Hand-book of Calisthenics and Gymnastics: A Complete Drill-book for Schools, Families, and Gymnasiums. With Music to Accompany the Exercises ... (Google eBook)

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Schermerhorn, Bancroft & Company, 1864 - Gymnastics - 388 pages
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