No one is really fond of lice. Last week the Lancet, British medical weekly, put in its two-pennywortha diatribe against the louse which rivaled Robert Burns's "ugly, creepin', blastit wonner, detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner."
"The louse may be the greatest of war's horrors," the editorial opened. "By the disgust that it produces, by the sleeplessness that results from it, by the ubiquity of the skin lesions, and by the mortal disease [typhus fever] that it carries in its bite, it surpasses any. Because it is unremitting, the soldier dreads it more than artillery fire. . . . From...
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