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Title: Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Baltimore and Ohio Railroad Company Baltimore and Ohio Railroad Company
Subjects: Railroads -- Employees -- Periodicals Railroads -- United States -- Employees
Publisher: (Baltimore, Baltimore and Ohio Railroad)
Contributing Library: University of Maryland, College Park
Digitizing Sponsor: LYRASIS Members and Sloan Foundation

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4 eggs. Mix as in the foregoing,leaving the egg whites to be folded in last.Bake in a moderate oven, allowing the caketo raise completely before it begins to brown.This cake took first prize in a contest inOklahoma. HypocrisyBy E. H. C.When friends are friends in sight, not mind*With honeyed words and smiling lipsConcealing malice heart enshrined;And these to you are known, beware!The demon tries you to ensnare.Trust not his lips, his smiling face.They will but lead you to disgrace;A hypocrite no friend can be,To friend and foe alike is he. WOMEN READERS 1 ! You can get any pattern here shown ;by filling out the following coupon, clip- ;ping and enclosing with price shown I(stamps, check or money order) in Ienvelope addressed Baltimore and iOhio Magazine, Mount Royal Station, =Baltimore, Md. I Try our pattern service—five days Ifrom day you mail order to day you getpattern. i Name I Street I City State. I Size Send pattern number. . 42 Baltimore and Ohio Magazine, November, 1921 1 _
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Genevieve I saw her knitting yesterday, a garment of an orchid hue. And stitch on stitch laboriously, she plied her needle through and through. A frown upon her forehead white, a pout that gathered on her lips, Theres something wrong, this maiden said, Im very sure this needle slips. I saw her knitting yesterday; today her needles idly lie Neglected in a muslin bag; I sought the maid to ask her why. I found her with her favorite book, and curled up in her easy chair. Upon her lips that pucker still; the breeze blew lightly through her hair. I hate that wool, she said to me, those needles always drop the thread, Id never wear it anyway, I wish Id bought some blue instead. I couldnt make the stitches right, they puckered up in every row, Ill take the wool back to the store, I hate those sweaters, dont you know? I saw her late this afternoon, her hair was curled, her cheeks were pink,She ran to meet me down the street, My dear, she gasped, what do you think?Jane Andrews just went by the

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