“[Once at] Palm Springs, one of the regular girls decided to bring a friend of hers that was visiting to the house one evening. She wasn’t the most attractive gal — quite large, looking much older than she probably was. Some of the boys started making rather unkind remarks to her, which I won’t repeat. After a few minutes of this, Elvis got up out of his chair, walked over to the girl, who by this time was sitting on the couch looking miserable and out of place, and he asked her if she’d like something to drink and she nodded. He went into the kitchen and came back with a glass of lemonade for her. When she finished it, he took her hand and asked, ‘Would you like me to show you around?’ He proceeded to walk out of the living room, through the dining room to head into the back yard, but he looked over his shoulders and shot daggers at those who were unkind to her. Needless to say, by the time he came back into the living room with her no one said another nasty word. He handled a lot of situations in that same manner — didn’t say much; just acted. He could say more with a look than words at times.”
— Sandi Miller, Elvis’s friend
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Signing autograph, September ‘62.