Actually, having been denied the right to employment in my chosen occupation, makin' chemicals, and being now a milko, i can give you the inside information on this story.

A rundown hostel

Tell Rilla I'm glad her war-baby is turning out so well, and tell Susan that I'm fighting a good fight against both Huns and cooties. Mrs. Dr. dear, whispered Susan solemnly, what are cooties? Mrs. Blythe whispered back and then said in reply to Susan's horrified ejaculations, It's always like that in the trenches, Susan. Susan shook her head and went away in grim silence to re-open a parcel she had sewed up for Jem and slip in a fine tooth comb.

There was an outbreak of near-fatal clubbings in that area.