Miss DeAngelo was a
none-too-bright young
woman who had moved to Hollywood with dreams of
becoming a star.
She didn’t find fame or glory, but she did encounter
plenty of men
willing to enjoy her plentiful charms, and soon she found
herself
called to testify in a divorce case. When it was her turn on the
stand, the lawyer came forward.
„Miss DeAngelo, the wife of the
defendant has identified you as the
‚other woman‘ in her husband’s
life. Now, do you admit that you went
to the Pricerite Motel with this
Mr. Evans?“
„Well, yes,“ acknowledged Miss DeAngelo with a sniff,
„but I
couldn’t help it.“
„Couldn’t help it?“ asked the lawyer
derisively. „How’s that?“
„Mr. Evans deceived me.“ „Exactly what
do you mean?“
„See, when we signed in,“ she explained, „he told the
motel clerk I
was his wife.“
