The messages cover every aspect of Elvisdom. Every day there are new fans with felt pens arriving to make their mark. And, inevitably, in and amongst the messages from the faithful, a few wags have left their contributions: Elvis, you came, you saw, you conquered, you croaked.

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Dissatisfied Mugwumps say that Cleveland is getting so Daniel Lambertish of late that when he gets into a street-car the conductor always says, Will five or six of you gentlemen please get up and give the President a seat ?

Slip the headstrap over his head, rubbing him with your hand gently all the time.