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of while attending a lecture. I recalled what an audience of students in a similar situation would look like back in the United States • every student lounging lazily in his chair, sprawled out like a rug, unattractive and inattentive; In this British class room by comparison, every student was sitting stiffly upright, his body poised and his attention keenly upon the lecturer. Keen, not lazy. I thought at the time that there are definite advantages in stays.

One evening I had a surprise. I had been making my usual rounds and after a very successful trip I stopped, on my way home, at the "Pub" to imbibe a bit of the "mild and bitter" which passed as beer in this war-devastated country. As I sipped it I gave no especial notice to a few WAAC'S Womens Army Auxilliary Corp who seemed to be having a high old time at the other end of the bar, until suddenly I heard one of them call me by name, and rather reluctantly I moved up and joined them. Then came the surprise there were four, and all were customers of mine! You see, the WAAC'S were being demobilized and the WAAC uniform could be obtained

anywhere, cheaply and readily. We all had many good laughs, and I joined the fun. More than that, I bought a uniform myself the next day and I arranged to sell them on commission basis. I also arranged for a dressmaker to do the fittings. Her name was Mrs. Swenson, a war widow who was glad to earn a bit of extra money this way. I gave her plenty of busi-

ness.

It was all the rage. There seemed to be almost as many WAAC'S as men around the halls and buildings. The WAAC cap concealed the hair, and anyway most men wore hair as long as the women did, which was called the Boyish Bob. White gloves concealed the hands. Heels were low, army regulation. As a masquerade, it was easy.

Of course we had fun.

It was fun to march in