Charlie Reeve, thirty years old (in 1916) and English born, was a knockabout lair. A fluent soap-boxer, he had bummed around the continent agitating for the Wobblies, from Broken Hill to Perth and the Westralian Goldfields. His fellows thought of him as foolhardy, a "bloody madman" who would "fight the world - so long as it was looking on." - Ian Turner, Sydney's Burning (An Australian Political Conspiracy), (Alpha Books, Sydney, 1967) p30: |
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