The Luckiest Man Alive! by William Morrison - The man who won the contest for a perfect specimen to be named "Mister Earth" would be in a unique position!
"Do you love me Grant?"
"No doubt about it Baby," said Grant Hayes absently. He was tired of hearing the question, and he no longer answered it with the old fervor, but he couldn't brush it off altogether. Not yet. Not as long as he still wanted to eat.
"You don't act as if you do."
"You know how I feel about you, Gilda." His tone was careless, and he didn't even bother to look at her. He stared into the mirror and smirked at what he saw there. Then his eyes wandered. They caught a headline on the newspaper thrown across the table, and he went over to pick up the paper. He turned over the pages idly.
"You haven't kissed me once in the past hour."
Grant Hayes was no longer paying attention. He had caught a glimpse of an ad on an inner page, and he was avidly reading the details. Win Fame and Fortune! it shouted. It was almost as if the thing had been directed at him. His eyes glistened ashe read. No stupid routine work, no tiresome job without a future for a man of his talents. It was the kind of work that wasn't work at all-the kind he loved to do.
