By all means let us throw the windows of our minds wide open to the blessed breezes of heaven and rejoice in this "best of all possible worlds." Live vitally, energetically. Really "enjoy your work" and throw yourselves with might and main into play.
And remember, the Hudson's Bay Company, which has existed for 251 years, does not require you to be its Atlas when you go home at night. It will get along quite as well if you lay business aside, out of your mind, and relax and "air your brain" from the fatigues of the day and then come back in the morning full of "pep" ready to give good measure in the service you have sold them.
Some of our young ladies like to do a little bit of homekeeping in their spare time; one we know of has a wonderful little "cabin home" on the wooded shores of Burrard Inlet. On Wednesdays and Sundays she dispenses hospitality to a chosen friend or two.
We heard of a most entertaining "party" held not so long ago. It would appear that the guests foregathered at a rendezvous to be driven to "Ozocomfy" in another young lady's motor car. They all had a wonderful day of it, notwithstanding the fact that the motor tires blew off, and the gas gave out. They pluckily stuck to the game and arrived home after a most hilarious outing.
Leaving for New Posts at Victoria
Those about to leave Vancouver for their new appointments at Victoria Store are as follows: Mr. Porte, manager; Mr. Stanhope, manager, furniture department; Mr. Marten, manager, draperies; Mrs. Grew, librarian; Mr. Stewart, manager, ladies' shoes; Miss McLaren, manageress, whitewear; Miss Grimason, manageress, ready-to-wear; Mr. Wilkinson, manager, delivery; Mr. Horne, accountant; Mr. McBain, traffic manager.
The Wild Man
"Who's the stranger, mother dear? Look! He knows us! Ain't he queer?" "Hush, my own! Don't talk so wild, "That's your father, dearest child!" "He's my father? No such thing! Father died, you know, last spring!" "Father didn't die, you dub! Father joined a golfing club, But they closed the club, so he Had no place to go, you see! No place left for him to roam, That's why he's coming home. Kiss him—he won't bite you, child, All these golfing guys look wild!"
EDMONTON
