Catherine Bosley

Unfortunately, she journeyed last year to Key West, Fla., and there made a different kind of merry.

It seems that 10 months or so ago, fair Catherine and her husband departed the bitter climes of winter Youngstown and went to the Florida outpost on vacation. The couple?s mood was celebratory--for two reasons. One, Catherine and her mate were observing the first anniversary of their union. Two, Catherine had just recovered from ?a near-fatal lung disease similar to tuberculosis.? Or so sayeth she. And she had also had open-heart surgery.

So the lass went to a bar and made a ?spur-of-the-moment, silly irresponsible? decision to enter a wet T-shirt contest. That was bad enough. Worse, the contest degenerated (if, in fact, a wet T-shirt contest is elevated enough in the first place to be susceptible to degeneration) into an informal strip-tease competition. Fair Catherine partook of the challenge. She shook, she shimmied, she strutted. And she disrobed, that the shaking and shimmy and strutting might better reveal the assets beneath her garments.