Official Register of the Officers and CadetsUnited States Military Academy Print. Office, 1942 |
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19 July 20 July 4th Class admitted July Age at date Air Cadets Army Nurse Corps Arthur Assistant Instructor August August 28 Calif Cand Captain Charles CLASS entered July Class Mathematics Coast Artillery Corps Colo Commanding Conn Corps of Engineers Date and Place Date of Admission deficiency in Mathematics Donald Edward English Ex-Cadet Field Artillery Flying Instructor Sq found proficient Francis George granted leave Ground Cadets Half class daily Harold Henry Infantry Iowa James January 12 John Joseph July 15 July 20 July July June June 12 Kans leave of absence Lieutenant Colonel Major Mass Math Military Academy Military Topogra Minn Officer Ohio Okla Order of merit Ordnance pay and allowances Place of Birth Relieved Richard Robert Second Lieutenant Smith Spanish Stewart Tactics Conduct Tenn Texas Thomas Total Proportional Walter Wash West Point William
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Page 34 - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre.
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