One day last week Reginald Turner, 49, a tired, timid, Veterans Administration employee of Winston-Salem, N.C., arrived in Manhattan with his wife. They were whisked from the train into a dizzy whirlwind of broadcasts, playgoing, wining & dining. Soon, the Turners and their four sons would embark on a South American cruise. By selling the television sets and diamond rings that had been dumped in their laps, they would pay off a lot of old bills.
What had made life so new and different for the Turners? Last fortnight Mr. Turner, by naming a...
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