_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.