Modern Screen (Jan-Dec 1960)

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BY GEORGE CARPOZI, JR. ■ Enrol Flynn died the way he lived, surrounded by the things he liked best — good liquor and a beautiful young girl. He died in the arms of that girl, a shapely, sexy blonde who professed her love openly and unabashedly, more so than any other woman who shared the moments and years with the erratic playboy-aetor during his stormy life. Moments before death took Errol Flynn at the age of fifty in Vancouver, B. C, last October 15, he looked up into the eyes of his seventeen-year-old sweetheart, Beverly Aadland. He saw tears streaking down her cheeks. A wan smile broke on his lips as he studied the anxiety and grief on her face. Errol's lips trembled. He seemed to be trying to speak. He looked as if he wanted to reassure Beverly — "I have no complaints about my life. I"Ve enjoyed every minute of it." But Beverly, her hair wildly tangled and with {Continued on page 58)