. It wasn't long before we came across a deserted farm house, then another, and another again. By this time it was Saturday night and we were on Con Creek. Manic heavens, that's two days covered, two to go!).
  
 It was now 2100 hours as the full moon began its slow majestic crawl across the heavens. The temperature was dropping rapidly and so was the level of all the rum bottles. One by one the Bendethra Bashers began wriggling into their sleeping bags, trying to keep those last calories of heat within their bodies, Also the thought of Heather's last statement about moving off at seven o'clock hastened our desire for sleep. It was now 2100 hours as the full moon began its slow majestic crawl across the heavens. The temperature was dropping rapidly and so was the level of all the rum bottles. One by one the Bendethra Bashers began wriggling into their sleeping bags, trying to keep those last calories of heat within their bodies, Also the thought of Heather's last statement about moving off at seven o'clock hastened our desire for sleep.
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 Crack - Crack - Crack - Thank God, someone was lighting a fire at last. Soon the flame began to lick around the frost coated wood throwing warm rays into the frozen sleepless sufferers. Now the old bushwalking tea billies appeared on the fire, their watery contents reflecting the moon and the stars in the still, dark sky. Crack - Crack - Crack - Thank God, someone was lighting a fire at last. Soon the flame began to lick around the frost coated wood throwing warm rays into the frozen sleepless sufferers. Now the old bushwalking tea billies appeared on the fire, their watery contents reflecting the moon and the stars in the still, dark sky.
  
-Yes, the impossible had been achieved. Here was a party at 5.15 a.m, cooking breakfast, packing and preparing to move off while the leader was still asleep. At six o'clock Heather's head appeared between the tent flaps only to be withdrawn suddenly. Than from inside was heard a maniacal laugh. "I can't believe it, they're up, half Packed and ready to move off and its only 6 a m".+Yes, the impossible had been achieved. Here was a party at 5.15 a.m, cooking breakfast, packing and preparing to move off while the leader was still asleep. At six o'clock Heather's head appeared between the tent flaps only to be withdrawn suddenly. Than from inside was heard a maniacal laugh. "I can't believe it, they're up, half packed and ready to move off and its only 6 a m".
  
 Just in case they changed their minds and decide to go back to bed, Heather took the precaution of moving off at a quarter to seven. Just in case they changed their minds and decide to go back to bed, Heather took the precaution of moving off at a quarter to seven.
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 Heather, George, Ern, and Brian now squat with serious faces around the map. The situation was looking bad. The map didn't agree with the country, and the country didn't agree with the map. For five minutes the puzzled blank faces stared at the map,wondering what decision to make when came the questioning voice of Rigby to Joan : "Gee, Joan, just why don't they consult me first when they have Heather, George, Ern, and Brian now squat with serious faces around the map. The situation was looking bad. The map didn't agree with the country, and the country didn't agree with the map. For five minutes the puzzled blank faces stared at the map,wondering what decision to make when came the questioning voice of Rigby to Joan : "Gee, Joan, just why don't they consult me first when they have
-a mapping problem?",+a mapping problem?".
  
 Whereupon the Leader, much to Digby's embarrassment, immediately shoved the "map" under his nose and demanded in that tone which only the gentler sex can muster, "Well, do something!". A hole in the ground underneath Digby's feet was seen to open up and swallow him in one gulp. Whereupon the Leader, much to Digby's embarrassment, immediately shoved the "map" under his nose and demanded in that tone which only the gentler sex can muster, "Well, do something!". A hole in the ground underneath Digby's feet was seen to open up and swallow him in one gulp.
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 It is not the responsibility of the camp-fire sub-committee to organise entertainment and on this point "Dedant" contradicts himself/ herself when he/she says "a rehearsed camp-fire is rarely a good one It is not the responsibility of the camp-fire sub-committee to organise entertainment and on this point "Dedant" contradicts himself/ herself when he/she says "a rehearsed camp-fire is rarely a good one
-yet he/she blames the organisers for not having rehearsed acts: It is enough for the sub-committee to arrange transport, fire-woods axes, supper ingredients, directions signs, latrines, etc.!+yet he/she blames the organisers for not having rehearsed acts: It is enough for the sub-committee to arrange transport, fire-woods axes, supper ingredients, directions signs, latrines, etc!
  
 The nail has been struck on the head, however, in suggesting that many have been struck by a wave of laziness in not contributing to the general entertainment, if even by joining whole-heartedly in the community singing. Many of the comperes have sung themselves hoarse while members lie dozing full-length in their sleeping bags, in an endeavour to get anything beyond a concerted squeak from the audience. This is probably due in some respect to the present trend towards being entertained but unable to entertain one-self either individually or in joint effort. Unfortunately our Social Programme encourages the retrograde aspect of sitting in the darkness whilst one or perhaps two do all the entertaining. The nail has been struck on the head, however, in suggesting that many have been struck by a wave of laziness in not contributing to the general entertainment, if even by joining whole-heartedly in the community singing. Many of the comperes have sung themselves hoarse while members lie dozing full-length in their sleeping bags, in an endeavour to get anything beyond a concerted squeak from the audience. This is probably due in some respect to the present trend towards being entertained but unable to entertain one-self either individually or in joint effort. Unfortunately our Social Programme encourages the retrograde aspect of sitting in the darkness whilst one or perhaps two do all the entertaining.
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 Once again the ever increasing difficulties of getting transport in and out of Burragorang Valley hindered a walk. Stan Madden's trip over Baloon Pass had to be altered as no cars were available. He finished up at Couridjah via Blue Gum Creek. Six bods were with Stan. Once again the ever increasing difficulties of getting transport in and out of Burragorang Valley hindered a walk. Stan Madden's trip over Baloon Pass had to be altered as no cars were available. He finished up at Couridjah via Blue Gum Creek. Six bods were with Stan.
  
-On Betty Sisley's Instructional Walk at Euroka, twenty three attended, seven being prospectives. +On Betty Sisley's Instructional Walk at Euroka, twenty three attended, seven being prospectives. The following weekend Alan Wilson led nine others down Fitzgerald Creek. Indeed this trip is just made for White Ants. Although Alan had morning and afternoon tea, two hours for lunch, he still kept running out of ground. The distance stated was sixteen miles, but the party all agreed it was more like eight. To save face for the Walks Programme Alan led the party back up to Blaxland thus justifying the distance stated.
-The following week-end Alan Wilson led nine others down Fitzgerald Creek. Indeed this trip is just made for White Ants. Although Alan had morning and afternoon tea, two hours for lunch, he still kept running out of ground. The distance stated was sixteen miles, but the party all agreed it was more like eight. To save face for the Walks Programme Alan led the party back up to Blaxland thus justifying the distance stated.+
  
 The last weekend found 35 trippers on the three walks. John Scott's ramble was very successful on the Shoalhaven River. However, it is rumoured that Snow was a little "browned" off on the Saturday morning The last weekend found 35 trippers on the three walks. John Scott's ramble was very successful on the Shoalhaven River. However, it is rumoured that Snow was a little "browned" off on the Saturday morning
-due to a few miles walk before breakfast - Ah, we now know his weakness. Our New Zealand friend caused a sensation by carrying buckets of water 2000 ft. up in order to have a wash at the top,+due to a few miles walk before breakfast - Ah, we now know his weakness. Our New Zealand friend caused a sensation by carrying buckets of water 2000 ft. up in order to have a wash at the top.
  
 Bev Price with twelve others on Kedumba Creek also stated that Don Reid has a similar hygiene complex, only he prefers to dive into Kedumba Creek in the middle of winter fully clothed and with pack on. Bev Price with twelve others on Kedumba Creek also stated that Don Reid has a similar hygiene complex, only he prefers to dive into Kedumba Creek in the middle of winter fully clothed and with pack on.
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 Dot Butler Dot Butler
  
-10.30 a.m. on 13th January found the four of us, together with two boxes of tucker and about 20 tourists, unloaded at Ball Hut on the Tasman Glacier. The tourists trailed up to the hut for morning tea while we squatted among the stones dividing our provisions and gear into to lots, one to be taken with us for a week up the Murcheson glacier, and the other to be left at Ball Hut and collected later for a week up the Tasman. Then with Whaka looking a bit restive, but not unduly so, (he was the only one who knew how far it was up the Murcheson to the Steffan Bivvy), we set out about 11 o'clock to cross the moraine and broken ice hummocks of the Tasman, then follow down the lateral moraine on the other side to the cleft between the hills where the Murcheson joins the Tasman. The tourist B had already 7 departed with two guides to view the Hochstetter befall (the largest icefall in the world outside of Alaska) - a couple of hours up the Tasman, and we followed, down the steep well-worn track over the grey moraine boulders which reflected the sun's heat with a burning intensity, so it was not long before we Aussies had shed our pants and socks and were walking in swimming trunks and shirts and sneakers. +10.30 a.m. on 13th January found the four of us, together with two boxes of tucker and about 20 tourists, unloaded at Ball Hut on the Tasman Glacier. The tourists trailed up to the hut for morning tea while we squatted among the stones dividing our provisions and gear into to lots, one to be taken with us for a week up the Murcheson glacier, and the other to be left at Ball Hut and collected later for a week up the Tasman. Then with Whaka looking a bit restive, but not unduly so, (he was the only one who knew how far it was up the Murcheson to the Steffan Bivvy), we set out about 11 o'clock to cross the moraine and broken ice hummocks of the Tasman, then follow down the lateral moraine on the other side to the cleft between the hills where the Murcheson joins the Tasman. The tourist B had already 7 departed with two guides to view the Hochstetter befall (the largest icefall in the world outside of Alaska) - a couple of hours up the Tasman, and we followed, down the steep well-worn track over the grey moraine boulders which reflected the sun's heat with a burning intensity, so it was not long before we Aussies had shed our pants and socks and were walking in swimming trunks and shirts and sneakers. We came unexpectedly upon one burnt out tourist resting on a sharp rock. He was well rugged up from the soles of his feet to the lobes of his ears as a protection against the sun and looked a bit abashed at our state of nature as we passed by. There has been a tradition - nothing but boots for trampers and mountaineers - ("Boots" says Snow - "The Curse of New Zealand"; ) - but we found that for valley and glacier doings bare feet or sneakers were far superior. This heresy, I am happy to say, is now being backed up to a certain extent by new settlers from Europe who have introduced rubber-soled footwear to the N.Z. mountaineers. For actual climbing I still prefer leather soled boots and nails, but one feels easier and more at home without them in the valleys.
- +
-We came unexpectedly upon one burnt out tourist resting on a sharp rock. He was well rugged up from the soles of his feet to the lobes of his ears as a protection against the sun and looked a bit abashed +
-at our state of nature as we passed by. There has been a tradition - nothing but boots for trampers and mountaineers - ("Boots" says Snow - "The Curse of New Zealand"; ) - but we found that for valley +
-A and glacier doings bare feet or sneakers were far superior. This heresy, I am happy to say, is now being backed up to a certain extent by new settlers from Europe who have introduced rubber-soled footwear to the N.Z. mountaineers. For actual climbing I still prefer leather soled boots and nails, but one feels easier and more at home without them in the valleys.+
  
 There was about a mile of rough, tumbled, broken ice to be crossed to reach the other side, and it took us several hours. We Aussies, who had now been out four weeks tramping and climbing and back-packing, were tough and fit and acclimatised, but as we looked at Whaka on his first day out struggling along under his heavy pack we thought back to our first days at Ruapehu when with one light pack containing only our lunch we had barely managed to stagger four miles up the road to sink exhausted on to the chair lift and be carried to the top of our mountain, and we wondered whether Whaka was feeling as shockingly decrepit as we had felt that day, but his unfailing cheerfulness didn't give us a clue. On the highest point of the moraine  wall opposite we stopped for lunch - a chance to lighten our packs by a pound or two. Here we discovered that Whaka, who is one of the world's chosen people for kindness and thoughtfulness, was lugging a surprise Christmas cake and a quantity of fresh fruit and vegetables put in especially for us because he "felt we would appreciate some fresh food after living for so many weeks on dehy." We had lunch, and in packing up Snow and I found that a certain amount of these luxuries somehow found their way into our packs, but we still felt unhappy about the weight Whaka was carrying.  There was about a mile of rough, tumbled, broken ice to be crossed to reach the other side, and it took us several hours. We Aussies, who had now been out four weeks tramping and climbing and back-packing, were tough and fit and acclimatised, but as we looked at Whaka on his first day out struggling along under his heavy pack we thought back to our first days at Ruapehu when with one light pack containing only our lunch we had barely managed to stagger four miles up the road to sink exhausted on to the chair lift and be carried to the top of our mountain, and we wondered whether Whaka was feeling as shockingly decrepit as we had felt that day, but his unfailing cheerfulness didn't give us a clue. On the highest point of the moraine  wall opposite we stopped for lunch - a chance to lighten our packs by a pound or two. Here we discovered that Whaka, who is one of the world's chosen people for kindness and thoughtfulness, was lugging a surprise Christmas cake and a quantity of fresh fruit and vegetables put in especially for us because he "felt we would appreciate some fresh food after living for so many weeks on dehy." We had lunch, and in packing up Snow and I found that a certain amount of these luxuries somehow found their way into our packs, but we still felt unhappy about the weight Whaka was carrying. 
  
-The lower Murcheson is a wide scoured-out glacier bed with millions of pebbles and rocks. The Murcheson River meanders in shallow scattered runnels through this, but it was half a mile away from the bluffs under which our route lay so we didn't even see it. The sun shone with ferocious enthusiasm as we laboured slowly up the valley, taking rests at intervals in whatever slight shade we could find. +The lower Murcheson is a wide scoured-out glacier bed with millions of pebbles and rocks. The Murcheson River meanders in shallow scattered runnels through this, but it was half a mile away from the bluffs under which our route lay so we didn't even see it. The sun shone with ferocious enthusiasm as we laboured slowly up the valley, taking rests at intervals in whatever slight shade we could find. When the noise of our feet crunching on the pebbles ceased it was quiet beyond belief. And hot: Goodness, if only the air which changes its course from week to week if it thinks fit, would swing over this way a bit so we could have a dip and cool off. We wouldn't mind 'even just a small trickle so we could have a drink. This craving for water began to assume fantastic proportions as the hours went by. We see Snow squinting up at the pitiless blue sky. "Do you know what?" he says, "I bet it's raining like Hell at Howden: "(If you can remember back to Pt, 1 of this story you'lI recall that Howden is the place just north of Milford Sound Where the annual rainfall is 33 ft)
- +
-When the noise of our feet crunching on the pebbles ceased it was quiet beyond belief. And hot: Goodness, if only the air which changes its course from week to week if it thinks fit, would swing over this way a bit so we could have a dip and cool off. We wouldn't mind 'even just a small trickle so we could have a drink. This craving for water began to assume fantastic proportions as the hours went by. We see Snow squinting up at the pitiless blue sky. "Do you know what?" he s,ays, "I bet it's raining like Hell at Howden:" (If you can remember back to Pt, 1 of this story you'lI recall that Howden is the place just north of Milford Sound Where the annual rainfall is 331 inch)+
  
 As we sprawled among the boulders during one of our periodic stops, suddenly Snow sat up excitedly and shouted, "Look: Water !", and Sure enough, lust a short way off shimmered a wonderful expanse of As we sprawled among the boulders during one of our periodic stops, suddenly Snow sat up excitedly and shouted, "Look: Water !", and Sure enough, lust a short way off shimmered a wonderful expanse of
 shining water. George got out his camera and I grabbed a towel -  nothing was going to stop me from having a swim - and we chased off after Snow, not noticing that Whaka Continued to lie extended in a small area of shade without moving. Snow had stopped so we were able to catch up to him..., and we wondered at the strange look on his face. "It's gone," he said incredulously in a hoarse whisper. The awful truth-dawned on us. We got down low to the hot pebbles, and there was our shining lake once more just a mirage which quivvered and shone through the fluid haze, and as we straightened up again the illusory waters vanished. Without a word George put down his camera and I put down.my towel and we both turned on Snow and thumped him. Then we returned to Whaka feeling somewhat foolish. "Ah," said Whaka from his couch of stones, "So it was only a mirage, eh'?" and his wide grin made us feel we ought to thump him too. shining water. George got out his camera and I grabbed a towel -  nothing was going to stop me from having a swim - and we chased off after Snow, not noticing that Whaka Continued to lie extended in a small area of shade without moving. Snow had stopped so we were able to catch up to him..., and we wondered at the strange look on his face. "It's gone," he said incredulously in a hoarse whisper. The awful truth-dawned on us. We got down low to the hot pebbles, and there was our shining lake once more just a mirage which quivvered and shone through the fluid haze, and as we straightened up again the illusory waters vanished. Without a word George put down his camera and I put down.my towel and we both turned on Snow and thumped him. Then we returned to Whaka feeling somewhat foolish. "Ah," said Whaka from his couch of stones, "So it was only a mirage, eh'?" and his wide grin made us feel we ought to thump him too.
  
-It was a long day, We began to spread out and straggled on in ones and twos. About sundown we made it. The little Steffan BivVy looked brightly inviting on its rocky outcrop as we trudged up the final rocks and thankfully dumped our packs. We fetched water from a clear mossy spring, cooked up a meal on a most ingenious outdoor fireplace (we had collected firewood as we came along - a few whitened roots- and some dead vegetation lying among the stones), then early to bed an we planned to be away next morning to a dkiwn start.. But before  +It was a long day, We began to spread out and straggled on in ones and twos. About sundown we made it. The little Steffan Bivvy looked brightly inviting on its rocky outcrop as we trudged up the final rocks and thankfully dumped our packs. We fetched water from a clear mossy spring, cooked up a meal on a most ingenious outdoor fireplace (we had collected firewood as we came along - a few whitened roots- and some dead vegetation lying among the stones), then early to bed an we planned to be away next morning to a dawn start. But before our bunks claimed us we took one last peep outside the hut at the purple mystery of the hills and the glittering star-haunted night - eternal verities which, while we slept, gave shape and substance to our dreams.
-INN +
-19, . +
-our bunks claimed us we took one last peep outside the hut at the purple mystery of the hills and the glittering star-haunted night - eternal verities which, while we slept, gave shape and substance to our dreams. +
-Dawn saw us up and about and soon we were on our way again plodding up the interminable moraine under the weight of our heavy packs. As we struggled along, more or less toghther, suddenly George gave a sharp cry. He had stepped on a loose rock which moved under his boot and threw him forward down a hole. His head struck a jagged rock, the blow being accentuated by the weight of his pack striking the back of his head as he fell. We rushed to his assistance. A long gash in his forhead was bleeding copiously and George looked pale and shaken. Restraining a wide-eyed Snow who was about to give George a horrifying description of his injury we staunched the bleeding and checked up for a fractured skull. It seemed all right so we bound George up with a +
-most impressive bandage and passed out a few tonic remarks, "Aren't you +
-lucky George; it's nothing. Just a surface cut. (Shut up Snow U)" +
-Whaka asked would George prefer to return to the Steffan Bivvy as +
-it was only a couple of hours back as against a whole day to reach the Murcheson hut, but "I'm all right" said George, and to prove it he +
-doggedly set off at a fast pace over the tumbled rocks I kept with +
-him in case delayed concussion might set in, and soon we had left Snow +
-and Whaka far behind. Hour after hour passed by. Away and away +
-stretched the moraine like an unending fever in the brain till there was nothing left in the world but that end less wilderness of grey and purple rocks. After interminable hours we came to the last of them and stepped out on to the hard ice of the Murcheson Glacier. George was still going strongly so we kept on, although we could see no sign of the other two, and neither of us knew just where to look for the hut. Finslly the hard ice gave way to soft snow and here I stopped to put on my pants and boots, but there was no holding George who had the bit well between his teeth. He disappeared around a distant shoulder of +
-snow, and as I was finishing lacing up my boots he reappeared shouting +
-that the hut was visible just ahead on a great mound of snow and rock. +
-So I joined him and together we struggled up the steep slope to the +
-hut and cast off our heavy packs with a sigh of relief. George had a +
-pot of tea made by the time Snow and Whaka came toiling up the slope, +
-and it was four weary climbers who ate their evening meal and lost no time in falling into their bunks and into a deep dreamless sleep. +
-The next day, although fine and suitable for climbing, we decided +
-was a rest day. We spent the time reading and talking as we lay among the hot sunwarmed rocks outside the hut. We cooked and ate huge meals. George and Whaka got to work on the construction of an ingenious waterworks. Snow (not Snow but snow) was shovelled on to the large sloping +
-expanse of sun heated rock. This melted and the resulting water was +
-led by means of short lengths of metal conduit down to a waiting +
-kerosene tin. Very effective. Whaka gave a demonstration of glissading down a snow slope on the seat of his pants - F. Winterbottom Esquire, +
-As we lay in the sun we studied and learned the names of the peaks on +
-the range opposite and selected the one we would climb tomorrow -Phyllis.' +
-20. +
-But when we woke up next day we were startled to find that the beautiful sunny weather had vanished and it was raining and snowing. We kicked ourselves for having wasted a day yesterday. However we had much fun in the hut, reading and singing and stamping around, and Whaka who is a magician of the first order, kept the troops entertained for hours. We studied the barome-,er from time to time, and were pleased when Whaka announced that to=row would be fine. It was. +
-Dawn saw four exceptional:y frisky bodies shooting down the snow slope from the hut, laughing in the early morning light. We crossed the Murcheson Glacier and embarked on the long plod up PhIllis +
-through limitless fields of snow. The weather was perfect and almost windless; the snow was in goof condition and life was a grand affair. +
-Snow viewed the world through rose-coloured glasses (metaphorically speaking). "Gee Whaka," he cr:ed enthusiastically, "This is the best day we've hadl"+
  
-My glasses coloured the landscape in beautiful amber sunshine. Whaka took his off from time so time and closed his eyes down to mere slits as a protection against the light, but none of us seemed to notice that George, finding his a bit awkward over his head bandage perhaps, had taken them off altogether and gazed on the brilliant shining landscape all the afternoon with his big beautiful eyes wide open to catch every glint of glare that was offering, with the result that when we got back to the hut after having achieved our peak and stood on the summit in brilliant sunshine with the world at our feet, George was beginning to suffer the first agonies of snow blindness. +Dawn saw us up and about and soon we were on our way again plodding up the interminable moraine under the weight of our heavy packs. As we struggled along, more or less together, suddenly George gave a sharp cry. He had stepped on a loose rock which moved under his boot and threw him forward down a hole. His head struck a jagged rock, the blow being accentuated by the weight of his pack striking the back of his head as he fell. We rushed to his assistance. A long gash in his forehead was bleeding copiously and George looked pale and shaken. Restraining a wide-eyed Snow who was about to give George a horrifying description of his injury we staunched the bleeding and checked up for a fractured skull. It seemed all right so we bound George up with a most impressive bandage and passed out a few tonic remarks, "Aren't you 
 +lucky George; it's nothing. Just a surface cut. (Shut up Snow)". 
  
-Poor George! As if a bash on the skull with a sharp rock wasn't enough to put up with without this extra affliction. The next couple of days were sheer Hell to George. We closed down the shutters of the hut to keep the light out, and in darkness and pain George sat on his top bunk and suffered without one single whisper of complaint. Snow and I, worried and perturbed, would hover round like a couple of sheep that uneasily gaze at a companion that is down: "Can we do anything for you George?" "Can we read to you George?", But Whaka, knowing that a man must go through his own particular Hell alone, just passed +Whaka asked would George prefer to return to the Steffan Bivvy as it was only a couple of hours back as against a whole day to reach the Murcheson hut, but "I'm all right" said George, and to prove it he doggedly set off at a fast pace over the tumbled rocks I kept with him in case delayed concussion might set in, and soon we had left Snow and Whaka far behind. Hour after hour passed by. Away and away stretched the moraine like an unending fever in the brain till there was nothing left in the world but that end less wilderness of grey and purple rocks. After interminable hours we came to the last of them and stepped out on to the hard ice of the Murcheson Glacier. George was still going strongly so we kept on, although we could see no sign of the other two, and neither of us knew just where to look for the hut. Finally the hard ice gave way to soft snow and here I stopped to put on my pants and boots, but there was no holding George who had the bit well between his teeth. He disappeared around a distant shoulder of snow, and as I was finishing lacing up my boots he reappeared shouting that the hut was visible just ahead on a great mound of snow and rock. So I joined him and together we struggled up the steep slope to the hut and cast off our heavy packs with a sigh of relief. George had a pot of tea made by the time Snow and Whaka came toiling up the slope, and it was four weary climbers who ate their evening meal and lost no time in falling into their bunks and into a deep dreamless sleep.
-him up his meals, and pads for his eyes, and a few quiet words of encouragement and waited - and two days later George was sufficiently recovered to move on.+
  
 +The next day, although fine and suitable for climbing, we decided was a rest day. We spent the time reading and talking as we lay among the hot sunwarmed rocks outside the hut. We cooked and ate huge meals. George and Whaka got to work on the construction of an ingenious waterworks. Snow (not Snow but snow) was shovelled on to the large sloping expanse of sun heated rock. This melted and the resulting water was
 +led by means of short lengths of metal conduit down to a waiting kerosene tin. Very effective. Whaka gave a demonstration of glissading down a snow slope on the seat of his pants - F. Winterbottom Esquire, As we lay in the sun we studied and learned the names of the peaks on the range opposite and selected the one we would climb tomorrow - Phyllis. But when we woke up next day we were startled to find that the beautiful sunny weather had vanished and it was raining and snowing. We kicked ourselves for having wasted a day yesterday. However we had much fun in the hut, reading and singing and stamping around, and Whaka who is a magician of the first order, kept the troops entertained for hours. We studied the barometer from time to time, and were pleased when Whaka announced that tomorrow would be fine. It was.
  
-WALKS NOTICE -- See Australia  +Dawn saw four exceptionally frisky bodies shooting down the snow slope from the hut, laughing in the early morning light. We crossed the Murcheson Glacier and embarked on the long plod up Phillis through limitless fields of snow. The weather was perfect and almost windless; the snow was in good condition and life was a grand affair. Snow viewed the world through rose-coloured glasses (metaphorically speaking). "Gee Whaka," he cried enthusiastically, "This is the best day we've had!" 
-Come along and enjoy a pleasant weekend cla July 27th-28th. + 
-Blackheath to Blue-Gum (car to Perryts). +My glasses coloured the landscape in beautiful amber sunshine. Whaka took his off from time so time and closed his eyes down to mere slits as a protection against the light, but none of us seemed to notice that George, finding his a bit awkward over his head bandage perhaps, had taken them off altogether and gazed on the brilliant shining landscape all the afternoon with his big beautiful eyes wide open to catch every glint of glare that was offering, with the result that when we got back to the hut after having achieved our peak and stood on the summit in brilliant sunshine with the world at our feet, George was beginning to suffer the first agonies of snow blindness.  Poor George! As if a bash on the skull with a sharp rock wasn't enough to put up with without this extra affliction. The next couple of days were sheer Hell to George. We closed down the shutters of the hut to keep the light out, and in darkness and pain George sat on his top bunk and suffered without one single whisper of complaint. Snow and I, worried and perturbed, would hover round like a couple of sheep that uneasily gaze at a companion that is down: "Can we do anything for you George?" "Can we read to you George?" But Whaka, knowing that a man must go through his own particular Hell alone, just passed him up his meals, and pads for his eyes, and a few quiet words of encouragement and waited - and two days later George was sufficiently recovered to move on. 
-Then after a night in the forest a delightful walk to Blackheath via Beauchamp Falls and the spectacular Grand Canyon. + 
-Prospectives especially welcome,+ 
 +**WALKS NOTICE** -- See Australia \\ 
 +Come along and enjoy a pleasant weekend July 27th-28th. Blackheath to Blue-Gum (car to Perry's). 
 +Then after a night in the forest a delightful walk to Blackheath via Beauchamp Falls and the spectacular Grand Canyon.\\ 
 +Prospectives especially welcome,\\
 Tickets Return to Blackheath. Leader Jack Gentle, Tickets Return to Blackheath. Leader Jack Gentle,
 Train departs 12.54 p.m. ex Central.' 'Phone XM 6121 or.LA 6041 (Business) Train departs 12.54 p.m. ex Central.' 'Phone XM 6121 or.LA 6041 (Business)
-21. 
  
 ====== Back to the Thirsty Thirtees ====== ====== Back to the Thirsty Thirtees ======
  
 +Jim Brown
  
-Jim Brown.+The fantastic wet seasons of recent years, notably 1950 and 1956, were due, of course to the Atom Bomb. And since the appearance of T.V. in Australia with its crop of antennae sprouting from roofs and chimneys, there has been a suspiciously dry spell. On this surmise, and presuming that television installations will outstrip atomic developments, we are in for a protracted drought.
  
-The fantastic wet seasons of recent years, notably 1950 and 1956, were due, of course to the Atom Bomb. And since the appearance of T.V. in Australia with its crop of antennae sprouting from roofs and chimneys, there has been a suspiciously dry spell. On this surmise, +There's another way of looking at it. Sydney's average annual rainfall, based on about a century of scientific records is roughly 47 inches. Since 1947 (ten years if you count on your fingers) there 
-and presuming that television installations will outstrip atomic +has been only one year that produced less than the normal, and several exceeded it by a matter of twenty or thirty inches. Unless we decide that Sydney's weather has become wetter and is going to stay wetter, we must expect some compensatory dry seasons. Like the present one where, up to mid June, the rainfall is 10.7 inches, much less than half the average for the 5 months from January 1st.
-developments, we are in for a protracted drought. +
-There's another way of looking at it. Sydney's average annual rainfall, based on about a century of scientific records is roughly +
-47 inches. Since 1947 (ten years if you count on your fingers) there +
-has been only one year that produced less than the normal, and several exceeded it by a matter of twenty or thirty inches. Unless we decide that Sydney's weather has become wetter and is going to stay wetter, we must expect some compensatory dry seasons. Like the present one'where, up to mid June, the rainfall is 10.7 inches, much less than half the +
-average for the 5i months from January 1st. +
-Naturally by the time this is published (if it is) the whole +
-prospect may have changed; should that be so, put this aside until it +
-becomes dry again. Dry as it was during much of the 1930's and early 1940's, when water restrictions were imposed every summer, when dry westerly winds in summer coloured the sky red with dust from the inland, when the Cox and Kowmung sometimes ceased to flow for months at a time, and their tributary creeks were bone dry boulder paths.+
  
-That's just to bring it closer hone from the walking viewpoint. +Naturally by the time this is published (if it is) the whole prospect may have changed; should that be so, put this aside until it becomes dry again. Dry as it was during much of the 1930's and early 1940's, when water restrictions were imposed every summer, when dry westerly winds in summer coloured the sky red with dust from the inland, when the Cox and Kowmung sometimes ceased to flow for months at a time, and their tributary creeks were bone dry boulder paths. 
-For there's not much doubt about it - if we go back to conditions of the + 
-Thirsty Thirties, we'll have to re-orient our walking ideas somewhat. +That's just to bring it closer hone from the walking viewpoint. For there's not much doubt about it - if we go back to conditions of the Thirsty Thirties, we'll have to re-orient our walking ideas somewhat. 
-We have all become accustomed to finding water pretty much when and where we want it, to being able to start a trip with a fine, reckless disregard of where we must caMp. It has seemed alMost an affront when a creek shown on our maps has been dry. +We have all become accustomed to finding water pretty much when and where we want it, to being able to start a trip with a fine, reckless disregard of where we must camp. It has seemed almost an affront when a creek shown on our maps has been dry. 
-Fortunately, mere droughtiness doesn't mean a cessation ot even a limitation of walking. If that were so, the numerous walking Clubs that mushroomed in Sydney during the Thirsty Thirties were off the beam + 
-0 somewhere. What it does entail is more cautious planning of trips. +Fortunately, mere droughtiness doesn't mean a cessation or even a limitation of walking. If that were so, the numerous walking Clubs that mushroomed in Sydney during the Thirsty Thirties were off the beam somewhere. What it does entail is more cautious planning of trips. Even in the driest spells of the bad years, there was always water to be found in the beds of the main Blue Mountain Rivers. The streams 
-Even in the driest spells of the bad years, there was always water to +didn't flow, much of their length was bare sand or jambled river rocks, but always there were pools to be found. That didn't apply to some of the tributary creeks, and a camp on a main watercourse was often vital. 
-be found in the beds of the main Blue Mountain Rivers. The streams + 
-didn't flow, much of their length was bare sand or jambled river rocks, +Ridge walking was (and may be again) quite a hazardous enterprise unless the ridge assuredly ended in a negotiable way down to a major stream. This business of finding a flow, or even pools, in the higher
-but always there were pools to be 'found. That didn't apply to some of the tributory creeks, and a camp on a main watercourse was often vital. +
-Ridge walking was (and may be again) quite a hazardous enterprise unless the ridge assuredly ended in a negotiable way down to a major +
-stream. This business of finding a flow, or even pools, in the higher+
 arms of little creeks was a long shot. arms of little creeks was a long shot.
-Racking the mind, I discover I've become pitifully hazy about definite permanent water in places I ought to remember. I would suggest that others who were walking in the dry era of 15 to 20 years ago may be equally vague, and it may pay dividends to look up old + 
-22. +Racking the mind, I discover I've become pitifully hazy about definite permanent water in places I ought to remember. I would suggest that others who were walking in the dry era of 15 to 20 years ago may be equally vague, and it may pay dividends to look up old magazines of the period before trying new and doubtful country. 
-magazines of the period before trying new and doubtful country. + 
-As I recall it, however, you didn't waste time looking for water in small gently sloping gullies where the stream bed was sand or gravel. A good steep declivity, with much verdant ferny growth at the bottom, held promise, and usually rewarded the battle through lawyer vine and kindred rubbish. On a hanging swamp, like Corral Swamp, which tapers gently to a sudden cliff-fall, generally gave water where. it fell over the escarpment.+As I recall it, however, you didn't waste time looking for water in small gently sloping gullies where the stream bed was sand or gravel. A good steep declivity, with much verdant ferny growth at the bottom, held promise, and usually rewarded the battle through lawyer vine and kindred rubbish. On a hanging swamp, like Corral Swamp, which tapers gently to a sudden cliff-fall, generally gave water where it fell over the escarpment. 
 There are some assured sources from near perpetual springs too. They may demand a long pursuit, or even digging, but the water was there. The very green-ness of the surroundings amongst the generally parched landscape sometimes suggested these (as witness the spring on an arm of Budthingeroo Creek on the Kanangra Road - no one has used it lately because no one walks the road now). There are some assured sources from near perpetual springs too. They may demand a long pursuit, or even digging, but the water was there. The very green-ness of the surroundings amongst the generally parched landscape sometimes suggested these (as witness the spring on an arm of Budthingeroo Creek on the Kanangra Road - no one has used it lately because no one walks the road now).
 +
 Rather inadequately, I must admit, there's no royal road to divining water, unless you have the gift of using the forked stick. Rather inadequately, I must admit, there's no royal road to divining water, unless you have the gift of using the forked stick.
-The main thing, I believe, is to adjust our attitude to the possibility that we're in for a spell of dry seasons, to acknowledge and recognise that the presence of water will govern where we go and when. Oh yes, and we should fzet it fixed in our skulls that water, like the prosperity of the Thirsty Thirties (also the depressed Thirties) is NOT 'just around the corner".+ 
 +The main thing, I believe, is to adjust our attitude to the possibility that we're in for a spell of dry seasons, to acknowledge and recognise that the presence of water will govern where we go and when. Oh yes, and we should feet it fixed in our skulls that water, like the prosperity of the Thirsty Thirties (also the depressed Thirties) is NOT "just around the corner". 
 Finally, when you do find water, don't be too fastidious. There are probably just as many dead mosquitoes, wags and other excrescences in the puddle of pale brown fluid in the next gully. But maybe you'd better boil it quite thoroughly. Finally, when you do find water, don't be too fastidious. There are probably just as many dead mosquitoes, wags and other excrescences in the puddle of pale brown fluid in the next gully. But maybe you'd better boil it quite thoroughly.
- .1.1  + 
-BELR YE  HEAR YE    HEAR YE +**HEAR YE  HEAR YE**\\ 
-Print in the words ENGLGED and BUSY across the page of Friday, 13th September in your little blue books. No, you don't have to embark on +Print in the words ENGAGED and BUSY across the page of Friday, 13th September in your little blue books. No, you don't have to embark on a voyage on such an ominous date, but surely you ARE going to the FEDERATION BALL at the University Refectory Hall. 
-- + 
-a voyage nn such an ominous date, but surely you ARE going to the FEDERATION BALL at the University Refectory Hall. +This is the BIG social event of the bushwalking year and even to be just seen there is to have made your mark. And even if you're not seen, you'll still have a ton of fun. Tickets are £1.1. each and Social Sec, Heather Joyce will be only too pleased to oblige. This is YOUR ball. 
-This is the BIG social event of the bushwalking year and even to be just seen there is to have made your mark. And even if you're not seen, you'll still have a ton of fun. + 
-Tickets are 1.1.- each and Social Sec, Heather Joyce will be only too pleased to oblige. This is YOUR ball. +**COLOUR SLIDE EXHIBITION** 
-COLOUR SLIDE EXHIBITION. +The exhibition will be held on the night of July 31st. The deadline for your entries is July 17th and there is a limit of six slides per person. 
-The exhibition will be held on the night of July 31st. The deadline for your entries is July 17th and there is a limit of six slides per person. Be in + 
-23. + 
-FEDiRATION REPORT  JUNE, 1957. +====== Federation Report June 1957 ====== 
-RESIGNATION OF PRESIDENT  +  
 + 
 +RESIGNATION OF PRESIDENT \\ 
 Mr, Norm. Allen resigned from the position of President owing to his appointment to a country school. His going is regretted. Mr, Norm. Allen resigned from the position of President owing to his appointment to a country school. His going is regretted.
-2. ST. HELENA PERMISSIVE OCCUPANCY  + 
-Due to the proposal to include the area in the Greater 0 Blue Mountains National Park scheme, Federation decided to +ST. HELENA PERMISSIVE OCCUPANCY.\\  
-defer payment of its yearly rates until it had consulted +Due to the proposal to include the area in the Greater Blue Mountains National Park scheme, Federation decided to defer payment of its yearly rates until it had consulted Mr. T. Moppett in the matter. 
-Mr. T. Moppett in the matter. + 
-3, WATCH FOUND. +WATCH FOUND\\ 
-. Paddy Pallin is holding a wrist-watch found betveen Clear Hill and Dpbert's Knob at the end of May. Inscribed on the back are the initials "M.N." or +Paddy Pallin is holding a wrist-watch found between Clear Hill and Debert's Knob at the end of May. Inscribed on the back are the initials "M.N." 
-4. TREASURER'S REPORT. + 
-" No treasurer's report was tabled. The position of the Federation's books is extremely serious and the yearly audit may be an adverse one due to apparent inattention to the keeping of regular accounts. +TREASURER'S REPORT\\ 
-WALKS INFORMATION: +No treasurer's report was tabled. The position of the Federation's books is extremely serious and the yearly audit may be an adverse one due to apparent inattention to the keeping of regular accounts. 
-Clubs are requested to submit walks reports, even if they contain only itinerary and leader's name, and 'phone number, Walks 'secretary, please note. + 
-6. PUBLICITY REPORT. +WALKS INFORMATION:\\ 
-The recenfadvertisements in "The Sydney Morning Herald" have, resulted in at least two prospective members of clubs and three members. +Clubs are requested to submit walks reports, even if they contain only itinerary and leader's name, and phone number, Walks secretary, please note. 
-7. SEARCH AND RESCUE. + 
-C.Mar. raised the question of augmenting S. & R. funds possibly by a levy (on a per capita basis) on clubs. Matter  deferred to Annual General Meeting in July. +PUBLICITY REPORT\\ 
-0 +The recent advertisements in "The Sydney Morning Herald" have resulted in at least two prospective members of clubs and three members. 
- 8. NATIONAL TRUST. + 
-. The National Trust returned the Federation's El "Affiliation Fee", advising that it did not require affiliation fees.. +SEARCH AND RESCUE\\ 
 +C.Mar raised the question of augmenting S. & R. funds possibly by a levy (on a per capita basis) on clubs. Matter deferred to Annual General Meeting in July. 
 + 
 +NATIONAL TRUST\\ 
 +The National Trust returned the Federation's "Affiliation Fee", advising that it did not require affiliation fees. 
 R. Knightly. Delegate, R. Knightly. Delegate,
 +
 THE STORK'S CORNER. THE STORK'S CORNER.
-Once again that big bird has visited S.B.W. members and brought a son and heir to Mr, and Mrs. Bill Gillam - all are doing well. +Once again that big bird has visited S.B.W. members and brought a son and heir to Mr, and Mrs. Bill Gillam - all are doing well. Congratulations. 
-Congratulations. + 
-GOOD FOR SKIERS  +
-GOOD FOR WALKERS  +
-The average bushwalker is somewhat disconcerted nowadays to walk into Paddys and +
-find the place overflowing with skis and +
-bindings, steel stockes, cane stockes and stackes with aluminium shafts. Athwart the entrance is a stand supporting gay coloured reversible wind jackets that positively +
-startle the sombre-clad walker and over on the shelves are brilliant hued mitts and gloves and ski socks. Remember those socks we'll come to them in a minute. +
-But Paddy has not forsaken the walker. He is still catered for by an ample array of rucksacks, tents, groundsheets, billies and what-have-you, and this is where the socks come in. We still have those miners +
-Pinks at 8/- per pair, but in addition we have supplies of thick greasy wool ski +
-socks which many walkers have found just the shot for winter walking. Nylon reinforced heels and toes ensure long wear. They come in all sizes from 9" to 12""by +
-half inches. +
-Red and Blue cost 16/6 per pair. Grey cost 15/- pair. +
-PADDY PALLIN PTY. LTD. 'PHONE - BM 2685 +
-PADDY PAWN +
-Lightweight Camp Gear +
-201 CASTLFREAcH Sr SYDNEY+
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