The time had come, I am glad to say, when we and the cooties, must forever part.
One night, however, I discovered that I had been captured by "cooties."
They were lucky to escape with their lives, their cooties and their appetites.
The various dopes and patent preparations guaranteed as "good for cooties" are just that.
The cooties were very active, as we were drenched with sweat and hadn't had a bath since heavens knew when.
Best of all, the bathing was fine, and it was possible to keep the cooties under control,—more or less.
It is possible to get the cooties out of these garments much easier than out of the thick woollies.
Out of the tub I had clean things straight through, with a neat blue uniform, and for once was free of the cooties.
They were a species new to me that seemed to have sprung up in the hard times, just as cooties spring up in time of war.
How pleasant to know that the "cooties" would soon be off me and a new change of clothing on my back.