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Carson Newman Men's Letter Club


Men's Letter Club

"Composed of all men who wear the Varsity C.-N. Monogram in athletics, the Men's Letter Club is active in promoting the interests of the varsity sports and also provides a means of sharing common interests in the world of athletics."
Taken from a 1940 Appalachian
Carson-Newman College Yearbook
Jefferson City, Tennessee
Published by the Senior Class
Yearbook belonging to Ray Allen Shubert, Class of 1941

My father-in-law, Ray Allen Shubert, is in the front row, second from the left. He was a student of Carson-Newman from 1938-1941.

Comments

Bill West said…
Hi Judith!
I saw you became a follower of
my blog and followed the link back here to yours. I especially enjoyed the post on Lucy Cowert and the Spanish Influenza outbreak.
Very moving reading!

I look forward to reading more here!

Bill
Thank you SO much, Bill. I'm very excited about the network of bloggers I've found on Facebook and so glad you decided to follow my blog. I'm thrilled you enjoyed reading about my Great Aunt Lucy. I'm a little partial to that post and feel more than a touch of pride when people comment on it!

Thank you.
Judy

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