DeWitt

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Charles De Witt (disambiguation)
... Charles DeWitt is the name of Charles DeWitt (1727–1787), delegate to the Continental Congress of United States Charles G ... DeWitt (1789–1839), member of the United States House of Representatives from New York Charles W ... DeWitt, Jr ...
DeWitt, New York - Education
... Jamesville-DeWitt Central School District, headquartered in DeWitt, serves portions of the town ... headquartered in the Town of Manlius, serves portions of the town of DeWitt ...
Alexander De Witt
... Alexander DeWitt (April 2, 1798 – January 13, 1879) was a 19th-century American politician from the state of Massachusetts ... Born in New Braintree, Massachusetts,DeWitt worked in textile manufacturing in Oxford, Massachusetts ... In federal politics, DeWitt was elected as a Free-Soil candidate to the United States Congress in 1853 ...
S. S. De Witt - Death and Legacy
... DeWitt died at the age of eighty-three of pancreatic cancer in St ... was survived by their daughter, Edith Sprague DeWitt Sandoz (born 1945) of Houston, Texas, formerly married to James Clyde "Jim" Wilkerson (1942–2007) and two grandchildren, James Clifton "Cliff ... Sprague DeWitt's support of freedom for all and his loyalty to his country was absolutely unswerving ...
Charles W. De Witt, Jr.
... "Charlie" DeWitt, Jr ... In 2004, DeWitt was inducted into the Louisiana Political Museum and Hall of Fame in Winnfield ... DeWitt was born to the late Mr ...

Famous quotes containing the word dewitt:

    And you, whiner, who wastes your time
    Dawdling over the remorseless earth,
    What evil, what unspeakable crime
    Have you made your life worth?
    —William Dewitt Snodgrass (b. 1926)

    I happened to find
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    —William Dewitt Snodgrass (b. 1926)