Kelvyn Park High School - Kelvynian Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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if ., F' A' 1 , , Q A , The Kelvynian of l945-46 is dedicated totlflisls' Rose Pesta, principidl of Kelvyn Park since its organization as a senior lQigh.3school,inXl98'3. After receiving an advanced degree at the University of Wisconsin in-l003,' entered -thellhibago Public Schools to which she has devoted her entire professional car'eeiSXHerQLride experience and un- tiring devotion, her insight and wisdom have made lielvwflwhat it is: saxschool that emphasizes high standards ot scholarship, sportsrrlanshipfrrahd charaoter training. Over 4,000 students have received diplomas from her hand, prepared to take their places as responsible American citizens living useful, hCIDDY lives. their youth and their ardent spirit oi endeavor radiate through all her coming years to make them hC1DDY with further achievement. xJ

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