Elvis was her No.1 fan
WHEN Dorothy Squires was appearing at the Moulin Rouge in Hollywood in 1954, an unknown 19-year-old called Elvis Presley came backstage and nervously introduced himself to her.
He saw her whenever he could, he confessed, just to hear her do the number that always moved him to tears — This Is My Mother’s Day.
‘I’m a singer, too,’ Elvis told her, ‘and one day I hope I can have just a small piece of the success you’ve achieved.’
More than 20 years later, when she heard of The King’s death, Dorothy lamented: ‘Poor Elvis. He was my biggest fan.’