Golden Girl

MANNERS & MORALS

Even in Manhattan, where call girls are $1,200 for the dozen, bright-blonde, 21-year-old Diane Harris was a sensation. For one thing, she was noisy. She wept with rage and frustration when the cops arrested her (just in time to make the Sunday tabloids) at an East Side hotel. She kept it up at the D.A.'s office. She bawled steadily and stridently for a full half-hour as she was arraigned as a material witness in the case against Oleomargarine Heir Minot F. ("Mickey") Jelke, who is charged with being a procurer for well-heeled gents of cafe society.

Road to Riches. For all this, Diane--who also calls herself Lady Diana Harrington--never lost her expensive glitter. She wore a simple dark blue suit, a diamond-studded bracelet and a diamond-studded clip. She exuded French perfume and trailed a "breath of spring" mink stole with the air of a duchess dragging a gunny sack. After scarcely more than one startled look, Assistant District Attorney Anthony J. Liebler was moved to describe her as the "golden girl of cafe society." He grew more eloquent during the arraignment.

Diane, he made it plain, gave rich men of many nations the impression that they had red corpuscles as big as tomatoes. He said she was a girl of good family who began bleaching her hair and darkening her reputation in Manhattan two years ago, and then went to Europe with "a wealthy tycoon, a married man." Later, on the Continent, she picked up yet another rich companion and helped him buy champagne all over Europe. While at Deauville, she took up with an Egyptian named Pulley Bey, known then, according to the D.A., as "procurer by appointment to His Majesty King Farouk." Pulley took her home to Cairo as a tidbit for the king, but revolution prevented her meeting the girl-prone monarch.

She flew home, Liebler charged, and "began acting as a prostitute . . . and turning over proceeds to Minot Jelke."

"That's a lie," cried Diane. "I never gave that boy a cent."

Path to the Pokey. Liebler asked that she be held in $25,000 bail--to keep her from scampering back to Europe. "To give you a small idea of the wealth that surrounds this girl," said the D.A., "she has a small fortune in jewelry in Zurich, cash in Paris, and an Alfa Romeo car worth $8,000 in Rome. Why, she paid her Italian chauffeur $600 a month."

"This will ruin my whole life," yelled Diane, weeping harder. "I'm supposed to be married next month." The D.A. did not argue the point--it was his impression that Diane was engaged to a rich Continental, now in the U.S. But she went off to the Women's House of Detention anyhow, thereby reproving the district attorney's old saw: the primrose path leads but to the pokey. Diane's case seemed to suggest, however, that a girl could pick up a lot of mink and diamonds on the way.

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