Troy University - Palladium Yearbook (Troy, AL)

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A' .M 5 ?Q Irie. D,-X......-ll XDJUJJ -. fJ as e H WALTER S. RICHARDSON Class of 1917 Died in France of typhoid fever, January 27, l9l9. NOTE.-Among the hundreds of splendid young men who have been students with us we apprehend that there yet may remain some whose names should be recorded' here, and we have delayed publication for sometime hoping to complete this roll, and we trust our friends will find it so. If, however, any name has been omitted it will be a source of very poignant regret to us, for it is equally to them, as well as those named and pictured here, that this book is dedicated.

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