Mrs. America 1991 Wants to Tie the Knot Again

Take note, men of San Diego: Jill C. Scott wants to get married.

She was Mrs. America 1991. Now she would like just to be Mrs. Somebody.

Yes, she flew recently to Palm Beach, Fla., for a weekend date with one Count Jean de la Moussaye, a French playboy-sportsman best known as a former lover of Roxanne Pulitzer.

But that was only a publicity thing ginned up by People magazine and a Palm Beach radio station.

“I’m cut in the mold to be married,” Scott says. “I would like to meet a special man and get married.”

Her second marriage, to an oil pipe dealer in Arizona, fell apart after she was crowned. She had moved with their two sons to Coronado to be close to her parents.

What happened next became grist for “Hard Copy” and the Maury Povich show.

To support her sons, she went on welfare briefly. Somebody leaked that she was being “investigated” for fraud; the investigation came to naught but the damage was done.

Then there was the messy matter of Mrs. America getting a divorce. As a result, the pageant now has a rule that each contestant must swear she’s living with her spouse and has no plans to split.

Scott, 33, will be a judge when the Mrs. America 1992 pageant comes to San Diego this week (watch for a TV special early next year).

She competed in 14 beauty pageants nationwide in five years: “I love pageants. Love ‘em. Every time I’m at a pageant I have that same adrenaline rush.”

She’s working with a collaborator on a book about her Mrs. America travails, “Tarnished Crown.” She’s got high hopes for a television pilot she’s doing for a health and fitness show, “Age Less.”

She’s working as a sales and service consultant for Sonic Dry Clean of Poway, which specializes in diesel air filters and dry-cleaning systems. She wore a cowgirl outfit and posed next to a giant air filter.

As for a long-lasting relationship, Scott is at ground zero. She eschews bar hopping or mixers and prefers personal introductions:

“All my girlfriends are from pageants. They all have a great man for me, but he lives clear across the country.”

Adding Insult to Injury

Using a phony identification card is a misdemeanor and therefore a dumb thing to do. But sometimes it’s even dumber than usual.

Take the other night at the Red Onion nightspot in Mission Beach. Like other bistros, the Red Onion is occasionally visited by the vice cops.

That was the case when a young female person presented herself at the door with a California Identification Card that indicated she’s 24 years old, 5-foot-5 and 135 pounds.

In the flesh, though, she looks younger, 5 inches shorter and 30 pounds lighter. She was being turned away by the Red Onion bouncer when San Diego vice detective Brian Leribeus happened by.

One thing led to another and Leribeus issued her a misdemeanor citation--we’re talking a court appearance and a fine--for using a phony ID.

The young female person pleaded that she wanted desperately to be part of the Red Onion fun and so she used the phony ID because she’s only 19.

She needn’t have bothered.

Leribeus pointed to a sign outside saying that for that night only (without booze) anybody 18 years or older was quite welcome.

Think-Thin Moniker

Seen, heard.

* Supervisor-elect Dianne Jacob ran on a platform of cutting the fat from county government.

Which may explain why county payrollers are calling her Supervisor Jenny Craig.

* Culture watch.

World Wrestling Federation brings its sideshow to the Sports Arena on Dec. 12, with Bret Harte vs. Ric Flair for the WWF title.

* Wanted: Torch info.

The Metro Arson Strike Team reports 60 fires in Balboa Park since June. Only one hit a structure, but the string is considered ominous enough to be added to Crime Stoppers (235-TIPS).

Up to $1,000 will be paid for information leading to an arrest.

* Bumper sticker on an RCA Business Telephones Systems truck: “Shove Work, Go Fishing.”