photo of man and woman Confirmed Winnipeg Bachelor Meets Waterloo
The Happy Couple “Shot” Soon After The Event.
By Our Staff Photographer
THIS is the tale of a white-coated masseur who used to be perhaps something of a woman-hater, the tale of an irresistibly beautiful maiden in distress, and of the gossamer strands of a brunette coiffure which were too short–oh, far too short. It’s a story you’ll never forget as long as you can remember it!
The co-respondent in the case, the debonair gentleman in question, Mr. William Saalfeld, administrator of Winnipeg store’s beauty parlor, though usually triumphantly successful in the treatment of the feminine’s crowning glory, was baffled to the point of desperation. (Ha!–the plot fattens!)
Try as he might, he, the designer of fabulously rare head-dresses, could not induce this charming Madam’s hair to stay “coiffed.” Finally in great disgust, disregarding his reputation for impeccable deportment, finesse and savoir faire, Mr. Saalfeld abandoned this bewitching minx to her fate, her tresses uncombed, un-marcelled and undone.
Of course, anyone who could not detect a “rat” in this yarn, somewhere, must have no more imagination than an oyster has shins. The fascinating damsel so endearingly referred to is a wax figure, as you might have seen upon close scrutiny of the portrait. The display department in performing some little operation, such as amputating a finger, adding a new one and powdering her face, tossed her pretty locks. Mr. Saalfeld, whose services were requisitioned (as you have just heard), gave up in desperation. How they finally re-dressed her hair is a professional secret which Mr. Macgregor refuses to divulge. And the darling maintained a serene silence, only the deep blush upon her cheek betraying how her sensibilities had been offended.
WHILE WE HAVE NO infallible information regarding recent seismographic disturbances in China, we would cheerfully volunteer the information that Mr. Kaufman sat down quite impromptu and with considerable emphasis during a curling game recently.
MEMORY:
Applied to Efficiency
By R. J. HUGHES
WE are told our brain is composed of thousands of small cells and that the average person in a lifetime only develops a small number. Surely we were given a brain to use and not let half or more of it lie dormant. So let us try and see how many cells we can develop; in other words, train your memory to help you more and more, every day.
Think out a better way of doing some particular duty you have to perform–a way that will save time or result in greater satisfaction to the customer or the Company. Memorize this and when the opportunity presents itself, give it a trial. This principle applies to any department you may be in, selling, delivering, packing or unpacking; it all amounts to the same in the end, we are all serving the customer in one way or another.
A salesman I know greatly improved his position in the Company’s service, by memorizing the names of all the customers he served. His method was to note the personal appearance of the customer and any peculiarities such as carriage, gesture or attire, at the same time pronouncing the name clearly and making a mental effort to fix it in memory. After the departure of the customer, he occasionally repeated the name to himself. He associated the customer and the name with as many ideas as possible; for example, the particular part of the store where the customer was purchasing or the customer’s attitude at the counter. The impression thus made was reinforced by subsequent repetition of the name.
Similar plans may be used to memorize many other things. The particular “salesman” referred to is now a buyer and he attributes his success in a large measure to the foregoing. Of course, we can’t all be buyers, but we can all be a little more efficient and in that way pave our way to greater success.
Futuristic Fables
Winnipeg Store News as it Will,
Perhaps (?) Be Reported in the
Halcyon Days of, Say, 1945 A.D.
MR. GEORGE ASHBROOK, our resident buyer in Buenos Ayres, South America, wirelesses his congratulations to The Beaver upon its attainment to its twenty-fifth year of publication. He adds that the annual revolution in Peru will occur two weeks later this spring on account of the prolongation of the rainy season.
THE MARRIAGE is announced of Frank R. Rogers, the prominent young Winnipeg banker, son of our print-shop and book bindery superintendent, to the belle of the season, Miss Helen Ogston, on Tuesday next. Social circles are all agog over the event.
SHORT WEEK-END air flights from surrounding suburbs to see Winnipeg with its 1,000,000 population and its Hudson’s Bay Store, are becoming quite the thing. Among those who alighted gracefully upon the store’s roof-garden ’drome last week-end and dropped in to see us all, we noticed Mr. W. J. McLaughlin, of Vancouver; Mr. J. Prest, of Edmonton; Mr. F. R. Reeve, of Calgary, and Mr. Hudson, from Hudson Bay, the genial senior partner of the firm. Mr. Reeve stated that his engine had been “missing” ever since he passed over Regina. A search party had been organized to locate it. “Mac” declares it is still raining in Vancouver, but (like the cold one does not feel) Coast rain does not wet one!
DURING BONSPIEL week a very great curiosity visited the store. An old gentleman with a typical Scotch tam upon his head roamed through the aisles with the fires of recollection burning in his eyes. The snow of many Winters was upon his brow and as he moved gingerly about leaning heavily upon his cane he was evidently an interested spectator of the great progress evidenced on every hand. His manner and garb plainly bespoke that prosperity and independence which possession of plenty of this world’s goods always develops. He claimed to be Mr. George Bowdler, erstwhile champion curler and a member of the store’s staff twenty years ago.
The Store Jokesmith
MR. CONDUCTOR, please stop the Orchestra just a moment, while we breathlessly inquire whether Mr. Tom Bone, reported in January Beaver as vers librist and musical instrument maker of Vernon, should not spell his name Trom Bone? Sounds like sax-oph-one and half-a-dozen of the other to us. (Quick, Friday, the mallet!)
RUMORED, MR. AULIS, in the grocery, has lately purchased a new house. We hope he made a good deal and can sell it, if he wants to, for a $1000 or so profit, without being called a profiteer!
THERE IS A GENTLEMAN down here on the prairies who admits he has bowled 228. Mr. Samuel Beggs offers to tell who it is, if anyone is in doubt.
IF WISHES were material things we bet: Mr. Kaufman would have a waist like Annette Kellerman.
SH-SH-SH! Strictly entre nous! Mr. Wood or anybody’ll tell you that standing up for the principles one believes in is like learning to roller skate. You won’t get anywhere if you sit down too often.
Do You Know
–that Hudson’s Bay Company’s city delivery rigs made 218,049 deliveries, travelled 131,162 miles, and disposed of 267,625 packages during the year 1920? The figures are given by Mr. G. Russel, the shipping room manager.
–that the Hudson’s Bay Company’s shipping department despatched to out-of-town points by express, freight and mail, 59,519 packages during the year 1920?
–that the dining room manageress, Miss Beggs, states that her staff served 28,238 meals during the month of December, 1920.
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Write Like the Dickens Is Right
AN Oriental paper having an English section printed the following notice:
“The news of English we tell the latest. Writ in perfectly style and most earliest. Do a murder commit, we hear of and tell it. Do a mighty chief die, we publish it and in borders somber. Staff has each been colleged and write like the Kipling and the Dickens. We circle every town and extortionate not for advertisements.”
MISS CONSTANCE GREENFIELD was married on February 5th, at St. Luke’s Church, to Mr. Norman Horton. Mrs. Horton (nee “Connie” Greenfield) has been with us for eight years and her place will really seem vacant for a long time to come. We hope the newlyweds will enjoy a regular story-book romance. They will reside at Guelph Apartments.
