_Retail Store News_
_At a recent meeting_ of the managers and buyers of the store two of our
associates were honored for their service records. Miss F. Smith had
just attained ten years' service, all of which was given in Winnipeg
store. Mr. Roland Hoccon had just completed twenty years in the
Company's employ.
In the name of the Governor, Mr. Sparling commented upon the creditable
records of both Miss Smith and Mr. Hoccon, and presented Mr. Hoccon with
a twenty-year bar to his long service medal.
_Tom Johnson_, of the men's clothing department, was a busy man during
the week of June 1st. Tom is a hard working member of the Manitoba
Football Association and was on the reception committee from Manitoba to
welcome the visiting aggregation of Scottish football experts.
_Everyone regrets_ that we are losing Miss Netta McEwan, who will occupy
an important position in the new Victoria store. Miss McEwan's pleasing
personality has won her many friends during her years of association
with us and we are, frankly, jealous of Victoria store.
_Suppose Mr. Saalfeld_ would probably like to present us with a crate of
retired eggs--one at a time--for saying so, but it just occurred to us
that an advertisement of the following character should be productive of
considerable business during the summer months:
"_The Beauty Parlors announce for Wednesday a sale of stylish new
moustaches. These will be made up for two simoleons, in color
desired to match any facial decoration scheme--waxed, fitted and
attached free of extra charge. Line forms on the left!_"
_Miss Kandie, Miss Garnier and Miss Girourd_ have all left us, amid
showers of confetti, during the last little while. Object, matrimony.
[Illustration: Youthful Portrait No. 2]
Who is it? If you "have a hunch" send in your guess and watch for name
in the August issue.
Listening-in at an H.B.C. Dance!
(Imaginary Scraps of Desiccated Conversation Collected at a Company
Dance).
"_I have just two left open."
"Say, isn't he lanky!"
"Who is that dressed in Copen?"
"There--I've lost my hankie!_"
"_Hear that saxophone whine!"
"Who's your friend, may I ask?"
"Have yu tried the grape-vine?"
"Whew! This three-step's some task!_"
"_Now, you take a pace back."
"See here--when do we eat?"
"Like a sea-going hack--
"Stepped all over my feet!_"
"_Such a long intermish!"
"Do you wish lemonade?"
"She's like Dorothy Gish."
"Yes, that's imported Jade._"
"_I could fox-trot all night."
"And never grow weary!"
"M-m-m! My face is a sight;
"Slip me your puff, dearie._"
"_There's those two, cheek to cheek!"
"Ho! See that man bowing."
"Now, don't jump when I speak--
But your ears are showing!_"
"_'Home, Sweet Home!'--You live far?"
"Why you're really so kind,--
But then Art. bro't his car;
I am sure you won't mind._"
--_From_ "Piebald Pomes and other Atrocities" by the Akoond of Swat.