And the WAAC officers, of course, have their own private rooms, though the girls sleep in dormitories.
And the spirit of the WAAC—the khaki girl—is the spirit of her brother.
Every WAAC who goes to France is like the pawn who attains the top of the chessboard and is exchanged for a more valuable piece.
Our last maid left us to be a WAAC and has not been seen since in the precincts of domestic servitude.
They "answer," as the rest of the WAAC machinery does, extremely well.