Joplin High School - Joplimo Yearbook (Joplin, MO)

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' - HARRY E. BLAINE A. B. Drury College. Graduate work at University of Cfmicajo Principal. , X 'Ir Un Y

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JAMES A. KOONTZ B. 5. Northeast Ivfissouri State Teachers' College. A. B. Stundford University A, M. Columbia University, Vxfork on Doctorate at Columbia University. Superintendent of Sciumls

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