My trip abroad ([c1922])

Page scan 000162 from My trip abroad

Record Details:

Title:
My trip abroad
Date:
[c1922]
Publisher:
New York, London : Harper & Brothers
Volume:
My trip abroad
Leaf #:
000162
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
University of California Libraries
Sponsor:
MSN
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Date Added:
July 19, 2022
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