-Excerpt taken from Sammy Davis Jr.'s book, Yes, I can. This mentions Sammy's encounter with Dean, and it was a very brief encounter to say the least:
It was almost light out as
I started up the hill but as I pulled up to the house it was all I could
do to find a parking space. The place was swinging with performers
from clubs all over town. I made my entrance. Some of them
were drinking, listening to music, some of them were half asleep-but they
were all waiting. I moved around the room. "I'm awfully sorry.
I got hung up, couldn't help myself." They waved away my apologies
like they understood. Dave was careening around the room doing charming-bits
with half a dozen of the best-looking starlets in town. As he passed
me on his rounds he gestured across the room. Jimmy Dean was huddled
crouched in his usual corner, legs crossed under him, glasses down on his
nose, wearing an old sweatshirt, levis and sneakers. "He doesn't
talk much but you've gotta admit he dresses good." He lowered his
voice. "What's with this kook?"
"Why ask me? Ella
Logan brought him backstage, he's breaking into pictures, he did
East
of Eden and I think he's making another one." Jimmy saw me looking
at him and smiled and waved.
Dave whispered, "Hey folks,
it moved. Another week in that spot and he'll take root. He
doesn't even make a move for a chick." He sighed. "Oh, well,
all the more for me." A couple of new girls came in the front door.
Dave winked. "Take two, they're small," and zoomed toward them.
I turned up the hi-fi set
and played my bongo drums. I looked around because I felt somebody
staring at me. It was Jimmy, giving me the over-the-glasses jazz
from the corner. I walked over and sat down next to him. "Hey,
lemme ask you something. What the hell are you watching every night?
You never talk to anyone, you don't look like you're having laughs...what're
you doing always sitting in the corner watching people? Why don't
you get a girl or something? Have a little booze and be somebody!"
"Man, the only thing I want
is to be an actor."
"So be an actor. But
you don't have to be dead the rest of the time. You a little shy?
Is that it? You want me to fix you up with one of the chicks?"
He smiled pleasantly but
shook his head. "Man, all I want is to be a good actor."