The pert, pint-sized, hot-butter blonde, shuffling chips across the green felt, looked as radiant as a girl who has just graduated first in her class. To her bosses at Reno's Nevada Club, her air of achievement was not surprising. She had.
Adele Marsh went to Reno in 1943 to end her brief wartime marriage to a Navy C.P.O. While she waited out the six weeks that make divorce-seekers legal residents of Nevada, she got a job behind the roulette wheel at Harold's Club, Reno's immense, noisy gambling joint which spends some of its million-dollar profits to endow scholarships at the University of...
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