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This is entry level stuff. League Of Scientific Gentlemen and Mademoiselles des Connaissances?
Indeed, sir. Inspired by the handlebar-moustached assistants of the wanton wench Lady Blount (as documented in her account of the Hanging Sheet experiment), the League of Scientific Gentlemen will admit only the finest and most inquiring minds to its body of membership. In recent times, as we have recognised the Suffrage movement and come to acknowledge that
even the French sometimes have good scientific ideas, the League now incorporates les Mademoiselles des Connaissances as members of equal standing. Blountish behaviour is frowned upon, and the Mademoiselles must pass a strict entry exam, which is to stand next to a lifesize cutout of Dr Rowbotham for five minutes and refrain from flashing an ankle. For the Gentlemen, we are required to wind a pocket watch and then calculate what time it would be in India, using only a compass, a prism of borosilicate glass and a pair of cricket pads.