.xD May 1966 OF N H W<—t---- E The beginning of CORROBOR? COBBOBOREE FROG? THE CROAK? N 1 YABBA? N S BUSH BREW? BUSH STEM? WALKING WAFFLE? TEE DAMPER? ITER? The Conunittee will discuss these names and others at its next meeting, and hopes to selecttwo to put.to the vote at the Club meeting. Many thanks to all-those who have come ap with suggestions 2 and meanwhile here is a further letter and another allonTmous .communicttjon, on the subject of tiaming. To tha Editor: Thinking of 'IT' the other day; 'IT' should have its naThe recalled in its new name. Alliterations artful aid. That'.s it! Think of twowords - I.,... T..... Now-I is rather a rich vein:- lonabod incohate • . ineluctable - all valuable words absolutely laden with possibilities; infernal • . inland - inn . now there's a word to conjure with; inscrutable intangible interlocution it's all too intractable. So I went to T :- - tabloid (ugh!) tattler, (been done before) terra? There we are - "Terra Inc2ga" Not exactly I.T. but it's there and you can always find it in the title, ANON. THE_WAYFARER'S AVENGER "Indeed" he said 2 thrusting his head forward, 1 have found the perfect name for It. A very humdinger of a name "Oh", I said, backing slightly away from the pipe in his teeth, "what is it?" "We will call it the 'Wsyfarer's Avenger' and it will; mark n' words, stand non- paralleled :antong the literary journals of this world, a monument, a beacon to posterity." "I don't get the connection' I said hesitatingly. "What!" he bellowed, "a country- man who doesn't want to :ayeng? himself?" I ces, P 2 . He took his pipe from his mouth and continued in his quiet and menacing Irish brogue "Look here, at what you have in Australia, nothing but waste and destruction everyvhere. Here you have your whole landscape being cluttered up with bottles and barbed wire, trees lopped, eroded gullies, nibbled parks, and you don't want to avenge yourself on the perpetrators of all these dirty games? What are you, you blinkered civil servant youi What do you care or do about crazy great machines along the sea fronts that eat sand and spit out filth and rutile for money grubbing men. What do you care, eh?" "Well". I said, "it is difficult to direct private enterprise away from easy money making". "Nonsense" he shouted "State Legislation, that's what's lacking, and if that fails, blow them upi If we can get rid of Nelson's Column you can get rid of the bludgers." "The Wayfarer's Avenger" he mused. You can see now. What we want is not a stupid simple 'Charlie did this, Mabel did that' type of magazine, but a trumpet, a pointer, something that will carry the message of preservation of our countryside for our - children to everyone. You agree now dont you?" he said quickly waving his arms at me. "Oh yes", I said more of moment than of conviction. "Good," he said. look here" he said am not an unreasonable man. They can have- their iron mountains stuck in the middle of, the desert. where no-none wants-to go or visit in any case but take away an inc-h of beach or parkland-. and I'll jump at them. Look at.the cockies - running all those sheep. They nibble so close to the ground that the land gets blown into the sea - they're mad, why can't they farm kangaroos and use the skins and sell that beautiful meat instead of stringy old mutton?" "You know," -he, said, "people are shortsighted — and greedy" he added as an afterthought. "Why can't they see they are breaking .in a virgin land .- with so: much history in front of them why are we cursed with a bunh of politicians who say they don't have the time to. plan the use of our natural res'durces. They let 'simpletons nibble and gnaw the timber and wonder why it loses its beauty. What are we doing to conserve this land - with so much history in front of it?" "Well, a conservator has been appointed" Isafd. "No doubt an academfc without authority or money", he commented. 'I-had to agree itwas. "Then what the damn use of thatY' he cried. "One man with no backing. You need a regiment with guns to shake this lot." "Still you're off the point" he said, "you agree'The Wayfarer's Avenger' is the only title for It. Now what are you going to do?" "Well," I said, "I understood the Committee were going to decide whether ....... rI He cut me short. "Blast your committee, your talkers, your time servers;, youtve no courage and no initiative. You're wasting my time too," he said. He turned on his heel and whistling strode across the flat and went into the scrub. ANO N. NgWS FROM NEAR AND FAR Margot Cox left last Wednesday on her trip abroad. She plans to spend some time with her family in Perth and then to fly to Mauritius, Madagascar and so to East Africa. And once there? Down the Nile to Khartoum, up Mt. Kenya, around the eastern Mediterranean and overland (and sea) to London. It all sounds most exciting and exhausting and we hope to hear of her adventures from time to time. We're also losing Louise Irwin who is returning home to Canada. Those who were on the recent coast trip will remember her fishing expedition on a cold and wintry night and her stoical refusal to sleep in a hut. We will miss her practical turn of mind, engr a mended zip, and her delightful way of getting to the truth of a matter. Sue Brierley is busy walkingTasmania:but she's obviously missing us. She writes,. "My next weekend, is 14-15 May as there is an:orienthtion weekend planned. I -hope -it is as good as the one we weht on last winter in Canberra. I shall have no fears'about being cold - so far I've always been too hot in my McPherson super duper, super down. I climbed Mt. Wellington recently in cloud; snow and rain. Yes, we've had snow here already." Sorry Sue, but it sounds so much better when you say itL 1' 3. 4 Mary Hawkins writes from New Guinea that it is never the weather for bushwalking there, so she has taken up skin-diving and underwater swimming instead. She sends her regards to one and all0 Dorothy Brown is on parmanent duty on 491177, or is it '497711 .; anyway, any time you want a prayer, try either number or both Don't blame me if you get a curse and not a prayer - especially.at 2 a0m in the morning. But if you're thinking of playing a practical joke on Dorothy, don't; as you've a1eady been outdone by John Hogan who recently armed himself with two phones and connected Dorothy with her better self. 28 lb0 _PACK LIST A Sands Production, 1 Pack (as light as possible) 64 lbs3 1 Watermelon - 20 lbs. lKnife - 4 ozs.. 1 Penguin ed, of Banjo Paterson - 6 ozs, and - 1 Chris to carr y it all. But where is he? flQt_SnLr_pgyr. The omens for the trip ere not favourable; . on the Thursday morning I awoke with an ,X0 tic attadk of the dieaded Rangoon quirges; more- , oer, n nnutes before 1 was to leave for the — 1 rendeos, a starving black cat e'itered .my flat and ate half ivy meat supply0' Despite 7 these and other incident ; I joined the 25 starters .at..our chartered bus in the car . -- -t-- L"i park of the Hotel Acton One wit commented • -" c kL with Jusuice that the.- bus company had,- catered for South. African bushman rather than for Canberra bushwalkers; the seats were cramped . L and the only comfort one could'lay to one's soul was tint giants like Wevi'.;k Ward ) Roy'Hrndman and David Pentony were suffering more. The driver expressed surprise that we were not carrying suitcases; in fact it became' clear that lie had never before carried such a strange party. As we rumbled. along the 400 mile road northwards, the well-known Club nonentity, Cashman, radiated moral advice and ftittgensteinian aphorisms, Peter Ormay whisky and Resch' 's and the others 'goo±dll in various forms0 After some hours and a stop at itrrumburrah for spiritual refreshment, even the loquacious Cashman became silent and lay in the aisle wrapped in a Masonic; apron. The othem dozed and groaned in their confined quarters. Like Virgil s Aeneas it wculd give me unspeakable grief to recount the incidents of the trip, but we arrived at Coonabarabran at 5 a.m., bloodshot and in some cases hung-over0 ir head ached from frequent contact with a steel stanchion (How is this word pronounced?) while other delicate parts of my body were bruised through kicks and prods. The Johif Renshaw Highway leads from Coonabarabran to the Warrumburigle National Park 21 miles away. iaong the way it passes within 9 miles of the Siding Spring Observatory. I "conned' the driver into taking us up the 1000 feet climb to see the sun rise, a daily natural phenomenon which some members confessed they had never seen. While they gawpod at this spectacle in the east, and the view of the Warrumbungles in the west, the driver lamented lcudly that he had never had to drive the bus to such a crazy spot before,' He was advised to write it off to experience.