San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-12-13

TV1OULD you like, without any effort
w at all, to wake up famous some
morning and have your mail full
of offers to get rich quick, thousands of
women writing you love letters, manufac-
turers shipping you all sorts of stuff free,
begging you to Use it and let them say
SO, and your neighbors giving you a vote
of thanks for putting your native town
on the map?
Wouldn't that be just great? Don't
you believe it! Young Mr.. Winford S.
Turner, of the little city of Nashua, New
Hampshire, has just been through it, and
is good and sick Of it already, and his wife
is even more so.
Mr., Turner is a painter, and other
painters have become famous overnight,
but this gentleman is not that Kind. He
is house painter, whose business is to
protect the surfaces of the houses and
barns of Nashua from the stern New Eng
land climate. This sort of painter only
gets into the news by breaking his neck
The young man became a national fig
ure when it was telegraphed about the
judges at Manchester, n. H., had voted
him TO be the most perfect physical speci-
men of the human male in the land, and
had given him the title of "Mr. America"
This at once caused him to shine in equal
glory with Miss America" and far above
the miscellaneous misses" representing
all the towns from New York TO Southeast
West Moreland
The first days grist was reporters,
camera men and flock of kilograms of
congratulations. This was a novelty and
a thrill. He lost days work and a days
pay, but what of it? This was a great
and memorable day and Mrs. Turner did
not mind-why should she? She was
proud and delighted.
Neighbors and acquaintance from all
over town dropped in, slapped Turner on
the back and said, Hello, Perfect Man."
and congratulated him on making his town
famous along with himself. Women also
came and congratulated Mrs. Turner on
being the wife Of perfect man." This
was nice, too, though she saw them look
ing her husband over with X-ray eyes, as
if they had never really noticed him be-
fore. One or two of them sighed little.
Three little girls, aged nine, ten and
eleven, sided in and stared at the perfect
man for ten minutes without uttering a
word. But when they were outside her
door Mrs. Turner heard one of them say:
''Supposin' he married the most perfect
woman in the world, then what?"
'Yeh, that's a good idea-they ought
TO do that" agreed another, as the young
ladies removed their chewing gum from
under the railing and moved thoughtfully
away.
II was not good idea, because the per-
feet man already had a perfectly good
wife and daughter, three and half
years old.
The kilograms and letters that followed
were wonderful. He had to lose another
day reading them. II was astonishing that
not only schoolmates and war buddies-
for Turner served in the 309th Infantry.
18th Observation-Disclosures him, but an
old sweetheart or two, as Wen. That was
permissible, of course. However, a tele-
gram from girl in Haverhill, Mass, read
Congratulations, WinfOrd. / always
thought you were perfect. Now | know
it."
And what was the idea of this, from
total stranger?
Dear Mr.. Turner:
81 send you heartiest congratulations
on your recent success. My, how wish