Naturally, time, the insatiable remodeler, has worked some outward changes in Mr.Bryan since the brave old days of the cross of gold.

His hair, chafed by the constant pressure of the halo, has retreated up and ever up his scalp until the forehead extends clear over and down upon the sunset slope.

The little fine wrinkles are thickly smocked at the corners of the eagle eyes that flashed so fiercely at the cringing plutocrats.
But his bearing is just as graceful and his voice just as silvery and as strong as when in '96 he advocated free silver to save the race, or when he advocated anti-expansion in the Philippines, or government ownership of the railroads, or a policy of nonpreparedness for war when Germany first began acting up--Grover Cleveland Bergdoll felt the same way about it and so did Ma Bergdoll;--and I, for one, have no doubt that Mr.Bryan will be just as supple, mentally and physically, three years hence when, if he runs true to form, he will be advocating yet another of that series of those immemorial Jeffersonian principles of the fathers, which he thinks up, to order, right out of his own head, when a campaign impends.
Mr.Bryan knows how to play the political game--none better; but he certainly does have a large discard.

That, however, is aside from the main issue.
The point I sought to bring out there in the office of my friend Doctor So-and-so was that Mr.Bryan, to my knowledge, ate what he craved and all that he craved, yet did not become obese.

When the occasion demanded he could be amply bellicose, but the accent was not upon the first two syllables.
I cited similar cases further to buttress my position.