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Herbert Hoover
Herbert Hoover

Herbert Hoover, the 31st President of the United States, was born on August 10, 1874, and died on October 20, 1964. A distinguished engineer, businessman, and philanthropist, he served as the United States Secretary of Commerce and as the Director of the United States Food Administration during World War I. As President, Hoover implemented a series of policies aimed at alleviating the Great Depression, but his approach was widely criticized. more

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