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From the President’s desk
21 February 2019
Hi all
Welcome
Welcome to the Rotary Club of Strathfield, and the Trish Golf Day
Dinner. The Trish Golf Day has been re-instated after resting for
seven years. The re-start has been a challenge, the momentum of an
event of this scale slows and the battery is flat, as with the old
car, so a push was needed. No jumper leads, a push all that was
required. Older spectators were saying cranking was also needed. No!
An event of this scale and the crank handle has been lost, it only
restarts with a push from a strong team. The Rotary Club of
Strathfield – that’s us!
Many thanks to Niall King, Ray Wilson Rod McDougall, and the
invisible Trish supporter.
Dinner event
Also the Trish Golf Dinner is our first dinner event, outside our
weekly meetings, that we are hosting in the new Strathfield Golf
Club. Visitors to the Club should appreciate the fairway shaping
architecture, the clubhouse’s curving walls and windows mirroring
the fairways. To all our visitors please enjoy the evening and
generously support the Trish Foundation.
District Presidents Night
A small note to the Rotarians: Last Friday I attended the District
Presidents Night, there being much to discuss, and much the same, so
we can let it go another week. But I have to put in a clink for our
District Conference, to be held on Friday, Saturday and Sunday, 15
-17 March, 2019 in Bankstown, https://rotarydistrict9675.org/ From
what I gathered, the speakers are well worth hearing.
The Poem
Another Henry Lawson, but popular and undated,
The Lights of Cob & Co.
It is lengthy so here are the first and the last verses, with
a link to the poem.
The Lights Of Cobb And Co.
by Henry Lawson
“FIRE LIGHTED, on the table a meal for sleepy men,
A lantern in the stable, a jingle now and then;
The mail coach looming darkly by light of moon and star,
The growl of sleepy voices—a candle in the bar.
A stumble in the passage of folk with wits abroad;
A swear-word from a bedroom—the shout of 'All aboard!'
'Tchk-tchk! Git-up!' 'Hold fast, there!' and down the range we go;
Five hundred miles of scattered camps will watch for Cobb and Co.
* * * * * *
Not all the ships that sail away since Roaring Days are done—
Not all the boats that steam from port, nor all the trains that run,
Shall take such hopes and loyal hearts—for men shall never know
Such days as when the Royal Mail was run by Cobb and Co.
The 'greyhounds' race across the sea, the 'special' cleaves the
haze,
But these seem dull and slow to me compared with Roaring Days!
The eyes that watched are dim with age, and souls are weak and slow,
The hearts are dust or hardened now that broke for Cobb and Co.”
Full poem
https://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/lawson-henry/the-lights-of-cobb-and-co-0022012
Charles |