Former MJF chair wins high honor
Richard Campbell, former chair of the Department of Media, Journalism and Film (MJF), will be honored with the Benjamin Harrison Medallion next Tuesday, March 19.
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Richard Campbell, former chair of the Department of Media, Journalism and Film (MJF), will be honored with the Benjamin Harrison Medallion next Tuesday, March 19.
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By Alison Perelman, Assistant Culture Editor
By Alison Perelman, Assistant Culture Editor
By Alison Perelman, Assistant Culture Editor
Alison Perelman, Assistant Culture Editor
By Alison Perelman, Assistant Culture Editor