I can't help but be reminded of Zappa's "Weasels Ripped My Flesh!" with this cover. Inside, we're treated to articles on Blaze Starr, one supposedly written by Elvis, and plethora of odd and interesting ads. Let's have a look...
These magazines were overflowing with scams. This one seems a bit odd - they'll send you a box of fabric, and somehow you'll make them into suits to sell. Sounds like a tragic mess. The coupon reads "I want money and I want a suit to wear and show without paying one cent for it." If that doesn't send up warning flags, I suppose you deserve to be scammed.
Suffice it to say, they weren't bothered by racial slurs in 1957.
Even in 1957 they were coo-coo for forensics. I'm sure this was a rip-off... but a lot cheaper than paying a lordly sum to get a masters in forensic science today.
So, apparently it was a big scandal that a British actress was photographed topless on the Riviera with Robert Mitchum. According to the article, she tried to make it in Hollywood, but her visa ran out, and she had to head back home.
The story is corroborated in Wikipedia. Poor Sylvia died at the age of 29 (supposedly of a stroke) just a few months after this article was published.
I think there's about a 0% chance that Elvis Presley actually penned this article.
Blaze Starr. Who knew the eighties would bring a Paul Newman movie about her?