Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1963)

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The telephone rang and rang . Finally , /J/r/.s put the receiver to his ear to hear the words that would make him sob A car swings out of control, the tires squeal, tlie brakes screech, it’s all just in a moment really, and then, a man is dead, a life is taken accidentally, irrevocably. He was not a famous man. Outside of his family and friends, nobody ever heard of him. But he had had his hopes and his dreams and his plans, and now they were all cut off. He was dead, and Elvis Presley unfortunately, unhappily figured in his death — the death of a man he never knew. His name was Harvey E. Hensling (Continued on page 97 )