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NATIONAL WOMEN'S CONFERENCE 1977 - Joan as delegate

AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN THE MAKING  


MISSOURI Document 139: "Delegates to the National Women's Conference" (Houston: National Women's Conference, 1977). 15 pp.



DELEGATES TO THE NATIONAL WOMEN'S CONFERENCE

The voices and faces of American women delegates to the National Women's Conference reflect the diversity of this country's female population. Self-descriptions of the delegates, ages 16 to 80, indicate a myriad of women's roles and occupations, There ane single and married women, mothers, daughters, and grandmothers. There are homemakers, working women, students and retired women. Delegations include a number of nuns, secretaries, teachers, nurses, lawyers, ministers, fadory workers, handicapped women, technicians, and women from urban, rural, farm and ranch areas of this country.



DELEGATES

Angie Bennett, Springfield

Joan Brier, Columbia

Shirley Clough, Glendale

Mary Gale Doyle, St. Louis

Mae Duggan, St. Louis

Karen Dukewits, Independence

Frances Freck, Kansas City

Mary Gant, Kansas City

Joan Hart, Lebanon********************

Donna H. Hearne, St. Louis

Mary Fran Horgan, St. Louis

Peggy Keilholz, Jefferson City

Adele Kelman, Clayton

Patti Kemp, Jefferson City

Delphone McLaughlin, Des Peres

Odile Mecker, St. Louis

Elaine Middendorf, St. Louis

Judith O'Connor, Bridgeton

Ann O'Donnell, St. Louis

Frances Noonan, St. Louis

Eline Rodriquez, Arnold

Jacqueline Schlef, Dellwood

Lucille Selsor, Oakville

Clare Simon, Florissant

Ann Slaughter, St. Louis

Louise Grant Smith, Clayton

Mattie C. Smith, Kansas City

Mary Treis, St. Louis

Eleanor Wasson, Sedalia

Vi Wilson, Kirkland



ALTERNATES

Wilda R. Worley, O'Fallon

Sue Shear, Clayton

DeVerne Calloway, St. Louis

Frankie M. Freeman, St. Louis

Joan Krauskopf, Columbia
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