Excellent point, Dunedain, one I've often thought about making but never got around to it. The old guard were dyed-in-the-wool Bethelites from their youth, shaped by and accustomed to the pervasive, rigorous work ethic and Spartan lifestyle of the place. Even the best of them were subject to censure or tongue lashings by Rutherford or any lesser taskmaster on the slightest pretext. I recall one old-timer recounted how the the young Knorr worked in the factory like he was driven. In contrast, this current lot is exactly as Dunedain described above, soft and used to being cosseted and fawned over, admired by the locals.