I feel I have lost part of myself with the death of Harry Butler at the age of 85. Though I had known him to be suffering from cancer for many months, he always seemed to me to be one of the immortals.
Harry was a great part of my childhood, when the WA Naturalists’ Club’s annual Wild Life Show at the Perth Town Hall was, for me, one of the most exciting events of the year.
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