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L. Rodgers
No full text"LAC L Rodgers Arrived Darwin 1942-1944 with 1 Squadron on HMAS Duntroon Batchelor".Leading Aircraftman L. Rodgers. Arrived Darwin 1942-1944 with 1 Squadron on His Majesty's Australian Ship Duntroon. Batchelor
Rodgers, L L, 405771
No full textThis record was harvested from a previous catalogue system and will be withdrawn in 2025. Information in this record may be superseded or incomplete. Visit this record in UMA's new catalogue at: https://archives.library.unimelb.edu.au/nodes/view/414021Surname: RODGERS. Given Name(s) or Initials: L L. Military Service Number or Last Known Location: 405771. Missing, Wounded and Prisoner of War Enquiry Card Index Number: 47142.232936
Item: [2016.0049.46282] "Rodgers, L L, 405771
The campaign for democratic socialism 1960-1964.
No full textPhDIn early 1960 it seemed likely that the official Labour
Party defence policy would be defeated by a unilateralist
resolution at the Scarborough Conference. In response to
this possibility the Campaign for Democratic Socialism,
or CDS, was established.
The CDS projected the image of a grass-roots movement
inspired by Gaitskell's "fight and fight again" speech.
But it was run by a Campaign Committee which included
leading members of the Party like Tony Crosland, Roy
Jenkins and Patrick Gordon Walker, as well as less well
known members like Bill Rodgers, Dick Taverne, Philip
Williams, Brian Walden, Denis Howell and David Marquand.
This highly talented group launched an elaborate and
successful lobbying, publicity and briefing operation
which was influential in overturning the unilateralist
vote at the Blackpool Conference of 1961. After Blackpool
the Campaign helped many of its leading members find
seats in the House of Commons while continuing to put the
"revisionist" case through its newspaper Campaign.
The importance of the CDS in the history of the Labour
Party is, primarily, as the first internal pressure group
organised by the right of the Party. It was also the
first internal Party group to use such sophisticated
lobbying techniques. Moreover, the subsequent careers of
the leading members of the Campaign influenced the
development of the Labour Party. The CDS was an important
formative political action for many of them. Finally many
of the CDS supporters set-up or joined the SDP when it
was launched
R.W. Rodgers $2.00 (two dollars) private scrip
No full text(L) Locomotive (C) '1' (R) Steam tugboatThis private scrip was issued in Van Zandt County at Jordan's Saline by R.W. Rodgers. It is payable in Dollars of the Confederate States of America. The note is bordered on all sides by a thin imprinted black line. Vignettes are imprinted on the left and right edges of the note. The vignette to the left depicts a vertically printed locomotive. The vignette is surrounded by a decorative floral border. The vignette to the right depicts a vertically printed image of a steam tugboat. In the upper center of the note, 'On Demand' is imprinted and below, 'R. W. Rodgers' in a serif font. To the left, the abbreviation 'No.' is imprinted, followed by the handwritten '76'. Below, '2.' is imprinted in a decorative square box. The phrase 'Will pay the Bearer' is imprinted in a script font. In the center of the note, 'Two Dollars,' is imprinted in an uppercase serif font. Below, 'in Confederate Notes, when presented in sums of' is imprinted in a script font, followed by 'Twenty Dollars,' imprinted in an uppercase decorative serif font. The phrase continues in a script font, 'at his Office at Jordan's Saline, Texas'. Below, 'R. W. Rodgers' is handwritten. In the lower left corner, 'Shreveport, La., July 7th, 1862.' is imprinted in an italic serif font. On the verso, a central vignette depicting a riverboat is imprinted in blue ink. '2' is imprinted to the left and right of the image.R.W. Rodger
R.W. Rodgers $3.00 (three dollars) private scrip
No full text(L) Locomotive (C) '1' (R) Steam tugboatThis private scrip was issued in Van Zandt County at Jordan's Saline by R.W. Rodgers. It is payable in Dollars of the Confederate States of America. The note is bordered on all sides by a thin imprinted black line. Vignettes are imprinted on the left and right edges of the note. The vignette to the left depicts a vertically printed locomotive. The vignette is surrounded by a decorative floral border. The vignette to the right depicts a vertically printed image of a steam tugboat. In the upper center of the note, 'On Demand' is imprinted and below, 'R. W. Rodgers' in a serif font. To the left, the abbreviation 'No.' is imprinted, followed by the handwritten '122'. Below, '3.' is imprinted in a decorative square box. The phrase 'Will pay the Bearer' is imprinted in a script font. In the center of the note, 'Three Dollars,' is imprinted in an uppercase serif font. Below, 'in Confederate Notes, when presented in sums of' is imprinted in a script font, followed by 'Twenty Dollars,' imprinted in an uppercase decorative serif font. The phrase continues in a script font, 'at his Office at Jordan's Saline, Texas'. Below, 'R. W. Rodgers' is handwritten. In the lower left corner, 'Shreveport, La., July 7th, 1862.' is imprinted in an italic serif font. On the verso, a central vignette depicting a riverboat is imprinted in blue ink. '3' is imprinted to the left and right of the image.R.W. Rodger
R.W. Rodgers $1.00 (one dollar) private scrip
No full text(L) Locomotive (C) '1' (R) Steam tugboatThis private scrip was issued in Van Zandt County at Jordan's Saline by R.W. Rodgers. It is payable in Dollars of the Confederate States of America. The note is bordered on all sides by a thin imprinted black line. Vignettes are imprinted on the left and right edges of the note. The vignette to the left depicts a vertically printed locomotive. The vignette is surrounded by a decorative floral border. The vignette to the right depicts a vertically printed image of a steam tugboat. In the upper center of the note, 'On Demand' is imprinted and below, 'R. W. Rodgers' in a serif font. To the left, the abbreviation 'No.' is imprinted, followed by the handwritten '85'. Below, '1.' is imprinted in a decorative square box. The phrase 'Will pay the Bearer' is imprinted in a script font. In the center of the note, 'One Dollar,' is imprinted in an uppercase serif font. Below, 'in Confederate Notes, when presented in sums of' is imprinted in a script font, followed by 'Twenty Dollars,' imprinted in an uppercase decorative serif font. The phrase continues in a script font, 'at his Office at Jordan's Saline, Texas'. Below, 'R. W. Rodgers' is handwritten. In the lower left corner, 'Shreveport, La., July 7th, 1862.' is imprinted in an italic serif font. On the verso, a central vignette depicting a riverboat is imprinted in blue ink. '1' is imprinted to the left and right of the image.R.W. Rodger
MS 030 Guide to L. Rodney Rodgers, MD Papers (1940-1994)
No full textThe L. Rodney Rodgers, MD papers consists of announcements, correspondence, articles, handbooks, ethics papers, Harris County Medical society meeting records, reprints and other printed material related to L. Rodney Rodgers career in internal medicine. See more at MS 030
Mr. Richard Rodgers and Hope Rodgers
No full textRichard Rodgers and Hope Rodgers oral history narrative. Also note that the transcript is for one tape, and the tape just ends, so it's incomplete.MR. RICHARD RODGERS AND HOPE RODGERS
…To provide a complete picture, it is necessary to go back some considerable distance in
history. I need to go back and mention my father, and where I came from. My father
grew up in North Dakota. His folk’s homestead was just north of McKenzie, which is
about eighteen miles east of Bismarck. They homesteaded there in 1882. My father
naturally, grew up in that area. His parents were farmers, as was he for a long time.
Then, in the early 1930’s, 1934 to be specific, he was hired by an individual called M. O.
Steen, who was involved in the early days of acquiring refuges from lands that had been
returned to counties or states for taxes. ‘Resettlement lands’ I believe, was the correct
terminology. My father was involved in the acquisition phase. Actually they were the
evaluation of these wetlands that had potential to be part of the National Wildlife Refuge
system. At that time it was the Bureau of Biological Survey of course. And Steen was
charged with locating these lands. My father was involved with evaluating these lands for
their potential as Wildlife Refuges. That was in 1934. A logical question of course would
be ‘why was my father involved?’ with this. He had no formal education in the biological
sciences, but he was an avid hunter, as were many of the people who grew up in North
Dakota at that time. He was one of the best ‘wing shots’ I ever saw. He definitely knew
what it took to constitute a waterfowl area, and that’s why he was involved. For record,
my father’s name was Wilbert A. Rodgers. In the years that followed he and the family
moved first to Billings, Montana. He had office up in Billings, which was involved with
the construction phase of various works that were performed on the Refuges largely by
WPA crews, The Works Progress Administration crews. My father was involved with
these first at Billings, and then he was moved to the Regional Office, which was in Denver
at the time. He was there for several years and them moved back to Billings, Montana.
At about this time was when the two organizations; the old Bureau of Commercial
Fisheries and the Bureau of Biological Survey were fused to form the new Bureau of
Sport Fisheries and Wildlife. As part of this, there was the move to Billings, and then a
move to Roundup where he was involved with the management of some of these what are
now called easement Refuges. There were a number of satellite Refuges. He was there for
a number of years. Then he moved to Fort Peck, which is now Charlie Russell, where he
was involved in the administration for several years. Then he moved as manager to the
Deer Flat Refuge just outside of Napa, Idaho. Then finally to the Turnbull National
Wildlife Refuge just outside of Spokane, Washington. This is where he retired in either
1966 or 1967.
I was born on the eighteenth of January 1928. So it’s event that from about the
age of six onward, I was directly involved with Refuges. Primarily living on them, or
living with someone who was directly involved with Refuges in an administrative way,
specifically, my father. So my involvement goes back a long, long way. Growing up as I
did on Refuges, my interests were very much as to be expected. I thoroughly enjoyed
hunting and to a lesser degree, fishing. At a very early age I learned to operate such things
as tractors and so forth that would be completely impossible to do in this day and age
because there were Refuge tractors. I learned what it takes for equipment maintenance
and how things were built. Many of the things that people learn later in life nowadays, I
picked up simply because I grew up on the Refuges. I went to High School at Napa,
Idaho. Napa was the town adjacent to the Deer Flat Refuge. I came of age, and when to
High School there. That’s where I met Hope. I finished High School in Napa in 1946.
World War II was just over and the best way to get a college education was to go in the
Service [military] even though the hostilities had just briefly ended. The GI Bill was still
in force. This, I did. I graduated in June of 1946 and entered the Army in August of
1946. I spent two years as an enlisted person as an airplane engine mechanic with the
Army. The Air Force has not been split off as of yet. It was an Army liaison unit.
Then, I came and entered Utah State University. At that time it was Utah State
Agricultural College. I entered into the Wildlife Department and spent four years there. I
graduated in 1952. In the mean time, Hope and I were married. We had our first daughter
while we were still in school. When I went into the Military, Hope went into Nurse’s
training. She completed her training in Napa at Mercy Hospital and various other
locations where she took some special courses. When we moved to Logan, for school, she
went to work as a R.N. That’s when I was completing my schoolwork.
As the end of the senior year approached, the usual flurry of applications for jobs
occurred. Mine was a small graduating class. There were something like sixteen or
seventeen people. Those that had positive responses and accepted positions got ready to
leave. And those that didn’t largely stuck around and decided to go to graduate school or
do something else. We had an offer for the Federal Entrance Examination, and squeezed
by. I was offered a position at Fort Peck as a member of the Range Survey team. It was
still Fort Peck. It hadn’t been changed to Charlie Russell National Wildlife Refuge yet. In
mid June Hope and I loaded up a horse trailer with all of our worldly goods. There was a
horse trailer and our little Chevy sedan. With our daughter, we headed northward over
the passes towards north eastern Montana, and the town of Fort Peck. We were lodged
right in the old town of Fort Peck, which was constructed when the dam was being built
in the mid 1930s. The houses were supposedly temporary houses at that point. But
they had been patched and repatched, and were still being used, so we were assigned one
and we moved in. It was somewhat primitive, but the basics were there. We were able to
settle in and I settled into the routine of the Survey, which in the initial phases meant a
week or so in the field, and back on the weekends. As it went on, the eight hundred
thousand acres, or whatever it was, of the range; as we got out into distant areas we’d
stay out for ten days, and come in for four. I settled into that routine. And Hope settled
into the routine in the town. One of the positive aspects was that the Manager of Fort
Peck at that time, was Frederick Staunton. He is a long time friend, and a personal friend
of my fathers. We had known each other for a long time so it was fortuitous, and perhaps
some special privilege was shown someplace along the line. But anyway, it was nice to
be there with someone I knew on my first duty station. Then shortly thereafter, our
second daughter arrived on December 29, 1953. The temperature in Glasgow, where
Hope was in the Hospital was forty-nine degrees below zero. It was a chilly welcome.
We were there at Fort Peck until February of 1954. At that time I transferred to Red
Rock Lakes, near Menida, Montana, a Trumpeter Swan area. Initially, I was the only one
that moved up because our daughter was a bit too young to go there. Hope spent a few
weeks with my parents at the Turnbull Refuge in Washington. The trip in was somewhat
interesting. The household goods were transferred by commercial transport and they
went from Fort Peck to Menida. At that time of the year everything beyond Menida out
into the Centennial Valley is snowbound. There was no way that the commercial vehicle
could make the trip, so our goods such as they were, and they were all we had, were
offloaded and stored in a small garage adjacent to one of the saloons in Menida. That’s
about all there was in Menida. I think there were three saloons, and one grocery store. It
was necessary to bring a V8 Cat from the Refuge which was twenty some miles up the
valley into Medina. It was necessary to bring it cross-country because the roads in many
places had simply disappeared under the snow. I walked the Cat into Menida followed
by a two and a half ton truck. The household good were loaded onto the truck and we
followed it back in. There was a snow, ground blizzard at the time and you had to keep
the tractor in view because a short distance behind you the road was blown shut again. It
was an interesting trip across country, over frozen streams etcetera, into the little town of
Lake View. During the trip, our goods were fairly shaken of course, but only one thing
was lost and never found again. That was a small desk of our daughters. It’s still out
there someplace in the wilds I assume. We arrived in Lake View, and moved into a
private cabin; that’s actually what it was. It was in on the north side of the one street
that went down the middle of the old cow town, which is actually what it was. It was
exactly what you see in the old western movies. At one time, the main activity in the
valley had been cattle, in fact, it still was. This cabin had one room in front. It had been
separated down the middle lengthwise with a partition. One side passed for the living
room. The other side was the girls bedroom, and ours altogether. Along the back of the
cabin another area was partitioned off, and this was our kitchen. The plumbing was out
behind in a little shed a short distance away. The water supply was a roaring spring out
in the other direction, outside of the house. Electricity had arrived in Lake View just a
few months before. In fact, the previous fall. The power to this cabin via an armored
cable. It was simply strung over the snow drifts into the house with a couple of bulbs
hanging from the ceiling. That was it. It was somewhat primitive. We heated the cabin
with a barrel heater in the front room, and a big old cook stove in the kitchen area. At
night you would stoke the stove up with wood until it got red hot. There was a fire in the
stove in the kitchen also, but not that warm. We’d go to bed, and on many nights we’d
have to get up in the middle of the night and do the process all over again. The cabin was
such that the logs on the inside were exactly the same logs that you would see on the
outside. There was simply some chinking between the logs, but no insulation. It was
right on the edge of being primitive. But we survived. That was with one daughter
several years old. And when my wife was able to arrive and we got her into the valley,
the youngster was young and Hope was having some health problems. We were up there
by ourselves. The Manager of the Refuge was “Win” Bankle, and his wife Connie and
their sons. At the little town there was still a Ranch Headquarters. And there was a
Ranch on one edge of the little town. The Headquarters held the Lewisons, and several
ranch hands for the winter. There was also a small school on the edge of the town. They
did have a schoolteacher. Several youngsters attended there. It was out in the country,
definitely. The mail arrived by what was called ‘snow plane’ at the time. They were
home built contraptions consisting of skis, usually two in the back. With an airplane
engine mounted backwards with a pusher prop installed and some kind of very primitive
cabin in front to keep out the coldest of the blast. That’s the way mail arrived. And
that’s the way we got around in the wintertime to the degree that we had to. It was a
Trumpeter Swan area, and there were some springs up at the upper end of the valley
where the Trumpeters were fed grain. In the wintertime it was necessary to make the trip
up there several times a week. This was done with Refuge snow planes. We had two at
the time. They are also built by the Refuge. And they were interesting contraptions.
Safety people would simply go away and hide these days to see something like that; with
those huge, big engines and those big props with very little protection between the people
running the machines and the parts rotating with great vigor a short distance behind. That
was our station. We arrived there and there were many interesting occurrences. We were
at Red Rock until October of 1956. At the urging of Refuge Supervisor McDonald, who
said that one Rodgers in the Region, specifically my father, was probably all we really
should have; I was encouraged to look at a different Region to spread things around a little
bit. To was to take away any view that there might be undo favoritism, or that sort of
thing. It was implied, but never really said that way. And it was for the good of the
order. At the time I was not too happy with it. But anyway, I had the opportunity to
go to Crystal Lake in Nebraska. We did this in October of 1956, and we stayed there for
eight years. It was very interesting. I’ll touch on that a little bit later. We left there in
about 1964 when we had the opportunity to go to Arrowood in North Dakota. The
address was Kentsel. The Refuge area and the associated wetlands were all part of the
responsibility of Arrowood. I went there as the Manager. I had been the Manager at
Crystal Lake. And I had been an Assistant Manager when I was at Red Rock. When I
was at Arrowood it was interesting also. It was a different part of the world, and a
different country. I was there until the summer of 1966. I then transferred to the William
L. Finley National Wildlife Refuge complex located just south of Corvallis, Oregon.
There, our daughters graduated from High School and started on to College. The oldest
was married there. It is a fascinating area. I’ll touch upon some of the details of that
later. On June 22, 1977 I reported for work in the Portland Regional Office as one of the
individuals involved in the BLHP program. At the stage I was also involved with the
youth programs for a short time. Most of the time, I was in a staff position in Refuges in
the Regional Office. I retired on the 3rd of January in 1988. The last six years that I was
in the Regional Office, I was on collateral duty as the Director of the Refuge Management
Training Academy. My direction came from the Washington office, but the actual duty
station was still retained as Portland. It was the best of all worlds, but it did involve
some commuting. After I retired, I was directly involved very heavily with the National
Wildlife Refuge Association. I had been a member since its inception. I became involved
and went through the various officer positions and was with them for about nine years
after I retired. The last four years of those, I was the President of the organization. That
ended my direct involvement.
Now, we’ll go back and have Hope give some recollections that she has from some
of the various places and maybe I’ll add a few more specific incidents that come to mind,
as we went through a long and interesting career.
MR. RODGERS: When did we first meet?
MRS. RODGERS: We knew each other in High School. And Dick was the ornery guy in
Biology class who argued with the teacher all of the time. I didn’t like him at all. I guess
we started dating when we were juniors in High School. He went into the Service. And I
went into nurses training in 1946. I was in that for three years. He came back after two
years and went to college at Utah State. When I graduated from nurses training I worked
at the Hospital in Napa until we got married in December of 1949. Then, we moved to
Logon, Utah where he was a student. He was, I believe a junior, and I got a job working
nights in the Hospital on the Maternity ward, which was great in a college town. We
were really busy. I worked there for a while and then I went to work in a Doctor’s office,
which I liked a lot more. Our oldest daughter was born September 9, 1951. When she
was nine months old, Dick went to work for the Service. We moved from Logan to Fort
Peck with all of our worldly goods in a trailer. It was pulled behind an old Chevy, which
we stopped every few miles so we could put water in it. When we got to Fort Peck we
lived in what had been government housing. While we were there we became very good
friends with the people who were on the Survey with Dick. We played cards a lot with
Bernadine and Casey Jones. They were real good to us. Any time we’d need a babysitter
or anything like that, they were right there. Casey taught Sheila to swear. So when
Dick’s mother came, why, she could surprise Grandma. On December 29, 1953 or
youngest daughter, Monica, was born in Glasgow, Montana. It was 49 degrees below
zero. We had to go about twenty miles to the Hospital. Dick fired up that old Chevy,
and just took us in there. I went home from the Hospital with Monica and about ten
days later I became very ill and had to back to the Hospital. Dick’s mother came to Fort
Peck to help take care of me and the two children. I went back to Spokane with Grandma
when Dick went to Red Rock. He was transferred to Red Rock. After about six weeks, I
went to Red Rock with the two girls, a baby, and a three year old. We lived in a two-room
cabin. Dick put the electricity in. He ran a wire from someplace into the cabin so
we had one light bulb. We washed with a pitcher and basin. We hauled water in from the
well. We had a big old stove. We had two stoves. There was a wood cook stove that I
cooked on. And we had a heating stove that he used to fire up at night. It got very hot. I
don’t remember how long we lived there. Then we moved into the cook shack, which was
a great big old house where they had cooked for the ranch hands. It had Bats in its belfry.
It was a big house. That’s where I got my first washing machine. I got an Easy Spin
Dry. It was my first washing machine. I still cooked on a wood stove, but I remember
that that wood stove made the best cinnamon rolls and bread. I made bread every week in
it. It cooked real well. We heated our water in a tank on the stove. One time, Dick’s
folks came to visit us. His dad was the Manager at Turnbull at that time. They came to
visit and brought Dick’s nephew who was six or eight years old. We were all sitting at the
dinner table and Grandma was holding Monica. Bruce, the nephew, picked up his hat and
a Bat flew out. Grandma screamed and jumped and almost dropped the baby! We lived
there, and we waited and we waited. They were building a new house. Supposedly, we
were supposed to get that new house when it was finished. Just before it was finished,
why, Dick was transferred to Crescent Lake in Nebraska. Again, as usual, every place we
went we made good friends with all of the Service people. The men worked of course,
and the women got together for birthday parties and things like that. I remember one
time; I took the baby and Sheila who was about two years old to a birthday party. I had
to pull them in a sled. Dick had made a sled out of an old dynamite box. We went to the
neighbor’s house to the birthday party. I came home and asked Dick how cold it was.
He said, “Oh, thirty-two below.” Here, I had had those kids out in that weather of
thirty-two below. That was our time when we met the Bancos. Wynn was a Manager
there and Connie was God’s blessing. Anything she could do to help us, she did. She
was so good. Then the next stop was Crescent Lake.
I worked in Logan until Dick graduated. Then, I didn’t get an opportunity to
work. I worked at Fort Peck a little bit. I was working for the Corps of Engineers, and he
was working for the Fish and Wildlife Service. Then, I didn’t get another opportunity to
work because we were so isolated, and I was also taking care of the girls. When we
moved to Corvallis, I went back to school. I was not registered. I didn’t have a license in
Oregon. So I went back to school. I got my license for Oregon. I never did actually work
for pay. I volunteered a lot. When we moved up to Portland I volunteered at the High
Schools. And I was accredited as a High School Nurse. The girls both graduated from
Corvallis High School. Sheila met her husband Ron, in Corvallis. He had lived in
Corvallis all of his life. He was on the Track team. They didn’t meet in high school.
They met in college. I think Sheila was twenty-one when they got married. Monica
graduated from Corvallis High School in 1972 and graduated from the University of
Oregon. Then, she went to the University of Kansas in Russian Literature. We were in
Corvallis for eleven years. That was a lot of time on the road. It seemed like I was
always in the car going some place. I was taking the girls here and there, or something.
We enjoyed Corvallis.
MR. RODGERS: We lived on the Refuge.
MRS. RODGERS: It was fifteen miles from the house to Corvallis. We used to go to
concerts at Gill Coliseum. We went to all of the football and basketball games at Oregon
State University. We became Oregon State fans and couldn’t stand the University of
Oregon. Eleven years later, we moved to Portland and that was the first time I had ever
lived in town.
After we moved to Gresham, we bought our first house in Gresham. It’s a suburb
of Portland. We had real nice neighbors. Dick was gone all of the time because he was
commuting between; at first Corvallis and Portland. Then he had the training school in
Nebraska. He was gone an awful lot. I started to play golf, and bowl, and a few things
like that. Then we moved out here, where we live now. It’s close to Sandy, Oregon.
MR. RODGERS: We’re about twenty-two miles from downtown Portland.
MRS. RODGERS: I still bowl, but I don’t golf any m
R.W. Rodgers $2.00 (two dollars) private scrip
No full text(L) Locomotive (C) '1' (R) Steam tugboatThis private scrip was issued in Van Zandt County at Jordan's Saline by R.W. Rodgers. It is payable in Dollars of the Confederate States of America. The note is bordered on all sides by a thin imprinted black line. Vignettes are imprinted on the left and right edges of the note. The vignette to the left depicts a vertically printed locomotive. The vignette is surrounded by a decorative floral border. The vignette to the right depicts a vertically printed image of a steam tugboat. In the upper center of the note, 'On Demand' is imprinted and below, 'R. W. Rodgers' in a serif font. To the left, the abbreviation 'No.' is imprinted. Below, '2.' is imprinted in a decorative square box. The phrase 'Will pay the Bearer' is imprinted in a script font. In the center of the note, 'Two Dollars,' is imprinted in an uppercase serif font. Below, 'in Confederate Notes, when presented in sums of' is imprinted in a script font, followed by 'Twenty Dollars,' imprinted in an uppercase decorative serif font. The phrase continues in a script font, 'at his Office at Jordan's Saline, Texas'. In the lower left corner, 'Shreveport, La., July 7th, 1862.' is imprinted in an italic serif font. On the verso, a central vignette depicting a riverboat is imprinted in blue ink. '2' is imprinted to the left and right of the image.R.W. Rodger
Loring Hart and Rodgers Gregory, 1972
No full textBlack-and-white photograph from Loring Hart's appointment as president of Norwich University in Northfield, Vermont, in May 1972; includes Hart speaking with Rodgers L. Gregory
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