THE BODY POLITIC




William Hare
  Alan Head
   Jack Face
Donald Beard


Kenneth Back

    Gary Hart

Gerry Hand                                                           David Lim

  William Dick

                                   Sir Keith Seaman


     John Legg

                                 Sir Alfred Kneebone



            Michael Foot                                  Dingle Foot



                                                                                    Michael Small
            October, 1992

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