Envy-inspiring profiles of youthful tycoons who have made sacks of money, most of modest or humble beginnings, like Wendell Cherry who ""hails"" from Horse Cave, Kentucky, and spent his summers pushing soft drinks or clerking at Sears Roebuck but has, through dint of opportunism, ended up today at age 37 the president of Extendicare, a profitable chain of nursing homes, with five million smackers in the bank, a beautiful blonde wife, beautiful blonde children, a beautiful brick (?) home, and a beautiful imported car, not necessarily in that order. Or Mike Curb, a school drop-out who became a hundred thousand dollar per annum president of MGM records. Or William (Bill) K. H. Mau, from a Honolulu slum, who cashed in on chow mein and a neat real estate deal -- as one business associate put it, ""Bill Mau is more than an idealist or a dreamer. He's a doer."" Same with the rest of these guys (no women) of whom you've never heard (except perhaps for Jim Ling and H. Ross Perot), exemplars of the Horatio Alger success story. All reprinted from other sources, including Forbes, Newsweek, The National Observer, Fortune, Finance, and New York magazine. And where is Billy Sol Estes these days?