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... West Baton Rouge Parish School Board is a school district headquartered in unincorporated West Baton Rouge Parish, Louisiana, United States ... The district serves West Baton Rouge Parish ...
... West Baton Rouge Parish (French Paroisse de Bâton Rouge Ouest) is one of the sixty-four parishes in the U.S ... West Baton Rouge saw a very small percentage of growth after Hurricane Katrina with the latest estimate (July 2006) put about 864 extra residents into the parish ... West Baton Rouge Parish is part of the Baton Rouge Metropolitan Statistical Area as well as the Baton Rouge–Pierre Part Combined Statistical Area ...
... caused flooding that spread into northern West Baton Rouge Parish and southward to Addis west of the Texas and Pacific Railroad ... spur line from Lafayette, Louisiana to Anchorage in West Baton Rouge very early in the twentieth century ... ferry, called a "transfer boat", from Anchorage (immediately north of the Sunrise Community) in West Baton Rouge Parish across the Mississippi River to Baton Rouge in East Baton Rouge Parish ...
... University of Louisiana-Lafayette)* State Field • Baton Rouge, LA W 54-0 October 3, 1914 Louisiana Industrial Institute (Louisiana Tech)* State Field • Baton Rouge ...
... West Baton Rouge Parish is governed by a parish council ... West Baton Rouge Parish Sheriff Office is led by Sheriff Mike Caze ... Street in Port Allen Louisiana across the street from the West Baton Rouge Parish Governmental Building and Library ...
Famous quotes containing the words rouge and/or west:
“With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace,
She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red hair
Propped upon pillows, rouge on the pallor of her face.
She would not have us sad because she is lying there,
And when she meets our gaze her eyes are laughter-lit,
Her speech a wicked tale that we may vie with her....”
—William Butler Yeats (18651939)
“Its a fine land, the west land, for hearts as tired as mine,
Apple orchards blossom there, and the airs like wine.”
—John Masefield (18781967)