Bates College - Mirror Yearbook (Lewiston, ME)

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Three Seasons at Bates Fall 8 Winter 60 Spring 118

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Editor-in-Chief Norrine Abbott '68 Photography Editor Jim Ledley '69 Business Manager Paul Baird '68 Advisor Dr. James S. Leamon Business Staff Circulation Manager Alison keuch '70 Assistants Bob Higgins '68 Sheila Schmitt '70 Carolyn Chmura Photography Staff Harold Silverman '7O Dick Welsh '70 Assistants Jerry Grossman '68 Steve Pedersen '69 Ellie Feld '68 Mirror Staff 1968 Editors Layout Editor - Bruce London '68 Associate Editors - Ellen Yeaton '70 Hettie Hartman '68 Copy Editors - Patti Perkins '68 Joe Carlson '68 Sports Editor - Gary Higgins '68 Senior Editors - Gretchen Hess '68 Sue Syren '68 Administrative Editors - Jane Aaron '68 Linda Seaver '68 Activities Editors - Gail Martin '68 Dottie Nicholas '68 Mary Jo LaRochelle '68 Short Term Editor - Bonnie Cummings '68J Office Manager - Jane Aaron '68 Assistants Cathy Fay '70, Pat Hardy '68J, Linda Porrino '70, Jim Seales '69, Diane Akers '68J, Arlene Oliveira '68J, Liz Cabral. Special Credits: Jane Whitney '68 Seasonal Poetry

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