A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO
ALL OUR READERS ALL OVER THE WORLD
Contents
The Cavers Calendar.
The following is reprinted from a calendar issued by G.
Platten in 1947, and was written by P.E. Cleator.
January Overhaul
all tackle in preparation for the coming season. Throw out old rope, sandwiches, cigarette
ends, etc. Rather than waste any
doubtful lumps of calcium carbide, thoroughly mix with your wifes favourite
bath salts.
February Continue the overhauling process, polishing up boots,
buttons, and cuss words. Recapture your
old form by assiduously practising striking of matches, the lighting of
candles, the putting on of boots, taking of a bath, etc.
March Still
in preparation for the strenuous days to come, place yourself on a strict diet
of tallow and stale sandwiches containing genuine sand. Consume no bread that has not been immersed
three times in a convenient drain or gutter.
April Beg,
borrow, steal or buy any remaining equipment which you have so far not been
able to beg, borrow or steal.
May Ensure
that dry batteries are not wet, or wet batteries dry, or alkaline batteries
acid, or acid batteries alkaline. Bear
always in mind that primary batteries are of secondary importance, and that
secondary batteries dont matter a dam.
June Test
all electric torch bulbs by dropping them on a tile floor of requisite hardness
from a predetermined height of 7ft. 1in. Bulbs which fail to break should be tested again until success is
achieved.
July Assure
your suspicious spouse with glib, soothing, and convincing lies that nothing is
further from your thoughts so help you than a dirty, filthy, low down,
good-for-nothing caving trip with a lots of dirty, filthy, good-for-nothing
cavers.
August Explain
that you are gathering together and cleaning up all you tackle preparatory to
selling it, that your dear, sweet, little wife may now buy that dress on which
she has set her sweet little heart.
Draw £10
far as possible the equipment sold by your dear little wife to a passing
peddler for the goodly sum of 6/3d. Make
a mental note to reduce the housekeeping allowance by 25% for the next ten
years.
September Increase the housekeeping allowance by 50% in the interests of
world peace. Solemnly promise across
your black heart never again to deceive your poor neglected wife, who works her
fingers to the bone whilst you gad about caving, boozing, swearing and
generally having a helluva roaring time whilst your forgotten, neglected wife,
who has devoted the best years of her life working her fingers to the bone,
etc.
October Stay
at home washing dishes, peeling potatoes, scrubbing floors, and dusting shelves
whilst your poor neglected wife works her fingers to the bone playing bridge,
dancing and visiting the theatre.
November Carefully
place a .45 slug right into the centre of your dear little wifes heart.
December Make an early start for your long promised trip. Approach the edge of the pot carefully,
making sure that the noose is securely fastened. Mind you dont fall and break your neck.
Wedding Bells
The wedding took place at St. Marys Church, Great Sankey,
on 15th October, between Francis M. Jackson and Raymond M. Wallis. The bride wore a white dress of heavy brocade
and was attended by two bridesmaids, one in pink and one in blue.
The bridegroom who, together with the principal male guests
wore morning dress, was attended by his brother, Allan.
The reception took place at the Old Vicarage Hotel,
Stretton, and the happy couple left later for a honeymoon touring the West Country. Friends of the bridegroom, and there must be
a few in the B.E.C., who do not know of Pongo, will be sorry to hear that a
traditional B.E.C. send off, organised by your reporter and the best man was
frustrated by the groom hiding his car and being driven from the reception in
another car to pick it up. He and his
bride were well marked with confetti however.
Roving Reporter.
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Tony Johnson got married on the 19th November, to Miss Mary
Edwards, at St. Mary Redcliffe,
Gone To The Dogs
Easter 1955 marked the tenth anniversary of my first visit
to Priddy. Sett, Pat Woodruff and I had
gone down from
summer and we wanted to break new ground in our caving. We arranged to catch the 6.00pm train from
Paddington for Westbury, change for Wells and push-bike up to Priddy. When they opened the barrier at Paddington we
rushed madly up the platform and bagged seats and flung our bikes in the
luggage van. In due course we found
ourselves at Devizes, the end of the line, having got on the wrong half of the
train. We got as far as Frome and had to
bike it from there. Dead tired we eventually
arrived at the barn about midnight. There was quite a crowd in the barn. I forget now who was there, but the Bridgwater Caving Club were
more-or-less tenant in those days. Shorty, Fricca and Eame, Frank Seward, Ian Nixon are the names that come
to mind some now B.E.C. members, others now lost to caving. Anyway, we were regaled with cups of tea and
then dragged off down Swildons. A full
trip too, right down to the sump. Of
course, I fell in the double pot, but with a difference. Those were the days of caving by
candlelight. I was totally immersed,
barring one hand which held aloft a lighted candle rather like Excalibur. It must have been 4 or 5 am, when we got out
to be reminded that the date was 1st April.
Sometime in the summer we joined the B.E.C., since when the
club has of course been steadily going to the dogs!
The barn taught us the delights of hay as a mattress and
blankets. Normally it was the most
comfortable couch one could want, but if Mr.
shivered. At all events, the advent of
the first Belfry was not unwelcome. Relations with Mr.
were becoming a trifle strained and we were not too welcome with Tom Hulin at
the Vic after Campbell Mckee had words with Mrs. Weekes at closing time. So instead we started to become civilised and
after Easter 1947, we even had electricity due to the generosity of Uncle
George giving us the generator and batteries via his nephews Pongo and
Possle. Really, things began to get
disgusting and armchair caving set in.
For all the good old days I cannot honestly regret the
passing of the barn. I think as much
caving is still done and if we dont now go round with hay in our hair we are
none the worse off for it. Married
Quarters are so much more respectable than rustlings in the hay.
Pongo
Notes on Cave Surveying Part IV
By Alfie
The survey of the loop passage described in Part III is best
tackled by a team of about 3. Besides
the compass, steel tape and clinometer, and a stout notebook and pencils will
be required, and the party should be equipped with good lights.
Having reached the junction of the main loop passages it is
found that, by standing on the floor of the main passage, it is impossible to see
into the loop passage, owing to the height if this above the floor so a point
is chosen in the main passage from which the corner and the bank are both
visible. A stalagmite on the floor marks
the spot which is called Station 1. Station 2 is chosen on the top of the bank, where a line of sight down
the loop passage may be taken, and a light set up at this point.
The compass is held at Station 1, and the reading of Station
2 is noted down -221o. The distance is
measured by means of the steel tape -8 5 and the clinometer reads +45o. A light is now held at Station 1 and the
bearing from 2 to 1 taken. The compass
now reads 40o. This is known as the BACK
BEARING of the reading from Station 1 to 2. Similarly a back reading on the clinometer can be taken from Station 2
to Station 1. This reads -46o. These back readings are taken as a check on
the original readings from 1 to 2.
While still at Station 2 a third station is down in the loop
passage on the corner, and is called Station 3, and the survey progresses in
this manner.
A special arrangement is decided upon when the pot is
reached and is shown in the sketch below.
From Station 5, the main passage can be seen again, and
Station 6 can be seen from Stations 5 and 1. The circle is thus completed. Back bearings cannot be taken from Stations 4 and 5, owing to the
impossibility of reading a compass from these positions backwards.
N.B. It is very
important, while on a magnetic survey to keep all iron and steel articles well
away from the compass. In this example,
the steel tape must be kept well away. A
member of the party with a steel caving hat is a particular menace on a
magnetic survey.
Alfie.
Caving in Derbyshire – Part 3.
By Stan Gee.
The Mines and caverns of Matloch and Matloch Bath.
Matloch although quite large tourist centre, has only one
commercialised cave. This is known as
the Roman or
merely an open fissure with very passages.
It is interesting from a geological point of view, but
otherwise it is not worth the hard climb up.
Another cavern of Matloch is Jugholes. This is not commercialised but even so, is
probably one of the most visited caves in Derbyshire.
Jugholes is situated on the Snitterton side of Masson Hill,
and can be reached by taking the road from Matloch to
and then taking the footpath through Leawood Farm direct to the entrance of
Jugholes.
The caverns are divided into two sections, called for
convenience, the upper and lower systems.
The lower system is entered by a long mine passage, after a
journey through a number of mined and natural caverns, terminates in a shaft,
that leads upwards for 20ft. to the entrance of the upper system.
These caverns while being devoid of formations are extensive
and worth a visit.
The upper system is also entered by a series of mine
passages, and an iron laddered shaft of 15ft., gives access to the cave
section.
From the base of this ladder, the way on is through an
amazing boulder choke. This descends at
a steep angle, to the cave proper. This
choke terminates in the main cavern which is some 100 yards long and has a
small stream running along the bottom. There are several passages off the various sections, bearing such names
as Rocky Mountains,
Cellars. The latter is the most
interesting, and in the passage to the Cellars are many fine formations.
When exploring these systems, care should be taken as they
are extremely complicated. It is also
desirable to obtain permission to explore, from either the Derbyshire Stone
Co., or from Operation Mole Speleological Group, the latter being something of
an authority on the caves and are very co-operative.
Matloch Bath. Is
situated some 1¾ miles from Matloch and is a great tourist centre.
Here one can spend vast sums of money doing nothing at
all. Here everything to delight the tourist
can be found, from medicinal waters, lovers walks, and boating on the Derwent,
to Exploring the mysterious caverns underground. There are also, the famous petrifying wells,
each one with its assortment of boots, birds nests, and pay boxes.
There are three commercial caves, now open, though there
used to be as many as nine.
The present caves are, The Royal Cumberland Cavern, The
Rutland Cavern, and the Great Masson Cavern. I do not think we need to dwell to long on these as they all possess the
usual characteristics of a commercial cavern. i.e., a wishing well (guaranteed)
and fabulous formations, each with a fantastic name. There are, however of some interest and can
be found in close proximity to one another on the heights of Abraham.
There are many other caves close by, which though not of
large dimensions possesses some very nice formations.
One of these is the Devonshire Cavern. This is situated on the north end of
a footpath to Bonsall. It is one of the
old show caves, and its passages, mostly mined, extend for a considerable
distance, are extremely complicated.
This cave is in danger of collapse and great care should be
exercised.
The Ball Eye Mine is another cavern that was discovered by
mining operations.
It is situated on the road from Bonsall to Cromford and lies
opposite the Via Gellia Dale. Although
I have not personally visited this cave, it is reputed to be fairly extensive
and to have a large amount of Calcite decoration.
Even though Matlochs area is vastly commercialised, there
is still much exploratory work to be done, and it is possible that entirely new
systems will be found in the future.
Therefore may I raise my hat to those intrepid Trogs who
are prepared to brave the horrors of a tourist centre in the name of
Speleology.
Society News
The Duke of Mendip.
On 15th October last, His Grace was concerned in scenes of
considerable rejoicing among the tenantry on his northern estates when he
joined in matrimony to Frances, Lady Jackson. The ceremony was performed among much pomp and splendour at the
cathedral of Great Sankey. The tenants,
peasantry and serfs were accommodated in the gallery, along with
representatives of the press, etc., and were thereby restrained from mixing
with the numerous representatives of the peerage, nobility etc., who crowded
the pews reserved for their lordly persons.
His Grace was dressed with his customary elegance, the
cut-away coat being of the very latest mode and was admirably set off by his
exquisite carnation. Only by the lack of
his nailed boots and fishermans hat would his Mendip serfs have failed to
recognise their Lord.
After the ceremony Their Graces left on a tour of the West
Country and have now taken up residence in their new seat.
Wansdyke
by Keith Gardner.
Whenever the Bath or Bristol member goes to the Belfry he
crosses, knowingly or otherwise, one of our greatest national antiquities
Wansdyke, a linear earthwork starting at Inkpen Beacon near Hungerford and
ending in Gordano country over seventy miles to the west. At some points en route it is an impressive
monument rising high above its ditch (which is on its north side) while at
other places the progress of agriculture has reduced it to a ghost visible
only from the air, under certain conditions.
For centuries the question of its age and purpose remained a
mystery, answered only by legend and folklore, and even early Archaeologists
such as Colt-Hoare and the Rev. Smith interpreted the evidence available in
such a way that it was proved to be pre-Roman. More recent work however, initially by
General Pitt-Rivers has revealed that it has actually been built in places on
top of the Roman road from
Dyke which formed the boundary between
and
the
kingdom boundaries of the Dark Ages, i.e., that period between the collapse of
the Roman economic civilisation and the final ascendancy of the Anglo-Saxon
invaders.
This is the period when Artorious, the locally ordained
Comes Brittaniarum was suppressing the bands of pirate invaders and generally
organising military resistance in the absence of imperial legions. He, being presumably well versed in Roman
fighting technique, probably organised his home-guard on Roman lines, using
frontier walls and employing heavy cavalry units against the lightly armed
footmen form the Elbe. We are told of
the many great victories which his superior methods produced and at the famous
Battle of Mons Badonicus his men alone were responsible for the death of 960
invaders a considerable number in those days. He became a legendary hero and gradually many stories of valour grew
around him as the great King Arthur, gaining the tint of mediaeval chivalry
though the imaginative pen of Geoffrey of Monmouth.
It is conceivable that Arthur or a person of similar office
caused these boundary lines to be constructed all over the country, as he was
not advisor to any one ruler but fought with the Kings of Britain, being
himself dux bellorum.
For those who are interested in the itinerary of the dyke
from
westwards it is roughly as follows. From
Odd Down it runs via English Combe along Stanton Prior Hill, to Stantonbury
Camp, a fine but overgrown example of a hill fort, and then down the north-west
slope to Wansdyke House, where the Keynsham road meets the Bath-Wells
road. Passing Compton Dando it goes to
Maesknoll, crossing the A37 near the railway bridge south of Hursley Hill, and
then to Dundry where it turns north to Long Ashton and over Failand to a point
near Portbury Priory where it appears to end in flat alluvial moors.
Although for long distances it is merely a single ditch and
bank there are numerous enclosures and other remains attached to it, which
might possibly be vestiges of the occupation sites of the persons engaged on
the construction. Much field work needs
to be carried out on these monuments and indeed the Society of Antiquaries are
treating it as a prime research project and require assistance from local
societies wherever these sites exist.
A Trip to
Spitsbergen
by Thomas E. Fletcher.
It was through a chance remark In the Tivoli in the Strand
that I heard in May that a vacancy had suddenly arisen in the expedition to
Spitsbergen, that a geologist climbing friend of mine has started to plan last
Christmas. Ever since I first heard of
the idea I was keen to go, but doubted whether time would allow, as I was due
to take up an appointment in
in the middle of the year. To add
further difficulties there was the question of finance for a pure chemist can
hardly make a case for financial support for vital research in the artic. But now I made a quick decision to go and for
the next 6 weeks there was one mad rush to finish off a thesis, arrange with
the Colonial Office to postpone my date of appointment, pack up my flat in
the trip. However, as always when one is
presented with a dead-line everything gets done and falls into place and on the
30th July I sailed out of
other members of the expedition and some 10cwt. of equipment.
The party consisted of Jerry, a soil scientist who
originated the idea; Fitz, a lecturer in Soil Chemistry at
on whom fell much of the organising, and Alan, a lecturer in Botany at
up Ola our last member a Norwegian soil scientist. The four days spent on the coastal steamer
sailing north along the coast to Tromso were a sheer delight. We called in for an hour or two at numerous
ports at all hours of the day and almost the non-existent night. The scenery is no doubt some of the finest in
the world and the evening and night we sailed through the Lofoten Isles it was
just too good to go to bed and miss. Much time was spent sunbathing and shutter clicking while some members
of the party devoted a great deal of time furthering Anglo-Norwegian relations
in a style that would be appreciated by any male member of the Club. It was all rather sad when the coastal
express pulled away from the quay at Tromso and left for the
Cape
We had three days to spend before the Lyngen sailed on its
600 mile trip across the
as the Norwegians call it. Jerry and I
had made plans to climb a mountain or two as near as Lyngen as possible the
Lyngen peninsula itself being a mountaineers paradise but just too far away
for us to tackle in such a short time.
We got off to a flying start in the morning and within four
hours of getting up we had packed, eaten, bought food, hitched 25 miles, walked
2 or 3 miles to a base camp and were ready to start climbing. Although on the 70th parallel it was as hot
as if we were in Northern Italy, we had an excellent day climbing on a very
fine 5000 peak and traversing a most interesting ridge complete with abseils
before we dropped down to the glacier again. The next day was just as good and the views of Lyngen were so splendid
that I have resolved to go back to that part of
having had an excellent aperitif for whatever was held in store for us
further North.
However, little did we think that the Hors dOeuvres was
to follow so quickly. As soon as we had
left the sheltered waters of the coast and headed out towards Bear island the
weather deteriorated and we had three days of hell, rather like doing
sun and back for 72 hours. However, the
fog lifted and the heavy seas subsided as we reached the sheltered waters of
Isfiord on the west coast of
views of splendid mountains separated by gigantic glaciers coming down to the
sea, and secondly breakfast the first meal we could eat for three days. What an orgy!
The expedition was interested mainly in studying soil
formations in a periglacial climate to see if any light could be thrown on
certain phenomena occurring in Scottish soils. This did not necessitate travelling far from Longearbyen the Norwegian
administrative and coal mining centre before setting up base camp. So we crossed Advent fiord to where there
were some old disused huts of a derelict coal working. Within a day we had fitted up the old Directors
office log cabin into a dining sleeping room, kitchen, soils lab., and a
botanical lab., and work started in earnest. At base I was chief cook and odd job man and turned my hand to a little
soil chemistry. However, of the four
weeks we were in
three-quarters of the time away on three main trips into the interior.
The country around us was carved into mountains some 3000
feet high with the snow line at about 1500 and all the mountain valleys and
corries holding glaciers.
It was superb country for snow and ice mountaineering. The rock was sandstone and so severely frost
shattered that climbing was out of the question, but there was so much general
exploration to be done that, that did not worry me. Within a couple of days or so I was off with
Fitz on a five day 55 mile round trip. The area we were interested in from the scientific angle consisted of a
mountain massif probably 25 miles by 15 miles surrounded by the sea on the
North and West and separated from the rest of the mainland by two major valleys
Sassendalen and Adventdalen on the remaining two sides. The massif itself was roughly bisected by a
valley running due North and South. Fitz
and I set off with six days of food to circumnavigate the furthest half of our
area. We had perfect weather and at one
time there was not a cloud in the sky for 48 hours so we had continuous
sunshine. We slept at trappers huts and
one day while Fitz dug holes down to the perma-frost I went off on a solitary
mission to an attractive peak at the head of a rather inviting glacier. The views were splendid ice and snow clad
peaks in every direction as far as the eye could see. To the North one could see the blue waters of
Sassenfiord with its little ice floes and beyond the high ground where a
British party were operating. The beauty
was beyond description and the thought of those panoramic views still makes me
forget all my trivial every day troubles. A highlight on the following day was when we put up on the coast a flock
of some 100 -150 pink footed geese a very fine sight indeed. They had only just got their flight feathers
again though some could not raise themselves from the water they were still
able to flap along a great speed.
Within two days of our return to base, I was off again
this time with Jerry. He wanted to camp
in a certain valley in which he wanted to make a detailed study, and from a
recce, he had decided that the glacier itself was the best camp site. Luckily, I found an almost ideal site about
100 yards before we reached the ice. It
was about the only flat piece of ground in the whole valley and happened to be
covered in moss, but was situated on the edge of a steep and very loose bank of
moraine above the glacial torrent. While
the sun was on the tent it was heaven, but as soon as the cool air of the
evening started to avalanche off the glacier it was a different matter. However, Blacks Icelandic sleeping bags kept
us warm. While Jerry did his work, I had
several days solid mountaineering days of peak bagging in a sea of
glaciers. I justified my existence
scientifically, though I financed myself and was thus responsible to no grant
making authority, by collecting the highest flowering plants, mosses and
lichens that I could find for the botanist Alan. Apparently new species and several new
altitude records were established.
Within a couple of days of returning to base I was off on my
last major journey, this time by myself. I wanted to look at the land to the south of us to penetrate the
Reindalen 25 miles away. So at 9pm one
evening, I set off across the fiord and reached my first trappers hut at
11.30pm. The next day was the longest of
the whole expedition; I was up at 7am and by 4pm I had reached the next hut
several miles away, investigated several minor valleys on the way. This was a high hut and after a meal I shot
up to the ridge 1000 above me with my collecting tins and bags, and a days
emergency food. The weather was still
perfect, but it was obviously going to break as heavy clouds were forming in
the mountains 40-50 miles away to the south. So I decide to make the trip to Reindalen there and then, along the 10
mile ridge before me. It was a ridge I
shall always remember again the views of hanging glaciers, icefalls, superb
peaks as well as of huge snow and ice fields were beyond description. Being alone always enhances beauty to me, and
certainly makes the memories more vivid. I reached the main
and after wading a glacial river in which I almost became stuck, I made for an
old trappers hut marked on the map. When
I came across a cache of food on the far bank left by a
a bad omen. Why did they not leave it in
the hut? Within the hour I knew the
answer an avalanche had destroyed the hut! Here I was at 1am with no shelter for the night, for I had left my
sleeping bag at the previous hut, so I could not bivouac comfortably. So I nibbled some food and pressed back
towards the north after taking a few photographs, with 10 miles between me and
bed. I had intended returning via
another ridge walk, but the clouds were beginning to form on the peaks nearby
so I took the valley route (as if I wouldnt at that time of night
anyway!). At 2am I came across a
reindeer round a boulder at 5 yards range. I still dont know who was the more startled. We just stood and looked at each other, but
by the time I was ready with the camera she had decided to make a retreat. At 5am I reached the hut that I had left 12
hours previously and after a meal sank into bed after a 23 hour day. 3 days later I was back again at base.
The weather was more than kind to us in
but it had a treat in store for us on return. The trip south to Tromso was two stages worse than that going north, but
it relented as soon as we travelled further south and we had another excellent
trip going down the Norwegian coast. We
disembarked at Tronheim and went to
train and then to
In Svalbard it was quite warm, rather like the high
sun was low in the northern sky. At
night it never froze a sea level, but probably at 1000 or a little lower in
the shade. However, it was getting
decidedly nippy when we left at the end of August. The miners were beginning to talk of a long
winter and the joys of skiing as soon as the light came again in late
February. Flowers abound at the lower
altitudes the dominant vegetation being the white petalled flower Dryas
Octapetalus, while the yellow bloom of the artic poppy occurred up to about
3000. We saw several specimens of
musk-ox a large shaggy sheep-like animal, artic fox and reindeer, but no
polar bears. The birds were varied, but
not so plentiful and interesting as the veritable feast I had in
previous summer. However, we had a pair
of Artic Skuas, not above a mile from base. Every time we penetrated their territory we were duly dive-bombed, and a
frightened experience it was at first, as these large birds dived within an
inch or two of ones head and the draught of their wings beat into ones face.
The only caving I did was to look into an adit of one of the
two major coal mines that the Norwegians run in the valley behind
Longearbyen. The mines, which of course,
are in permanently frozen rock, produce some very fine coal the only coal
has in her own territories. The 2000
Norwegians are not the only miners up there, for there are a similar number of
Russians in two other major mining areas.
Although
only some 600 miles from the North Pole, it is quite easy of access. A daily coastal steamer sails from
to the Russian frontier and returns every day taking twelve days for the round
trip. From Tromso Lyngen makes four to
five round trips northwards each summer, while coal boats ply between Svalbard
and
as long as the ice will allow. The cost
of the whole trip was just under £80, of which £50 was travelling
expenses. However, the cost would have
been up to the £100 mark if British industry had not played trumps and made us
handsome gifts of watches and Weston meters to milk powder and salted
peanuts. However, it is not an
inaccessible country. With £80 and six
or seven weeks to spare and the co-operation of the industrial world, a trip
could be organised by a small group of keen types with relative ease. If anyone wants any advice just buy an
airmail letter and send it to me please at Amani, Tanga, Tanganyika and I will
be only too pleased to put them in the picture. And of course, if time is no object, then the journey to and from Tromso
could be arranged easily by trawler and so £30 could be saved. What about a B.E.C. Svalbard Expedition
soon
Why not?
Thomas E. Fletcher
The Belfry Bulletin
This is the 100th issue of the B.B. For this reason it is a bumper issue
Since its inception in 1947, the B.B. has been a link
between the active and non-active, the Home and Away Club members copies
have been sent regularly to other societies both in this country and
abroad. Except on the odd occasions when
circumstances beyond our control prevented it, the B.B. has appeared regularly
each month.
We started by publishing two foolscap pages, but found that
three of quarto size were more acceptable. It is my ambition to have eventually a monthly issue with more pages
than the normal issue, but this of course depends on the inflow of material,
especially of a caving nature although active, there is a strange reluctance
to put this activity on paper when this is overcome the B.B. will become
larger.
Finally, I would like to thank all those contributors who
over the years have helped to make the B.B. a success.
T.H. Stanbury.
Hon. Editor.
Personal
To Clare wife of Don Coase a son Jonathan.
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R.J. Bagshaw; Hon. Sec. & Hon. Treas. 56,
Road
T.H. Stanbury; Hon. Editor. BB
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