Yep. I remember. My Dad would come home from his greasy, grimy factory job, shower, and put on a suit and tie. He shined his new Florsheim shoes with the tassles, and proudly carried his official elder brief case into the Hall, setting it down by his seat. This let everybody know, someone important was sitting there. Suddenly he was transformed from a lowly factory worker, into someone important! To all outward appearances, he was a well to do businessman, maybe an attorney with files to take to a meeting.
I remember Dad clicking open the important briefcase during the meeting, to take out important books, such as the Aid book, or his Kingdom Ministry. This was accompanied by putting on his scholarly looking reading glasses, and rummaging thru the accordian folders in the top of the briefcase. Sometimes, he would warn me never to look inside because very secret folders were in it, about comittee meetings.
This pomp was very impressive to me, as a child, and to the little old ladies, who could see how sharp the elders were, in their suits and spectacles and smart brief cases.