b'Letter to the Editor Letter to the EditorDear Lisa I have attached a copy\x08 I hope thisAnd so he strode across the fieldswill make you smile at the end of thisA bent wire out in front.I enjoyed Dons article on divinationotherwise dreary year\x08 His gaze was fixed on ground aheadin Preview very much\x08 I need to read itIn this his water hunt.several times more to get a grasp of allSteve CollinsAt last he stopped. He made a smilethe detail\x08 It was an amazing piece ofscollins@arctan.com.au And gave a mighty grunt.research\x08 Well done\x08 Theres water here he cried out loud.On many occasions I have discussedGroundwater geophysics I thought it was a stunt.the veracity of the diviners art withWe dug down deep upon that spotBob White, who insists that there isA drought had struck the very heartOf this our mighty nation. And made a brand new well.something in it\x08 I am an arch sceptic\x08The water came two metres down.Next time we get in a discussion I willAnd young Bruce Jones was feeling illQuite full with consternation. Or more. Its hard to tell.have a trusted reference to turn toBut came it did, the walls got wetin order to back up my arguments\x08His problem was embarrassmentThat caused him hesitation It even had the smellThanks\x08 Of moisture seeping in the hole.To use the loo and so resulted My doubts it did dispel.As technical chair for the Sydney AEGCStage three constipation.a few years ago, I was asked to send inWe quickly got a small red pumpa fake abstract to test the submissionThe farmhouse bore had dried right up And lots of piping too.system\x08 I wanted to make it geophysicalThe water never came. We ran a line from our new wellbut nothing too serious\x08 One night afterAnd so the toilet would not flush Directly to the loo.a glass of red wine or two, I decided toWhen poor Bruce pulled the chain. And in we pushed, reluctant Brucewrite a poem about divining (being sortThis country boy was very shy He knew just what to do.of geophysics)\x08 Many many hours later inHe couldnt stand the shame. With cistern full at last he couldthe early morning and after several moreAnd so he stood with legs held close Relieve his need to poo.glasses of red, I finished and submittedI thought him quite insane.it to the AEGC abstract system\x08 I then fellAn hour passed and then one moreinto bed\x08 His family sat by quite concerned Before we heard a sound.About his lonely plight. The sigh that echoed from the looSeveral hours later I awoke with aThey begged him, Do it anyway Was really quite profound.headache and a dreadful sense ofFor two days and a night. And then the sound of falling waterembarrassment\x08 Like emails writtenBut still he held for fear or shame Contents all were drowned.after wine consumption, abstractsHis legs together tight. And all the cause of Bruces painshould not be submitted until onesTheir pleas all fell on his deaf ears Was flushed straight underground.head has cleared in the light of day\x08 He gripped with all his might.Then Bruce emerged in boisterous strideThe lady in the professional conferenceWith joy and jubilation.organisers office emailed me the nextJust when the problem got extreme The water dowsers clever skillday to say that the poem had doneWith Bruces null ablution. Removed his tribulation.the rounds of their office and they hadAn old man turned up at the door Then we all thanked the visitorhad a good laugh and all appreciatedWho claimed a good solution. And gave him an ovation.the change from dry old abstractsIll fix the problem in a flash When drought returns, well turn for surenormally submitted\x08 When I reread itIll fix his constitution. To using divination\x08I decided that it wasnt so bad - for anIll find some water here and nowamateur\x08 For this fine institution. (Or resistivity, or EM, or even SP).FEBRUARY 2021 PREVIEW 2'