The State Electricity Commission of Victoria (SECV, ECV or SEC) was a monopolistic electricity generation, transmission and supply utility located in Victoria, Australia. Control of the SECV was by a board of Commissioners appointed by the Victorian Government, following the example of the Victorian Railways, and in contrast to the Departmental control that managed Australian postal and telephone services.
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