I imagine that when he died he was a broken-down man--and the great saints haven't been strong." "Half of them have." "Well, even granting that, I don't think health has anything to do with goodness; of course, it's valuable to a great saint to be able to stand enormous strains, but this fad of popular preachers rising on their toes in simulated virility, bellowing that calisthenics will save the world--no, Burne, I can't go that." "Well, let's waive it--we won't get anywhere, and besides I haven't quite made up my mind about it myself.

Now, here's something I _do_ know--personal appearance has a lot to do with it." "Coloring ?" Amory asked eagerly.
"Yes." "That's what Tom and I figured," Amory agreed.

"We took the year-books for the last ten years and looked at the pictures of the senior council.
I know you don't think much of that august body, but it does represent success here in a general way.

Well, I suppose only about thirty-five per cent of every class here are blonds, are really light--yet _two-thirds_ of every senior council are light.

We looked at pictures of ten years of them, mind you; that means that out of every _fifteen_ light-haired men in the senior class _one_ is on the senior council, and of the dark-haired men it's only one in _fifty_." "It's true," Burne agreed.