Ralph Henry Barbour 
Right Tackle Todd 

“Stereotyped, ” said Martin Gray. “That’s the word!” He spoke triumphantly, as one will when a moment’s search for the proper term has been rewarded. “Stereotyped, Clem!”
“Oh, I don’t know, ” replied his room-mate, only mildly interested in Mart’s subject. “Of course they do look pretty much alike—”
“It isn’t only their looks, though. But, come to think of it, that’s another proof of my—er—contention. Hang it, Clem, if they weren’t all alike as so many—er—beans—”