Land-Lady-it is

Broadway: What a party!—The walls bulged and several students with weak constitutions were axphyxiated—so much so the owners of the flat had difficulty night after night afterwards, turning away boisterous would be orgy fans (due to an attack of pernicious land-lady-itis.]

Park St.: This bachelor establishment (there seemed to be about eight of them) provided hospitality for a fairly select crowd who jived to a marvellous tape recording and enjoyed a profound literary discussion in the most artistically decorated sitting-room. Nevertheless—what we want, to know is —who flogged our scarf?