Arts High School - Vignette Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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Veron EXT epee) ser MERRIAM, ARCHIE, Jr. ARCH “Lo, what | lack, my mind supplies’ MESLAR, MADELINE MADDY “Like a lily which the sun looks through in its sad decline MITTERHOFF, MURRAY MURPHY His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbled by MORRISON, DORA RED Like sunshine on a dancing rill’ NAGLE, LOUIS LOU We caught the tread of dancing feet NASELSKY, HELEN UBY A life that moves to gracious ends’ NOVAK, JULIA JUDIE She is more beautiful than day’ OLZEWSKI, IRENE RENE © hail to the strain that sae sweetly is ringing, Like some fairy bird in the wilder- ness singing’ OWEN, WILLIAM BILL A comb that deftly parts the hair, A smile that drives away all care PALIUSIS,; “ADELE SHORTIE Pure and as true as steel’

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Var eel Eg pala vtar JOHNSON, LAWRENCE LAWRENCE And faster than his tongue did make offenses, His eye did heal it up” KALISH, RIVA RIVA um 2 iat Never a one is so gay KEHOE, AGNES AGGIE A simple soul possessed with many gifts’ KINNEY, RUTH SHADOW Gayety without eclipse” KLUGERMAN, DOROTHY DOT To strive, to seek, to find, but not to yield” 16 LAW, WILLIAM BILL Large was his bounty and his soul sincere’ LIPSKY, OLGA OLLIE So light of foot, so light of spirit LUNDIN, LEROY ROY | fear no foe, | scorn no friend MANOS, TED TED | fear thy kisses, gentle maiden McGOLDRICK, ANNE MAC Shot through and through with cunning words

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ITRSIN ety el a8. PINADELLA, JOHN PENNY He envies none that chance doth raise. PERAZZO, JOHN JOHNNY And he's a man and a’ that’ RYDBERG, ALETTA MICKEY ''Ereedom gaily doth she tread SAGER, BARBARA BOBBE Delicious spites, and daring ang- ers and airy forms of flitting change SCHOENDORF, MARIAN Thy lightning laughter, Dimples the baby roses in thy cheek ! SHAFFER, SEYMOUR CY He's chawing up the ground, And he's kicking all around SPANEL, MARJORIE LOIS PEG Her bright black eyes, her bright black hair’ SPARKS, CAROL SPARKIE So sweet of face, such angel grace, In all the land hath never been STENGEL, MILDRED MIL With your floating, flaxen hair, Thy rose lips and full blue eyes” STOYAKEWICH, ANNE KERNEL “Hail to thee, blithe spirit