"She swears her maiden name is McDermott," quoth the judge.
"Well, her brother's name is Hall," I insisted. "I always supposed it was her name too."
"Great Scott!" thundered the judge. "Don't you know your own wife's name?"
"No, not if it isn't Hall," I responded.
Then it developed that Maxine's maiden name was McDermott, sure enough. The McDermott she married was no relation. Her brother had assumed the name of Hall.
But after all—what's in a name?