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THE following evening a few minutes before eight o'clock a company of about fifty to sixty persons could have been found gathered together in the small hall of an unpretentious building in one of the back streets of Adelaide, the beautiful city of the plains.
In appearance, for Press purposes, they would have been described as 'earnest-looking,' that is to say they were for the most part commonplace and uninteresting. The women were middle-aged or old and mostly angular in form, and the men were nearly all bald-headed, or grey and scant of hair. The few younger men present were all mere youths, pale-faced and insipid-looking as in the pimpled days of adolescence, but very grave and serious in demeanour.