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           Welookedatpicturesoftenyearsofthem,mindyou;thatmeansthatoutofeveryfifteenlight-hairedmenintheseniorclassoneisontheseniorcouncil,andofthedark-hairedmenit’sonlyoneinfifty."

           "It’strue,"Burneagreed."Thelight-hairedmanisahighertype,generallyspeaking.IworkedthethingoutwiththePresidentsoftheUnitedStatesonce,andfoundthatwayoverhalfofthemwerelight-haired—yetthinkofthepreponderantnumberofbrunettesintherace."

           "Peopleunconsciouslyadmitit,"saidAmory."You’llnoticeablondpersonisexpectedtotalk.Ifablondgirldoesn’ttalkwecallhera’doll’;ifalight-hairedmanissilenthe’sconsideredstupid.Yettheworldisfullof’darksilentmen’and’languorousbrunettes’whohaven’tabrainintheirheads,butsomehowareneveraccusedofthedearth."

           "Andthelargemouthandbroadchinandratherbignoseundoubtedlymakethesuperiorface."

           "I’mnotsosure."Amorywasallforclassicalfeatures.

           "Oh,yes—I’llshowyou,"andBurnepulledoutofhisdeskaphotographiccollectionofheavilybearded,shaggycelebrities—Tolstoi,Whitman,Carpenter,andothers.

           "Aren’ttheywonderful?"

           Amorytriedpolitelytoappreciatethem,andgaveuplaughingly.

           "Burne,Ithinkthey’retheugliest-lookingcrowdIevercameacross.Theylooklikeanoldman’shome."

           "Oh,Amory,lookatthatforeheadonEmerson;lookatTolstoi’seyes."Histonewasreproachful.

           Amoryshookhishead.