. Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine . er Gasoline Bill Hoddinottis getting callouses on his feet. We knowwhy. How much are they charging forgasoline Bill? Agents Office—CamdenCorrespondent, W. H. Bull Another of those delightful musicales washeld in the Mens Rest Room, CamdenStation, on March 30, under the direction ofMr. Oregon Milton Dennis, musical direc-tor, assisted by J. M. Green, assistantgeneral foreman. Singing by the mens chorus was a featureof the program. A quartet from the Balti-more and Ohio Glee Club, consisting of Van Sant, first tenor; W. R. Clymer,second tenor; C. E.
. Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine . er Gasoline Bill Hoddinottis getting callouses on his feet. We knowwhy. How much are they charging forgasoline Bill? Agents Office—CamdenCorrespondent, W. H. Bull Another of those delightful musicales washeld in the Mens Rest Room, CamdenStation, on March 30, under the direction ofMr. Oregon Milton Dennis, musical direc-tor, assisted by J. M. Green, assistantgeneral foreman. Singing by the mens chorus was a featureof the program. A quartet from the Balti-more and Ohio Glee Club, consisting of Van Sant, first tenor; W. R. Clymer,second tenor; C. E. Mitchell, first bass, andC. K. Townsend, second bass, renderedseveral selections which were much enjoyedby those present. Several pretty solos weresung by Aliss Bailey. The picture on the next page shows thegroup after the meeting. The Accounting Department is in thelimelight, the stork having recently visitedthe homes of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Barham,lea\-ing a son, and of Mr. and Mrs. C. , leaving a daughter. BELT LINE NOH; Correspondent, Robert L. Heiser Oh, th train was coming, coming fast,but how in th world will th train get past?For th wire is broke on th signal pole anda great big freight comin out o th cars and th hill to make—Oh why,oh why, did that signal break! Whollvolunteer to save th day? I will, I will!they heard a young man say. Ill climbth pole, Ill save th day! Th wind wasblowing a terrible gale and it was no timefor a signal to fail; but things will happendown Baileys Way, in fact they happenmost every day. Al Evans, our hero,with waving hair, stopped his work holdingdown a chair, grabbed his coat, put on hishat, shed a tear and kissed th cat: rushedfrom th tower and up th track, around thpole and met himself comin back. Thengineer on th Locust Point freight bet thfireman that Al was a bit too late. Alshinned th pole, held th signal clear, andall th folks set up a cheer. He lost his coatand he lost his hat and th win
Size: 2180px × 1146px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1920, bookidbaltimoreohi, bookyear1920
