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| took this shot at Perry Lopez n the San Fernando Valley. Perry was real brave. In fact, ill the time I was shooting — I :ook two dozen different shots —he continuously begged me to ielp myself to more Cokes and sodas and barbecued snacks. He was a real doll.
i shot Jerry Lewis at the Hollywood Bowl. I was buying tickets at the box office for a charity show, see — when zingo — there was Jerry. I whipped out my camera, ready to shoot, and asked if he'd pose.
"Do you know how to work that thing?" Jerry asked.
"Certainly !" I snapped.
''How about the lens? What speed do you have it set for? Is the shutter cocked? What kind of film are you using? Here — let me take a look at it," he teased me.
And look at it he did. Photography is Jerry's favorite
hobby, and after a trillion instructions, I tried my luck.
"Thanks a lot, Mr. Lewis," I said.
"Just call me Jerry. You're welcome, honey."
Such attention I got. And he called me honey too !
Shirley Jones was about the most surprised actress in town when I pulled out the flash just as she was entering an elevator.
Had no trouble with her at all. I think it was mostly out of shock from getting it in such a weird place.
This is the second attack I've made on Jeff Chandler. The first one was about seven years ago when he was Ira Grossel, radio actor. Although seven years had elapsed, Jeff grinned at me and asked, "Didn't you take a shot at me right here a few vears ago?"
J ohn Forsythe was a real good joe about getting it. He hopped up on a ledge and asked, "Want a happy pose or a sad pose?"
I liked the idea of a happy pose, and the shot came out so well that I asked him to autograph it when I saw him a few days later. Across it he wrote, To Nancy, the Ace Photographer, from John 'Happy' Forsythe.
One afternoon I spotted Bob Horton on a side street and asked if he would stop for a minute.
"I'm late for a date," he said, "but maybe you'd make a call for me and tell them I'll be a little late?"
I took three different shots, thanked him, and headed for the nearest telephone. A week later I sent him copies of the snaps, and he liked this one so much that he borrowed the negative to have prints made for himself.
Still another parking lot; Jack Palance wasn't too pleasant about getting stopped for this shot. Maybe he thought the iced champagne he was carrying would get warm.
The scene of this shooting was another parking lot. Diana Lynn was at the Farmers' Market digging through envelopes, cigarettes, ink, coin purses, scratch pads and pencils searching for her car keys. She gave a triumphant smile when she finally found them, and waved them at me in the air. That's the instant I chose to let my flash go off.
"Wow, that was a bright one," she laughed, "111 have to drive home by radar!"
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