The Newspaper Press: In Part of the Last Century and Up to the Present Period of 1860 : the Recollections of James Amphlett : who Has Been Styled The Father of the Press, Extending Over a Period of Sixty Years in Connexion with Newspapers, London and the Country, Том 1Whittaker, 1860 - 149 стор. |
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