One afternoon last week John Webb, 19, of Anniston, Ala., crossed Times Square, Manhattan, surrounded by a crowd of tittering street dolls and foyer sheiks. He entered a Childs' restaurant nearby, sat down, ordered a meal. The crowd persisted in peering at him through the window; some of them entered the restaurant and ordered a glass of milk or a cracker in order to sit near him; waitresses in the restaurant whispered behind their hands.
What was the matter with 19-year-old John Webb?
Nothing was the matter with 19-year-old...
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