John Fitzgerald Kennedy, Jr. 1960-1999: Memorial Tributes in the 106th Congress of the U.S

Strom Thurmond
DIANE Publishing, 1999 - 123 pÓgines
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Memorial tributes given by Senators to John F. Kennedy, Jr., the son of late Pres. John F. Kennedy, after his tragic death, along with his wife Carolyn and sister-in-law Lauren Bessette, in his private plane when it crashed into the sea near Martha's Vineyard on July 16, 1999. Includes a tribute by Rep. Eliot Engle of NY; Statements by Pres. Clinton and V.P. Gore; Memorial Services, Church of St. Thomas More: Special Tribute by Sen. Ed Kennedy, Readings by Anne Freeman and Caroline Kennedy Schlossberg, John's sister; Commentary and Tributes from various newspapers and mag., inc. Editor's Letter, George Mag., which John had edited; and Statement of Paul Kirk, Chmn. of the John F. Kennedy Lib. Fdn.

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