Cranston High School - Cranstonian Yearbook (Cranston, RI)

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Cranstonian Board HOPE KANE' MARGARET RYDBERG PAULINE JONES ATLANTA MCINTOSH BERTHA HINDS .Ivkc Editor Asst. Editor Art Editor Literary Editor Asst. Editor THOMAS WADE EDYTHE PINE MISS CARPENTICR MILIJRED FISHER JOHN D'ROI'I'C0'UR .4xst,Buxi1zcsLv Manager Alumni Editnr Faculty Aiivisar Editor-in-Chief Business Manager MISS KANE CHARLES CLOUDMAX Faculty Advisor Asst. Busiizcxs Manager

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