Screenland Plus TV-Land (Jul 1959 - May 1960)

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By BILL TUSHER Elvis Presley's marriage dilemma In his search for a wife, will Elvis be haunted by the memory of his mother and demand a woman who is cast in her image? I, LF THERE IS one thing that Corporal Elvis Presley learned while sweating it out with the A: my of the United States in Germany it was, to risk an irreverent paraphrasing of the Bihle. that man cannot live by Cadillac alone. It was not his hard-won two stripes, but the cherished accolade of regular guy — more stintingly bestowed, especially to celebrities, than even the Legion of Merit — that was the measure of his achievement in uniform. The probability is that the recognition that he was regular — in other words, only human — also was the measure of the loneliness he may have managed to conceal from fellow GFs behind a smokescreen of fluttering frauleins, but which he could not conceal from himself when he crawled into his bed at night. His buddies, of course, thought Elvis had it made. They envied — even if they learned not to begrudge — Elvis the fleet of Cadillacs, the life of a movie star, the eager women, all the glittering trappings of fame that awaited him stateside. Elvis did not even try to explain, nor perhaps would they have understood if he had, how deeply he in turn envied them. He envied their anonymity — -the license of the obscure to live their lives and enjoy their leaves without attracting attention and inviting judgment. But more than anything else, he envied the one thing so many of them had which he did not. Someone to come home to! For some it was a wife, for others a sweetheart, for still others a mother. But somewhere a woman to come home to. a woman who was dear to them — a woman to cry at the fresh sight of them, to feel a gush of happiness at their well-being, a woman who made a private heroism of being away because she felt it as much on one side of the ocean as her man, or her son. felt it on the other side. Once Elvis would have been spared that void. Once there was a loving face that never failed to show7 up when he came home, just as it never failed to moisten with tears when he went away — as it did the day he traded his sideburns and civilian clothes for the uniform of an enlisted man. continued on page 23 21