A sever case of what I call "gay face"
Jonathan Harris and the Robot were my absolute favorites on
Lost In Space. I had the pleasure of meeting Harris one weekend in 1978 when my parents dragged me down to the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion- the old home of the Los Angeles Philharmonic- to force-feed culture into their child. After sleeping through Chopin's something-something in b-flat minor, we went out for intermission prior to the L.A. Phil performing the feature composition for the evening, Antonin Dvorak's New World Symphony.
And there he was, Jonathan Harris a.k.a. Dr. Smith!!!! My parents were totally clueless as to why I was making a big fuss over this audience member strolling by himself in the lobby. As I recall we walked over to him and introduced ourselves; he seemed truly flattered that an 8 year-old had recognized him. He even replied "
you have a keen ear, my lad" when I asked him if he was doing a voice-over on
Battlestar Galactica.
When we drove home I told Mom and Dad the L.A. Philharmonic orchestra was cool but not as fun as meeting Dr. Smith.