The trouble with going to see Elvis Presley is that you're liable to get killed

The experience is the closest thing to getting bashed on the haid with an atomic bomb. Elvis gave to performances Sunday in the Olympia - each to shrieking audiences of around 14,000

PRESLEY, the singing troubador withe long sideburns gives off more electricity than the Detroit Edison Co's combined transmitters.

When he made his grand entrance, pandemonium broke loose and carnage waited int he wings. Most of the afternoon throng were little girls, nice girls who just adore Elvis. They wore Elvis buttons, Elvis hats and carried Elvis pictures.

Elvis likes this. He has eight cars and a new home. But sometimes he's terrified. Little girls in sufficient numbers are capable of massacre when they just want to touch him.

Before the show, Elvis sat still long enough for a brief press conference. He didn't seem a bit self-conscious in his red sude jacke, flashy blue shirt and blue pants.

Elvis is very polite. "Yes ma'am" and "yes sir" he was careful to say.

He was asked wether he worried about his popularity waning "If they forget me. I'll just have to do something worth remembering," he said.

AND WHAT ABOUT the Army, Elvis?.

"When I took the my physical, they told me it might be three months, six months or a year.

Eight cars are a lot, aren't they, Elvis? Ever thought of selling any of them?

"If I wanted to sell them I wouldn't have bought them in the first place. I just built a new four-car garage. Guess i'll have to build another one for the other four cars."

Elvis came here in a Cadillac limousine from Ft. Wayne, Ind. his young fans were up early trying to no avail to track him down.

The young'uns started to congregated at the Olympia as early as 9 a.m. for the 2 o'clock show. Some tried the hotels with no luck.

INSIDE THE Olympia, the youngsters surged against police lines in hopes of getting an early look at their idol. "Insane, isn't it?" said one of the 175 policemen assigned to the "Sideburn Detail."

Except for climbing up each other's backs, the crows was fairly orderly.

The 22-year-old Presley, who had changed into a gold jacket, gold shoes, and a gold string tie, dashed onstage to the hysterical shrieks of unleashed bedlam.

Hundreds of flashbulbs popped and swoons reached a crescendo. "Elvis, Elvis, Elvis, Elvis."

Before the show, Tom Parker, genial manager of the hillbilly singer, talked about Elvis' popularity.

"We get 25,000 to 30,000 fan letters a week," Parker said. "Why, he even got more than 270,000 Christmas cards, a lot of them from right here in Deetroit."

ELVIS IS A nice boy, said Parker, "None of this has gone to his head."

There is a fanatical loyalty among Presley fans.

A teen-aged girl, sporting a "I Hate Elvis" button, was forced to remove it by a group of fans before they would allow her to reach her seat.

From here, Presley will go on to Buffalo, thence to Toronto, Ottawa and Philadelphia. Then Elvis will hike out to Hollywood, where eight movies await him.

Apparently, Elvis is still the most.