Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine (1912) (14574758948)

Identifier: baltimoreohioemp05balt (find matches)
Title: Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine Baltimore and Ohio Railroad Company
Subjects: Baltimore and Ohio Railroad Company
Publisher: (Baltimore, Baltimore and Ohio Railroad)
Contributing Library: University of Maryland, College Park
Digitizing Sponsor: LYRASIS Members and Sloan Foundation



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HARRY E. TISDALE, 14 years old, left home on the evening of April 21, and was last I seen on a freight train northbound from Nashville, Tenn., in company with two hoboes. ( He is supposed to have been bound for the harvest fields of the north or northwest and ( / probably passed through Louisville, Cincinnati, Evansville, St. Louis, Kansas City or Chicago. jf I The boy is 5 4 tall, weighs about 125 pounds, has blue eyes and light brown hair, jf I which grows low in front of the ears. When he left home he wore a white shirt, with colored 1 j stripes and attached collar, a brown mixture worsted coat, gray knickerbockers, black ^ : stockings, black Boy Scout shoes and a checked or striped cap, too small for him. ; : Please keep a lookout for this boy, and if you find any trace of him, send full informa- ; ( tion to his father, Robert Tisdale, care U. S. Engineer office, 4th and 1st National Bank I I Building, Nashville, Tennessee; or to the nearest Baltimore and Ohio captain of police. (
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^OHN McPHERSON was whist-ling an old Scotch air as he wentswinging down the hill. At thecorner of the street he turnedand waved his cap to his wife and men(as he usually called their two sturdy boysof four and six) who stood on the porchof a white house high up on the hill,almost at the edge of the timber. Although John was a man of splendidphysical strength and energy, he said healways felt heavy and oppressed whendown in the valley and that he knew thathe would take to bad habits if he wereever compelled to live there. Real living,he said, was on the hill top above thefogs, where there was clean air tobreathe—and climbing the hill kept himin good trim. This morning he waved his cap just alittle higher and just a little longer thanusual, for his heart was light. He hadcarried his train over the regular routeday after day, through the snapping zeroweather and through the spring freshetsthat followed, and no accidents hadhappened. True, a number of days hehad been running late, but h