Thanks.  A fascinating book with some intriguing historical notes.  Many character sketches.  

THE FUMIGATOR

No sooner did we get the bath in place than I saw the necessity for a fumigator, not only that men should have their clothing purified from disease and from vermin, but for the sake of the beds. I found that they could not be kept clean without the men bathed and had their clothing fumigated.

The Board again did not feel able to put in the fumigator, which cost $125. In this work I found a friend in Mr. Ernest Gichner, who invented a sheet-iron room with suitable fire-box and chimneys, which he anchored on the roof of the building.

[...and down a ways...]

In most businesses old age is a handicap, but every gray hair of my white head is an asset. Nearly every evening some poor, vanquished soldier of fortune, ragged, unshaven and unshorn, comes to me and says with quivering lips, “You look just like my mother, to-night, will you care a little for me?” And I lay my arm across the soiled coat and say, “Son, the trail of every sin is on your poor soiled body; you have tried some by yourself to be good, now let us ask Jesus to help. But I shall send you up stairs under guard and to the bath-room, where you must take a very warm bath while I go to the workroom and get you clean clothes from the skin out; your clothing will go into the fumigator over night; you shall have enough to eat and be physically comforted, then we will try again with Jesus as yoke-fellow. You and I will talk to Him about it and we will try again, shall we?”