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Full Title	Chicago Ledger, v. XLIV, no. 13, Saturday, March 25, 1916.
Contributor	Provost, Agnes Louise.
Date Added	29 January 2016
Format	Newspaper
Language	English
Publish Date	1916-03-25
Publisher	Chicago, Ill. : W. D. Boyce Company
Source	Dime Novel and Popular Literature
Alternate Title	The middle drawer / by Agnes Louise Provost.
Topic	Popular literature > Specimens. Story papers > Specimens.
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Disclaimers	Disclaimer of Liability Disclaimer of Endorsement

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