Long Island University C. W. Post Campus
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File:Liu post logo.jpgLIU Post (formerly named C.W. Post Campus of Long Island University and often referred to as C.W. Post) is a private institution of higher education located in Brookville in Nassau County, New York, United States. It is the largest campus of the private Long Island University system.
The campus is named after breakfast cereal inventor Charles William Post, father of Marjorie Merriweather Post, who sold the property to LIU in 1951 for $200,000 ($1,790,769 today). Three years after it acquired the property, LIU renamed it in honor of Post's father.
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