Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1958)

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continued Witnesses ? Clues ? Plenty l Enough to convince all of you I didn’t give up Patti for my thirteen -yearold cousin lVTow get this straight,” Jerry sputtered into ~ the phone. “The only thirteen-year-old girls I know are the ones my son Gary brings home on dates. My name is Jerry Lewis; I have no middle name; I’m married to an adult.” For a moment Jerry stopped talking and listened, finally managing to say quietly, “I’m sorry you disbanded your Brooklyn Jerry Lewis Fan Club, Miss Reich. Now that you know I’m not Jerry Lee Lewis, I hope you’ll organize it again. Sure. ... Of course. . . . Any time. Goodbye.” And Jerry hung up. “At least I had a chance to straighten her out,” Jerry said to us, “but what about all the others who are confusing me with Jerry Lee Lewis? The ones who never call, never write, but just go on believing what they believe? How can I get through to them? I . . . Wait! Not a word!” He put his finger to his lips. With a wildly haunted expression, he glanced back over his shoulder. Getting stealthily to his feet, he went across the room and peered under the rug. He opened a desk drawer and looked inside it. He came over to me and examined ( Continued on page 71) I tell the saleslady. “ Plain old Jerry Leivis. No middle name. No Lee.” One traveling case, three picture frames — all of them were delivered to me. Me! Thai’s evidence, isn't it? Proves Pm really me Now here's a girl I can trust! “Babe,” I say to her, “ has anybody else got a mug like mine? Nobody but good old Jerry Lewis!” Babe doesn’t argue. Neither does Bruce, when I tell him, “My name is Jerry Lewis. I’m a cop — / mean, a comic. I’m in ‘Rock-a-Bye Baby’ ”