Life With The Jax Pack

The phone rang at the Beverly Hills shop one afternoon, and Jack answered.

"Jack," said the voice. "Frank."

Hanson didn't have to ask Frank who, although he had never met Sinatra.

"I want you to do me a favor," Sinatra said. "Dean's got a daughter who ought to have a job to give her something to do. Why don't you let her help out in your store?"

Hanson didn't have to ask Dean who, although he had never met Martin.

"Great idea," said Hanson promptly.

Since that time the Beverly Hills shop has had a number of interesting salesgirls, namely Frank Sinatra's daughters, Nancy and Tina, and Dean Martin's three daughters, Deana, Gail and Claudia.

The shop is perfectly located for all of the fun people. It is right on the corner of Wilshire and Bedford, two blocks from the Beverly Wilshire Hotel, which has that drugstore with the $500 hairbrush for sale, half a block from Hamburger Hamlet, which curiously specializes in lobster bisque, about six blocks from the Polo Lounge at the Beverly Hills Hotel, which specializes in television executives, five blocks from La Scala, four blocks from The Daisy and a short order of scrambled eggs and lox from Nate-n-Al's Delicatessen.

Hanson patrols the neighborhood, bouncing on foot much of the time, tanned and trim for 48 years, smiling and casual, alert and energetic, eager for his days to be highlighted by hip conversations, such as the following between two screenwriters at Nate-n-Al's.

"Say, aren't you Jack Palance, the actor?" asked one.