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OLD BILL could hardly have been a less likely candidate for fame and fortune. He spent forty-four years in an institution for the feeble minded, entering it at the age of seven, and his I.Q. barely matched his age when he was finally discharged to his home community. Without a doubt he was "feeble-minded" as some were labeled in his day, though he chose to call himself a crack-minded man. Yet fame came his way, even though fortune continued to elude him. Bill died as he had lived, a certified pauper. His brush with fame was occasioned by a couple of television movies that chronicled his life. The first of these went on to win Emmy Awards?for the actor who played his part, and for the script writer who had once served as his conservator. Thus Bill's life was bared to hundreds of millions of viewers world wide. What on earth had he done to draw this kind of attention? To many outside observers, not much. Following his discharge from the state hospital in the late 1960s, Bill had been befriended by a young college student. He followed this young man to the University of Iowa where he eventually found employment running a small coffee shop. But Bill had a special charm that drew people to him. Children followed him as they might the pied piper. Instead of a flute, Bill played the har monica. He played with more heart than talent and with a repertoire of no more than three songs. Yet, no one tired of listening to him. Tapping his foot, his eyes ablaze, he made listeners want to dance. At one of the big movie award ceremonies, in full view of a nationwide audience, Jane Fonda had done just that to Bill's impromptu rendition of the "Too Fat Polka" when he stepped on stage to receive an award on behalf of Mickey Rooney, who had played his part. In minutes the whole celebrity audience was clapping and tapping along with Bill. "Why you looks jus like downtown," Bill would say to any child to whom he was introduced. But his magnetism extended beyond chil dren and adults; he seemed to have a special way with birds and other pets. He spoke to animals with the same rapt attention he gave to the

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