Arts High School - Vignette Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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Ve SiN eh fe bees ah LEWIS, GLYN GLYN True wit's nature to advantage dressed, What oft is thought but ne'er so well expressed’’ LINDSEY, MARGIE MARGE Character and intelligence go hand in hand MALONE, SAMUEL SAM | am the master of my fate, | am the captain of my soul MALORATSKY, BESSIE BESS She's a corker for her size MAXEL, ELLARD MAX He looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man’ NEWMAN, IDA JOE A friend that is warm and steady NICOSIA, ROSS RUSS To err is human; to forgive, divine NOLLEY, RICHARD RICH And even his failings lean to virtue's side PICONE, ANGELINA ANGE | thought that life could have no sting To infant butterflies PULVERENTI, VINCENT RED Character is higher than intel- lect

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Vat N Biot, Cp epinoie v7, GAFFNEY, JOAN QUEENIE She walks in beauty GARY, RUTH GARY They can conquer, who believe they can’ HILL, CONSTANCE CONNIE She is a scholar and a ripe good one MOlUZER SMILE HOPSY A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair’ HOFFMAN, VIRGINIA DOLLY Fair as.a star when only one is shining in the sky IENNI, ROLAND RO His hair is crisp and black and long, His face is like the tan INSDORF, LILLIAN TOOTS Consider the lillies of the field KARAKOSTAS, JAMES JIM “A man of independent mind’ KUGEL, LENA LEE A brilliant conversationalist and a remarkably clever person LEVITT, IRVING IRV Like a poet hidden in the light of thought ——

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Verto NET TL Ee ato ROSANO, JESSIE JAY There is mischief in this girl ROSE, STANLEY STAN A courteous and affable gentle- man’ ROSENBAUM, VICTOR VIC Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying ’ SARASOHN, RAE PEGGY | strove with none for none was worth my strife’ STAFFORD, ELEANOR EL Happy am I, from care | am free, Why aren't they all contented like me SPADA, LOUIS LOUIE He taketh most delight in music STAENBERG, HERMAN HERM And even though vanquished, He can argue still” STEINRICH, MILDRED MILDY As happy as the day is long’ SUSSMAN, MILDRED MILLIE lf there be laughter in your heart, Don't' hold it for tomorrows’ THEOPHILUS, PETER MURPHY, JR. Speech is silver, but silence is golden