#year: 1956

[theamandacollection67]

May 1956

[ritahayworrth]

Dexter, this is Ms. Imbrie and Mr. Connor from SPY magazine.

SPY? Your tastes have changed a little, haven't they, Sam?

HIGH SOCIETY (1956) dir. Charles Walters

[loving-elvis]

My favorite 50s!Elvis photos, part 189 of ∞; Elvis in 1956 💖

[vintageadsmakemehappy]

1956 Cadillac advertisement Happy New Year’s!

[hooked-on-elvis]

EP Playing Touch Football

This ripped shirt reminded me of something Jerry wrote in his book. I wonder if this shirt ended up ripping accidentally, with a random, non-directed pull (maybe E even ripped the shirt himself, somehow), or if the guys still gave El a harder time than they did the other players every time he played with them (I didn't notice any other guys with the torn clothes).

JERRY SCHILLING'S MEMORIES OF PLAYING FOOTBALL WITH ELVIS:

At one of our bigger games in the spring of 1955, we’d been playing for a while when a couple of very large men showed up and asked if they could get in the game. They explained that they were semipro players, had heard about the Elvis games, and wanted to be a part of it. The rest of us were not so eager to play with these big guys, but as far as Elvis was concerned, these players were stepping onto his turf and he wasn’t going to stand down. He wanted them in.

We worked out the teams again to include them and got set to play. On one of the first offensive drives, Elvis was taking a break from quarterbacking duties and was on the line blocking. When the ball was snapped, this 200-pound-plus semipro hit Elvis hard and ran right over him. Elvis took his time getting up — he was obviously a little shaken.

Now, we played tough at these games, with all-out effort, and we regularly knocked the hell out of each other. But the point was that everybody got knocked around — nobody ever specifically targeted Elvis. You wouldn’t think twice about hitting him if that’s the way the play went, but nobody was ever going out of their way to try to hurt him. From the look of that semipro player’s first hit, it seemed that maybe these guys weren’t so interested in playing ball for fun they were going to teach “Pretty Boy” Presley a lesson.

As we got back into a huddle, it was clear that Red West was furious. “I’ll take that son of a bitch out,” he said.

“No, Red,” said Elvis sharply. “Damn it, no. Just play the game.”

We ran a few more plays, and it was the same thing each time —Elvis got a tremendous hit from this charging rhino. But Elvis made a point of hopping up a little faster each time and just shaking it off. It got to a point where the day just didn’t feel like fun anymore. All the regular players were furious, and we were all telling Elvis that the game couldn’t go on like this, but he wouldn’t hear it. He wanted to play through. I found myself lined up next to Elvis, with the same big guy ready to charge at him again.

“Hit me from the left side,” said Elvis. “What?” asked the rhino. “Hit me from the left side.” “Why?” “I got a few bones over there that ain’t broke yet,” said Elvis.

The big guy started laughing, and by the time the ball was snapped he was laughing hard enough that he didn’t have the strength to steam-roll Elvis. After the play, we took a break and the guy went over to his fellow rhino. In a few minutes they walked back toward Elvis. Now the big guys were all smiles.

“Excuse me, Elvis,” said the one who’d been knocking him down.

“We sure did enjoy the game. Hope there aren’t any hard feelings.”

Red was still ready to lunge at them, but Elvis just shrugged.

“No hard feelings,” said Elvis. “Just bruises. Good luck with your season.”

Their big faces lit up like they’d just been blessed by the Pope. They started to walk away, when the guy who’d been knocking Elvis down turned around and came back.

“Uh, just one more thing, Elvis? Our wives are over there—can we bring them over to meet you?”

“Sure,” says Elvis. “Bring ’em over.”

As Elvis signed autographs for their wives, it all came together for me; if he had let Red and the rest of us go after these guys, then he would have ended up with some more enemies. Instead, he took a little punishment and ended up with four new fans.

There were a lot of people in Memphis that wanted to knock Elvis down, figuratively and literally, but what I saw happen on that field with the semipro guys was something I’d witness over and over again: A lot of people thought they had something against Elvis, but I never saw anybody who spent any time with him walk away not liking him.

Excerpt "Me and a Guy Named Elvis: My Lifelong Friendship with Elvis Presley" by Jerry Schilling (2006)

December 27, 1956. Elvis played touch football at the Dave Wells Community Center in Memphis with some friends.

[mudwerks]

(via Film Noir Photos: Bevy of Beauties: Violent Years)

Jean Moorhead, Joanne Cangi, Theresa Hancock and Lee Constant in The Violent Years (1956)

[angelunderheaven]

Vintage souvenir postcard published in 1956 depicting Marilyn Monroe's Beverly Hills home

[theamandacollection67]

Florida Fashions 1956

[kdram-chjh]

Movies: Sissi (1955); Sissi - Die junge Kaiserin (1956) & Sissi - Schicksalsjahre einer Kaiserin (1957) | dir. by Ernst Marischka

Sissi #classiccinema #romyschneider

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-N4x_LbBx9A

[rubiatinctorum]

i think this cropped short sleeved cardigan is going to turn out so cute! it's knitting up pretty quickly, and i knew this yarn would be extra beautiful in stockinette.

[pebblezone]

Thinking so hard about sertegra dancing fic that has not yet been created

[freddyfiddlesticks]

Photoplay Magazine, November 1956

Dean and Jeanne Martin, reconciled, expecting, have plenty to make George Putnam laugh

[hooked-on-elvis]

Elvis Presley [1] June 26, 1956. Charlotte Coliseum in Charlotte, North Carolina; [2] August 5, 1972. Las Vegas, Nevada.

[dylrannet]

Getting real tired of waiting on Silksong. All they have to do is every few months give a short development update, show some sprites, give us a screenshot or two that's all we want. But no instead they just leave us out here to wait with no indication of any news whatsoever. Honestly Team Cherry deserves their fan base slowly becoming toxic if they didn't want that maybe but they shouldn't have abandoned us. Is this incredibly unhinged and salty yes, I don't care.

[whositmcwhatsit]

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My favourite story:

"She'll be back."

"But how do you know?"

"I know."

Oh yeah, he knew

[tortoisesshells]

five lines meme: “the multitudinous seas incarnadine,” for bill malloy?

Bill Malloy didn’t say one way or the other whether Jimmy Lord’s promotion was permanent, only that the Caroline Anne needed a second and Burke Devlin was staring down the barrel of ten years in Shawshank. He didn’t trust the kid like he’d trusted Devlin, but it didn’t matter – Devlin would be acquitted or he wouldn’t, and then Lord would shape up, or not. A kid – Lord wasn’t a kid – had two of his own – a wife with weak lungs and a roof like a sieve. Bill scrubbed at his face like he could get rid of the long days, the years, the smell of rotting fish viscera that dogged Collinsport at all tides. A man got old in a place like this while he was chasing after other things.

Send me a character/pairing and a title to get five lines of an imaginary fic.