Due to our inability to make up carloads from Winnipeg to Vancouver–and the combined carload rate from Montreal to Winnipeg and L.C.L. rate from Winnipeg to Vancouver being larger than the through L.C.L. rate from Montreal to Vancouver–this saving in freight cost would not be felt on Montreal or Liverpool shipments of drygoods to Vancouver. The reason for this is indicated in Table No. 3. The comparatively lower through L.C.L. rate from Montreal to Vancouver is made to meet competition with the slower but cheaper water route via the Panama Canal.
WINNIPEG
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.