U.S. Copyright Renewals, 1974 January - June

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U.S. Copyright Renewals, 1974 January - June Chapter 1 O. U. six bullets. By Walt

Coburn. (In Dime Western magazine,

July 1946) ? 14Jun46; B28584.

Mrs. Walt Coburn (W); 5Apr74;

R574090.

R574091.

When pardners pack guns. By Walt

Coburn. (In Star Western, July 1946)

? 21Jun46; B28849. Mrs. Walt

Coburn (W); 5Apr74; R574091.

R574092.

Killers' quarantine. By Walt

Coburn. (In New Western magazine,

June 1946) ? 10May46; B34693.

Mrs. Walt Coburn (W); 5Apr74;

R574092.

R574093.

Singing down the road. By Elie

Siegmeister & Rufus A. Wheeler.

? 28Mar47; A13127. Elie Siegmeister

(A); 5Apr74; R574093.

R574117.

Botvinnik, the invincible. By Fred

Reinfeld. ? 2Dec46; A8943. Beatrice

Reinfeld (W); 3Apr74; R574117.

R574121. Read with me. By Charlotte Krum. ? 26Oct46; A8782. Regensteiner Publishing Enterprises, Inc. (Childrens Press, a division of R P E) (PWH); 5Apr74; R574121.

R574122.

The Littlest angel. By Charles

Tazewell. ? 26Oct46; A8783. Eric J.

Kromphold, Jr. (E); 5Apr74; R574122.

R574123.

You and the United Nations. By Lois

Fisher. ? 14Mar47; A11264.

Regensteiner Publishing Enterprises,

Inc. (Childrens Press, a division of

R P E) (PWH); 5Apr74; R574123.

R574124.

Picture book dictionary. Compiled

by Dilla W. MacBean, illustrated by

Pauline Adams. ? 15Jun46; AA15027.

Regensteiner Publishing Enterprises,

Inc. (Childrens Press, a division of

R P E) (PWH); 5Apr74; R574124.

R574129.

Antisemitism: a social disease. By

Ernst Simmel. ? 11Dec46; A9517.

Edward C. Simmel & Michael Hunter (C);

13Mar74; R574129.

R574141. Clandestine. By Lusandre Feu, pseud. of Estelle Lusandre Lingham Pritchard. ? 19Sep46; AA29107. E. L. Lingham Pritchard (A); 5Apr74; R574141.

R574145.

Minnesota under four flags. Editor:

Arthur James Larsen. ? 28May46;

AA20772. Minnesota Historical Society

(PWH); 3Apr74; R574145.

R574147. Home study course in piano tuning, regulation and repairing. Lesson 1-8. By Lawrence Robert Wood. ? 29Jul46; A517086. Lawrence Robert Wood (A); 26Feb74; R574147.

R574150.

Pine burr table cloth. By Candis

Griffitt. ? 1Apr46; AA10500. Candis

Griffitt (A); 14Mar74; R574150.

R574151.

Barracuda. By Richard Powell.

(In The Saturday evening post,

Mar. 29, 1947) ? 26Mar47; B71524.

Richard Powell (A); 24Apr74; R574151.

R574170. Color blind. By Margaret Halsey. ? 1Oct46; A8623. Margaret Halsey (A); 18Mar74; R574170.

R574174. The Mystery of Monsieur Pliny. By Allan Vaughan Elston. (In Liberty magazine, June 22, 1946) ? 12Jun46; B25545. Allan Vaughan Elston (A); 8Apr74; R574174.

R574175.

Prodigal's brother. By Allan

Vaughan Elston. (In This week magazine,

Aug. 18, 1946) ? 14Aug46;

B33727. Allan Vaughan Elston (A);

8Apr74; R574175.

R574177.

The Asey Mayo trio. By Phoebe

Atwood Taylor. NM: compilation &

pref. ? 9Aug46; A8151. Phoebe

Atwood Taylor (A); 8Apr74; R574177.

R574178.

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