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One evening last week people began to fill up the ornate Gothic chapel of the University of Chicago. They kept streaming in after every seat was occupied, stood in massed ranks at the back, trickled into the high galleries over the arches. They stormed applause when a stooped, smallish man with wide thin shoulders and greying hair appeared. They waited in silence while he adjusted the pince-nez balanced precariously on his narrow, prominent nose, ruffled some papers covered with fine, precise handwriting, began to speak in a clear, pleasant voice.
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