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Lester B. Pearson
Lester B. Pearson

Lester Bowles Pearson, a former Prime Minister of Canada, was born on April 23, 1897, and died on December 27, 1972. He played a significant role in Canadian politics and international affairs, known for his diplomatic skills and methods of peaceful conflict resolution. more

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