Cavorting sullenly before Hollywood cameras last week, Sexhibitionist Elvis Presley got all shook up by his pelvic pulsations, dislodged a cap prettifying one of his teeth, inhaled the bit of porcelain into a lung. While thousands of bobby-soxers fretted next day over the voice that was stilled, surgeons removed the object with forceps and bronchoscope.
It was just one of those minor disasters that pave the way to greatness, and Elvis had plenty of material consolations for his pain. For his antics in his third film,
Jailhouse Rock, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer will pay him an unheard-of $250,000 plus 50% of the net profits. This gives...
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