United Colleges - Vox Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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ELECTRIC POWER SERVANT OF ALL In Manitoba the advantages of low cost hydro¬ electric power were fist introduced by Winnipeg Electric Company. Today this Company is the largest power producer between the Great Lakes and the Rockies with ultimate capacity of 393,000 h.p. WINNIPEG ELECTRIC COMPANY A Business-Managed Tax-Paying Utility Page Twenty-nine

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it easier to go down to Woolworth’s and buy a ring and say she’s a widow, than to explain to any nosy neighbours why she’s not married. I admit it sounds stupid, but maybe she didn’t want to admit she hadn’t been able to get a man.” He leaned back to gloat over the de¬ sirability of the male. His wife addressed him with one of her few really intelligent remarks. “There are lots of women who ' would be much better off if they weren’t married.” “Well,” he said in an attempt to close the subject, “since this woman is dead, it doesn’t The NEW deb-u-curl Permanent 1 x ' Si Perfect for long or short l - s hair. No cutting necessary. V L only $4.75 A NU-FASHION BEAUTY SALON 334 Portage Phone 927 703 Student Social Functions An ideal setting— excellent facilities and service—good food—plus an at¬ mosphere of gen¬ uine hospitality. Telephone head- waiter at 928 251. SATURDAY EVENING SUPPER DANCES during the winter season IMF fOI T GAERy W50-11 HOWARD TILLMAN, Resident Manager really matter whether she is married or not.” “You’re wrong, dear,” said his wife gently but firmly, “it might be her husband who mur¬ dered her.” “By the way, how did she die?” he felt that he might as well hear all about it. He would anyway, so he decided to be nice about it. “In¬ digestion?” “Of course not, silly. She was stabbed to death three times.” “Really?” He was determined to enjoy this. “What does the countess think of it all? Is she glad to be rid of her dear daughter or is she busily weeping buckets for the g entlemen of the press?” “You must hear what she has to say about it.” She hurried to get the valuable paper. “Here it is here. Listen.” “I’m all ears.” “She says: ‘I am deeply upset to hear of the tragic death of my dear daughter. I have no idea who did it. My daughter had no enemies that I know of, but whoever the horrible person was, he or she is definitely my sworn enemy.’ The paper says she sobbed brokenheartedly all the time she was talking. Gosh, ' the poor lady!” “Baloney! They probably haven’t spoken or written to one another in twenty years. The old lady, I’ll bet, sent one of her henchmen from her gypsy tearoom out to bump off the daugh¬ ter. Respectable people, you know, are the only ones who die of old age.” “Don’t be so cynical! You have no sympathy for those less fortunate than yourself; all you do is make fun of them.” “I suppose you are trying to tell me that you are sympathizing with these people in their misery? All you’re doing is gloating over the gory details and the fact that the old lady calls herself a countess. If this woman had died of starvation or cancer or something like that and her mother was a farmer’s wife, it would be ten times as pathetic, but you wouldn’t even read about it much less ooze with all this false sympathy. Don’t you dare say one word of this stupid business to me again or I’ll divorce you.” He stomped out of the room, his dinner un¬ finished, while his poor wife thought to herself. “He just doesn’t understand me. Oh well, I wonder if the other paper has any more about it. I think I’ll go down to the drug store and buy one.” Page Twenty-eight

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