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 AUGUST 1945 Price 6d,
-Editor: Ray Kirkby
+Editor: Ray Kirkby\\
-Production: Yvonne Rolfe
+Production: Yvonne Rolfe\\
-Assist. Editor; Dorothy Drigden
+Assist. Editor; Dorothy Drigden\\
-Assistant: Kath. McKay
+Assistant: Kath. McKay\\
-Sales & Subs: Jean Harvey.
+Sales & Subs: Jean Harvey.\\
-**CONTENTS**
+**CONTENTS**\\
-Via Broken Cart Creek, by Ruby Payne-Scott
+Via Broken Cart Creek, by Ruby Payne-Scott\\
-Data and Dopa
+Data and Dopa\\
-Message from Goodman's
+Message from Goodman's\\
-Dear "Bushies", by LAC Kan Taylor
+Dear "Bushies", by LAC Kan Taylor\\
-Agony Column, by "Ubi"
+Agony Column, by "Ubi"\\
-Cultivating our Native Flora, by "Arbores Australis"
+Cultivating our Native Flora, by "Arbores Australis"\\
-Have you ever heard of "Paddy"?
+Have you ever heard of "Paddy"?\\
-**WONDER**
+**WONDER**\\
-J. LeGay Brereton.
+J. LeGay Brereton.\\
-What is the name of that bird that sings
+What is the name of that bird that sings\\
-High in the air,
+High in the air,\\
-Deep in our hearts?
+Deep in our hearts?\\
-The swift bright flash of his crimson wings
+The swift bright flash of his crimson wings\\
-Flits in the blue sky everywhere.
+Flits in the blue sky everywhere.\\
-Out of the east I have seen him soar;
+Out of the east I have seen him soar;\\
-A light in the heart of the night he darts
+A light in the heart of the night he darts\\
-Down in the silent bush, and soon
+Down in the silent bush, and soon\\
-Under the moon
+Under the moon\\
-He pours his wonderful song
+He pours his wonderful song\\
-And fills our soul with a hope undreamed before,
+And fills our soul with a hope undreamed before,\\
-While your heart throbs by mine and we forget
+While your heart throbs by mine and we forget\\
-The limits God hath set
+The limits God hath set\\
-And wonder all night long.
+And wonder all night long.\\
+**"SURELY, SURELY, SLUMBER IS MORE SWEET THAN TOIL, THE SHORE THAN LABOUR IN THE DEEP MID-OCEAN, WIND AND WAVE AND OAR...."**\\
+Few will not have heard of the request made to the Club to vacate the rooms at 5, Hamilton Street where for about twelve years it has met on Friday nights, This unexpected necessity comes at a time when accommodation in the city is very difficult to obtain but the immediate reaction to the request is to range the corridors of one's mind and memory and the streets of the city in an attempt to find a roof for the Club, even though it be a temporary one. Without a centre where members may meet the Club must be useless and nerveless like a man with a broken spine. But a question rears its head wearing a disconcerting look of dissent - is it worthwhile?
+For some time it has been apparent that the spirit of the Club has been failing and this has been remarked upon by many members, particularly those of long standing who are in a position to compare current times with earlier periods in our history,
+A Club is a collection of people with a common object who band together so that the efforts and pleasure of each may be shared and enjoyed by all. Unfortunately, the opinion is now commonly expressed that never in the life of our Club have "so many owed, so much to no few".
+That the molten thoughts and aspirations which fired the earliest enthusiasts should harden into uninspiring slag is no new phenomenon:
+"//For each age is a dream that is dying, Or cne that is coming to birth.//"
+Perhaps it is our misfortune that we are witnesses of a Club in its death throes; if so, is it worth the effort of attempting to nurse it through a difficult convalescence to restored health? Lack of co-operation and selfishness are a cancer which grows with alarming speed until even the spirit of those people most blessed with their opposites is sapped.
+There is a considerable amount of work to be done in the Club but not more than can be accomplished if, of the 300 members, each does his share, It seems they cannot or will not, so the present crisis comes as a convenient time to give the Club its quiet when what would once have been a murder may pass as justifiable homicide and we can look unmoved and indifferent oh the course which was such an entrancing youth. Why attempt to face the burden of added difficulties?
+"//Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar...//"
+**VIA BROKEN CART CREEK**\\
+Ruby Payne-Scott.\\
+A public holiday in the middle of the week, a job just finished at work, the promise of snow in the morning air when a note from our head office arrived ordering me to take some of my accumulated leave! Bill thought the P.M.G. might be able to struggle along without him for three days and they, plus the aforementioned holiday and a weekend, would make six - one and a bit for travelling and four and a bit for walking. Our objective was Canberra to Tumut. Obviously we had no time to go astray on the tops, as is so easy in that country, so, after conferring with Maurie Berry, we decided to try to get down Broken Cart Creek, which is reputed to have once had a track along it down which machinery was taken to a big gold mine at its junction with the Goobarragandra.
+So the Tuesday night before Anniversary Day found us in the Canberra car of the Kosciuszko Express, not in the sets we had booked - for they, it appeared, had been on the __morning__ train - but very comfortably settled by a kindly guard in a carriage that had for most of the trip only one other occupant, who obligingly slept on the floor and offered us sandwiches at all sorts of odd moments.
+Alex Colley, meeting the train in the dawn, decided we did not look up to Hotel Canberra standard, and nobly took on the job of feeding us and then delivering us, well filled with wheatmeal porridge, to our old acquaintance, the mail-man, Mr. Storen. Alex, plus a bike plus quantities of food was to accompany us as far as the turn-off to Mount Franklin, for he was laying in winter supplies at the chalet.
+We said goodbye to Mr. Storen where his road crosses the Goodradigbee and after lunch, travelled the five miles downstream to camp near the hut of Mr. Bob Reed, Mr. Reed is an amazing old man - aged 70, grower of prize gladioli by the thousand, expert bushman and apparently also expert walker. He told us that night that, after visiting his daughter in Nyngan, he decided to walk home - its only 400 miles, and it was off-time for gladioli.
-**"SURELY, SURELY, SLUMBER IS MORE SWEET THAN TOIL, THE SHORE THAN LABOUR IN THE DEEP MID-OCEAN, WIND AND WAVE AND OAR...."**
-Few will not have heard of the request made to the Club to vacate the rooms at 5, Hamilton Street where for about twelve years it has met on Friday nights, This unexpected necessity comes :).b a time when accomnodation in the city is very, difficult to obtain but the immediate reaction to the request is to range the corridors of one's r1:.:i nd and memory and tho,. streets of the city in an atto?Tot to
-find a roof for tho Club, even though it be a temporary one i_thout a centre where members may meet the Club must be useless and
-less like a man with a broken ci3ineG But a question reors its head wearing a qisconcorting look of d eent- lo it voxothwhile?-
-For some time it has been a-oparent that the spirit of the
-Club has been failing and this has been remarked upon by mauy members, particularly those of long standing who are in a Tositin to coillare current times with earlier periods in our history,
-A Club is a collection of people with a common object who band together so that the efforts and pleabure of each may be shared and enjoyed by all, Unfortunately, the opinion is now commonly expressed that never in the life of our Club have "so many owed, so much to no few"
-That the molten thoughts and aspirations which fired the earliest enthusiasts should harden into uninspiring slag is no new phenomenon,
-"For each age is a dream that is dying, Or cne that is coming to birth."
-Perhaps it is our misfortune that we are witnesses of a Club in its death throes; if so, is it worth the effort of attempting to nurse it throuh a difficult convalescence to restored health? Lack of co-operation and selfishness are a cancer which grows with alarming speoct until even the s,Arit of those people most blessed with their ol;)posites is sapped.
-There is a considerable amount of work to be done in the Club but not more than c-an b- accomlished if, of the 300 membors, each does his share, It seems they cannot or will not, so the
-,
-present crisis comes as a convenient time to give the Club its quituF when what would once have been a murder may pass as justifiable homicide and we can look unmoved and indifferent oh the cornE:e which
-as such an entrancing youth. Why attempt to f.-.).ce the burden of addcd difficulties?
-nSurely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, th shore Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wav,; and o-!.ro..."
-VIA BPLOKEN C.E.',RT CREEK
-Ruby Payne-Scott.
-A public holiday in the middle of the week, a job just finished at work,
-, the promise of snow in the morning air when a rote from our head office arrived ordering me to take some of my accumulated leave! Bill thought the P.M.G. might be able to struggle along without him for three days and they, plus the aforementioned holiday and a weekend, would make six - one and n bit for travelling and four and a bit for walking. Our objective was Canberra to Tumut, Obviously we had no time to go astroy on the tops, as is ao easy in that country, so, after conferring with Maurte Berry, we dec7.d-d to try to get down Broken Cart Creek, which is reputed to have once had n track -long it down which machinery was taken to a big gold mine at its junction with the Goobarragandra.
-So the Tuesday night before Anniversary Day found us in the Canberra car of the Kosciusko Express, not in the sets we had booked - for they, it appeared, had been on the morning,. train - but very comfortably settled by a kindly guard in a carriage that had for most of the trip only one other occupant, who obligingly slept on the floor and offered us azndiches at all sorts of odd moments.
--
-Alex, Colley, metin,g the train in the dawn, ci:cidd we He: not look up
-to Hotel Canberra standard, and nobly took on th.; job of feding us and then delivering us, well filled ith wheatmeal porride, to our old acquaintance, the mail-man, Mr,Storen. Alex, plus a bike plus quantities of food was to accompany us as far as the tu-:n-off to Mount Franklin, for he was laying in winter supiolies at the chalet,
-We said goodbye to Mr.Storen where his road crosses the Goodradigbee and, after lunch, travelled the five miles downstream to camp near the hut of Mr. Bob.Reed, Mr, Reed is an amazing old man - aged 70, grower of prize gladioli by the thousand, expert bushman and apparently also expert walker. He told us that night that, after visiting his daughter in Nyngan, he decided to walk home - its only 400 miles, and it was off-time for gladioli.
 Next morning, after another call on Mr.Read for advice and boot repairs, we set off up Cooleman Creek. At his suggestion, we turned off to the left about a quarter mile up the creek in a red cutting and followed the "pack" track, which keeps to the ridge instead of continually re-crossing the creek.
-For those who might wish to make an Easter scamper of this trip (and it could be done if transport could be arranged), time could be saved by turning off to the right where a branch track is shown in the map. This ttl_cs one to Mick'i Flat, from which Mr,Red considers it should be easy to climb out to Broken Cart Clearing,
-However, we were in no hurry, so we followed the main track to wher,, tt crosses the travelling stock route not far from Peppercorn, and then set off along the T.S,B, towards Broken Cart Clearing. At this stage we acquired res-ect for drovers because, partly owing to a recent fire, the T.S.R. is mainly non-existent. We came to a very pleasant green flat but, lured on by
+For those who might wish to make an Easter scamper of this trip (and it could be done if transport could be arranged), time could be saved by turning off to the right where a branch track is shown in the map. This takes  one to Mick's Flat, from which Mr. Reed considers it should be easy to climb out to Broken Cart Clearing.
-a hut marked on the map (the night promised to be'cold), we continued walking,
-only to find that the hut is a deserted and dilapidated mine, whose pest diggings have made a horrible mess of the head waters of Broken Cart Creek. All this country was apparently rich in gold and th re are signs of past mining activity everywhere. Here we first encountered the briar rose, which presumably came with the mines, and is now as common as blackberry bushes in Kangaroo Valley.
+However, we were in no hurry, so we followed the main track to where it crosses the travelling stock route not far from Peppercorn, and then set off along the T.S.R towards Broken Cart Clearing. At this stage we acquired respect for drovers because, partly owing to a recent fire, the T.S.R. is mainly non-existent. We came to a very pleasant green flat but, lured on by a hut marked on the map (the night promised to be cold), we continued walking,only to find that the hut is a deserted and dilapidated mine, whose pest diggings have made a horrible mess of the head waters of Broken Cart Creek. All this country was apparently rich in gold and there are signs of past mining activity everywhere. Here we first encountered the briar rose, which presumably came with the mines, and is now as common as blackberry bushes in Kangaroo Valley.
-We camped by the creek, and the night was cold, judging by the ice on our water bucket next morning, and the heavy frost - though we felt nothing
-but a slight chilliness towards dawn. We felt more of the cold when, setting
+We camped by the creek, and the night was cold, judging by the ice on our water bucket next morning, and the heavy frost - though we felt nothing but a slight chilliness towards dawn. We felt more of the cold when, setting off dawn Broken Cart Creek, we began crashing through frost-covered undergrowth with the frozen ground under our feet.
-off dawn Broken Cart Creek, we began crashing through frost-covered gndergrowth with the frozen ground under our feet.
-Soon we struck what at the time we thought to be the remnants of
+Soon we struck what at the time we thought to be the remnants of the reputed track down the creek but what we now, with our greater experience, know to have been a mine-race., i e., a channel cut to divert part of a stream to provide washing water for mining operations (Bradfield's scheme for watering the inland on a small scale). You will hear more of these water races later but, for those who have never met them, I may add that they often run for miles, usually some distance above the level of the stream, and, when disused and filled with leaves, look vary like an old and eroded track.
-the reputed traGk down the creek but what we now, with our greater experience, know to have been a mine-race., i e., a channel cut to divert part of e stream to provide washing water for mining operations (Bradfield's scheme for watering
-the inland on a small scale). You will hear more of these water races liter
+We later met the man who took the air-compressor plant down to the big mine on the Goobarragandra, and learned that there never was a pack track down Broken Cart Creek - the machinery was brought out by bullock
-but, for those who have nuver met them, I may add that they often run for miles, usually some distance above the level of the stream, and, when disused and filled with leaves, look vary like an old and eroded track,
+wagon from Micalong and taken straight down the Mountain side, with the four wheels of the wagon chained and three trees on behind to brake it
-We later met the man who took the air-compressor plant down to the big mine on the Goobarragandra, and learned that there never was a -29.ck track down Broken Cart Creek - the machinery was brought out by bullock
-waggon from Micalong and taken straight down the Mountain side, with the
+Our mine-race, of course, ended at a mine - a fairly small one half way down the creek, and from there we had to make our own path. Up till then the creek had been very open, but now it appeared to narrow and drop more steeply, Hence we decided to climb out on the right hand side and follow the ridge for some way. This, incidentally, gave us a good view of the country on the far side of the Goobarragandra. The going was fairly easy (though dirty), as a recent fire had destroyed the undergrowth. We dropped into the creek again just below a waterfall, and after some further scrambling along the side of the creek, emerged on the Gooberragandre for lunch.
-four wheels of the waggon chained and three trees on behind to brake it
-Our mine-race., of course, ended at a mine - a fairly 6mall one half way down the creek, and from there we had to make our own path. Up till then
+Here was the large mine of which we had heard, and the beginnings of a well-marked bridle track, a few hundred feet above the river, which we were to follow for the rest of our trip, as it gradually broadened and finally became the main road into Tumut. Without this track the Goobarragandra would be mile-an-hour country - it is surprisingly wild. As we walked along we had several good views of Dubbo Falls. Finally we made an early camp at the first suitable place - a sheltered flat where the right-hand branch comes into the main river,
-the creek had been very open, but now it appeared to narrow and drop more steeply, Hence we decided to climb out on the right hand side and follow the ridge for some way. This, incidentally, gave us a good view of the country on the far side of the Goobarragandra. The going was feirly easy
+Near this junction are the remains of another large mine, and the track becomes wide enough for a cart. As we walked along the next morning, we were surprised to see that for miles the water-race from this mine had been cleaned out and was running - in fact, it was not till then that it dawned on us what these channels were. After a few hours' walking the mystery resolved itself. We came out on a large, very green flat with a hut, and could hear the whirring of machinery, Closer inspection showed the machinery to be an electric generator, operated by power from the water-race. The owner told us that he had cleared and extended the old race, and
-(though dirty), as a recent fire had destroyed the undergrowth. We dropped into the creek ag ein just below a waterfall, and after some further scrambling along the side of the creek, emerged on the Gooberragandre for lunch.
+was also using the water for irrigation (hence the green-ness). He demonstrated to us: the home-made valve and water-wheel operating his generator. His present generator runs hot and the lamps he is using are too low a power for efficient lighting but he is awaiting a new generator and better globes.
-Here was the large mine of which we had heard, and the beginnings
-of a well-marked bridle track, a few hundred feet above the river, which we
+Eventually we dragged ourselves away from these attractions and, filled with milk and our pockets bulging with walnuts, said goodbye to our friend, his two dogs, and Temmy the cat, and continued on our way. He had told us that eucalyptus-getters were in the neighbourhood, and we soon observed the marks of a cart, scattered tobacco packets, and the strong scent of the freshly-cut narrow leaved peppermint. I must say that, all the way down the river until we were well past Goobarragandra station, it was most pleasing to see no signs of erosion and nothing to spoil the country except for the mess left around the mines and the activities of the eucalyptus-
-were to follow for the rest of our trip, as it gradually broadened and finally became the main road into Tumut. Without this track the Goobarragandra would be mile-an-hour country - it is surprioin-ly wild. As we walked along we had several good views of Dubbo Falls, Finally we made an early camp at the first suitable place - a sheltered flat where the right-hand branch comes into the main river,
+getters and, following the latter, the seedlings appeared to be growing again almost as quickly as they were cut.
-Near this junction are the remains of another large mine, and the track becomes wide enough for a cart. As we walked along the next morning, we were surprised to see that for miles the water-race from this mine had been cleaned out and was running - in fact, it was not till then that it
-dawned on us what these channels were. After a few hours' walking the
+That day was to be our rest day, so early in the afternoon we found ourselves the ideal camp site and settled down to an orgy of washing and damper making. Bill hopefully tossed- morsels of bacon and grasshopper to trout that watched with a superior smile - alas, we had left our trout fishing too late, for the fish had been running over our feet in Cooleman Creek and further up the river.
-mystery resolved itself. We came out on a large, very green flat with a
-hut, and could hear the whirring of machinery, Closer inspection showed
+The rest of the trip offered no particular excitement - along the river the next day past Goobarragandra station end the still of our eucalyptus-getters, to camp in a spot we should not have been on, and
-.
+then into Lacmalac early the next morning to order a car into Tumut. After a few hours spent exploring the town and admiring the avenues of elms and poplars, we boarded the four o'clock train for home.
-the machinery to be an electric generator, operated by power from the water-
-race. The owner told -le that he had cleared and extended the old race, and
+//Have you ever noticed the lacy light shawls\\
-was also using the water for irrigation (hence the green-ness). He demon-
+Spread on the beach at Cronulla?\\
-strated to us: the home-made valve and weter-wheel operating his generator. His present generator runs hot and the lamps he is using are too low a power
+Op'ning and folding at every wave's will,\\
-for efficient lighting but he is awaiting a new generator and better globes.
+Foam patterns in fleecy white colour?\\//
-Eventually we dragged ourselves away from these attractions and,
+A.E.
-filled with milk and our pockets bulging with walnuts, said goodbye to our friend, his two dogs, and Temmy the cat, and continued on our way. He had
-told us that eucalyptue-gatters were in the neighbourhood, and. we soon observed the merks of a cart, scattered tobacco packets, and the strong scent
+**DATA AND DOPA**\\
-of the freshly-cut narrow leaved pepl?ermint. I must say that, all the way down the river until we were well past Goobarragandra station, it was most pleasing to see no signs of erosion and nothing to spoil the countrylexcept for the mess left around the mines and the activities of the eucalyptus-
-getters and, following the latter, the see2lings appeared to be growing again almost as quickly as they were cut.
-That day was to be our rest day, so early in the afternoon we found
-ourselves the ideal camp site and settled down to an orgy of washing and damper making. Bill hopefully tossed- morsels of bacon and grasshoerer to trout that watched with a superior smile - alas, we had left our trout fishing too late, for the fish had been running over our feet in Cooleman Creek and further up the river.
-The rest of the trip offered no particular excitement - along the river the next day past Goobarragandra station end the still of our.
-eucalyptus-getters, to camp in a spot we should not have been on, and
-then into Lacmalac early the next morning to order et. car into Tumut. After a few hours spent exploring the town and admiring the aVenues of elms and poplars, we boarded the four o'clock train for home.
-Have you ever noticed the lacy light shawls Spread on the beach at Cronulla?
-Optning and folding at every wave's will, Foam patterns in fleecy white colour?
-DATA AND DOPA
 When we record the fact that we recently saw a photo of Johnny Woods' taking doing it best to brighten a Second Class dog-box, we are not being. nasty, Perhaps the selfsame:cdmpartment was once a royal kennell.
 Now do we spitefully mention that Peter Page who has been on leave from the Army has spent quite a deal of it playing golf, You do lose your condition in the Army - Oh, no.,. isn't that what you put on?