LOL
That is exactly what I had in mind.
But you know, the mood of that 1941 film is not so irrational if one considers that penicillin is only just coming into general use. As a matter of fact a few years later it would save my life from rheumatic fever. Of course, there was no pill either so sex was a much more serious business.
I've always been intrigued how the upper classes of the Victorian era simply ignored the physical and medical implications of sex before the pill and before penicillin. Winston Churchill's father for example, is supposed to have died from syphilis and his mother was a notorious Sadie Hawkins, even participating in a relationship with the Prince of Wales. It seems that only the middle classes took the realities and dangers to a heart, at least as compared with the classes which bracketed them.
Winston Churchill's father for example, ... "All through the next course Lord Randolph didn't speak a word. As the game was being taken round, the footman noticed that it was not properly cut, so he passed Lord Randolph quickly to get it dispieced at the sideboard. At once Randolph pointing with outstretched hand, squealed out as if in pain, "E-e-e-e-e-e!"
"What is it, Lord Randolph?" asked the host in utter solicitude.
"E-e-e-e!" He repeated the high squeal, which pointing with his finger after the footman. "I want that--e-e-e!" Some of that --e-e!"
"It shall be brought back," said Sir Henry. "I'm very glad you like it."
The grouse was brought back: Randolph helped himself and began to eat greedily. Suddenly he stopped, put down the knife and fork and glared at each face round the table, apparently suspecting that his strange behavior had been remarked. He was insane, that was clear."
- Frank Harris, My Life and Loves