Dean made a lot of friends everywhere he went, partly because he was the life of any group to which he belonged and a lot because he was the kind of person who went out of his way to help another. He was not only a gifted athlete but uniquely cut from the leading man-cloth variety...
He found himself at home among the sweet belles43 and rancorous captains and colonels, but then remem-bered Boston—pinker cheeks and whiter souls ... more Puri-tan souls, anyway. He saw himself happier there, in the final analysis; and as if to prove it by paradox44 set off to go...