Manual High School - Mirror Yearbook (Peoria, IL)

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'Elie Wfifrvor N N cw N N N tw N GEORGIA LORD, M. A. University of Chicago. Head of Home Economics Department. ln life's struggle slie's bound to win, For sl1e's the kind that never gives m. R. M. CAHAIL, B. A. University of Iowa. Physics. Mr, Caliail is witty, but that 1sn't half As mce as his smile and his pleasant laugh. JOHN Voss, M. S. Knox Collegeg University of Chicago. Biology, Algebra. The right man m the nglit place. MARY JOHNSTON Bradley Polytechnic Institute. Clerk. 'kShe is a fviend of all. LEDA M. WYsONG Bradley Polytechnic Institute. Clerk. Erin loyal, ever true, To the task she has to do. RUTH STACY Secretary. She speaks in deeds, not words. CPage 19D 'Nw i929

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