Arts High School - Vignette Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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t 5 rm, ‘ a 4 ‘ A eR eres Te Ah, that first day! We all remember our awe and wonderment as we first entered the mural clad lobby and headed for the auditorium. Martin Cohen, Renee Price and Frank Conner slid meekly past : the critical gaze of disgusted seniors who kept re- peating, “They get smaller every year!’ Our homerooms were assigned, and our new home- room teachers fiendishly introduced us to schedules, 4 recitation, slips and organization cards. After what - seeme eons, we arose dripping with perspiration and staggered into our classes. About this time, ten or twenty of our students were mashed to death in the locker room. The first year remains as a mosaic of rushing to classes, making new friends and finding out that a myth was not a miss with a lisp, but a fairy-tale. The year two, brought us in, bright and fresh from the summer vacation, as new fledged sophomores. In our Art classes we were inculcated into the mysteries of plaster of paris sculpture which crunched underfoot and managed to creep into our hair and clothes with the oil paint we had generously picked up from stray palettes. Some of our outstanding artists were, Joe Del Guercio (now in the Army Air Corps), Pauline De Rosa (Editor-in-chief of the Scope), Bill De Martino (now in the Sea-Bees), Wally Buergel (Editor of the Vignette), and Ed Cohan who unfortunately left school before he could graduate with the class. There were of course, - many more talented people. About this time many of us became very active in school affairs. We were through with being tor- mented by sarcastic seniors. Seymour Farber became known as “The Voice” because he was in so many Arts High radio productions. But, something happened which made us all stop and think. Yes, this was the year of Pearl Harbor. Then, we plunged into our Junior year. Mr. Cris- well and Mrs. Cross had been haunting us with the time worn phrase— ‘One—two—three’”’ et cetera, and after all of these years, we were going to dance with the girls. With grim expressions we received the news. | quote! “Men, this is the Zero hour! You are going to proceed. to sector 107 and engage in combat with the Amazons. You have a responsibility to up- hold your teacher in his boasts. Every man for him- self!” We blithely proceeded to waltz in Fox-trot time and Rhumba in Tango-time, but we had broken the ice and that was worth the effort. Jeanne Gordon and Esther Richliano were our top exhibition ball- room dancers. By the way, have you seen Carmelina Cimo imitate Carmen Miranda? We next found out how to save on lunches. We would simply eat Miss Stewart's and Miss Howard's still-life subjects. As the term closed, we had an election for mayor of Arts High. There were three candidates, Charles Hess, George Edmonds, Jr., and Esther Richliano. Our boy, Hess, finally won after a hard struggle. Entering the school in September is always an adventure for us, because we feel that our parents have had enough of us all summer and besides this year we were Seniors! te me 4A LEST WE FORGET Strolling down the halls of Arts High, one can find many outstanding characters among the senior group. For instance: Bernard (“Is my hair combed?”’) Herr, Norman (“What time is it? I got to bed late last night’’) Finklestein, Edward (“Buddy, can you lend me a quarter for lunch?) Higby, and if you should see a fellow with a smile of glee on his face, a blue book in his right hand, and a gun in the other, ignore him. It's just Wilber Kerner collecting the class dues. The chattering, vivacious girls, walking arm in arm down the hall are those popular debs, Helene Halo, Adele Allison, Phoebe Parnes and Irene Rob- ins. There's John Jack Patrick Loughlin and Albert (Shorty) Pussehl, the only boys you have to look at twice to see once! Sure to be seen hobnobbing with Pat is Tom (Laughing boy) Collins. That fellow with the female convoy is the Handsome Hawaiian Heartbreaker, Reginald Rodil. Here comes the gossip club from H. R. 420, Mary (Giggles?) Garjian, | Dorothy Gonska, Anna Aulita, Ann Palazzo, Shir- 19 ley (Blondie) Springer, Carmela (Twinkle-eyes) Sponzelli and Dot (The wit) Scablinski. As exact opposite to this group we present the Silent Squad, Carmela (That Ipana smile!) Montano, John (Irish) Moravec, Margaret Matusiewicz, who won the 1944 Bamberger’'s Scholastic Grand Prize, Eloise Lowery, and Charles (Champ-Athlete and Sphinx) Kiel. That's Mary Ann Torre over there, the girl with the pretty smile, and with her is Theresa Zampino who makes those lovely clothes she wears. Ah, here comes Maureen Westrich! Be nice to her because her Dad's a Furrier! Angelina Juvelis, and Katherine Collins are com- pleting their course in three and a half years and have stuck together through thick and thin. That gal who zipped by here, chattering a mile a minute was our busy little class Secretary, Jeanne McTague. How does Alice Thurman keep her easy going manner and gentle smile after trying to collect money for War Stamps and Bonds from 420? Gertrude Muessel, Waltrude Buergel and Frank Pietruha put the Bee on B-9 when they start buzzing and sampling each others lunch during the fifth period! There's Norma Pagano and Mary Schuster over there, in some sort of conference about Litera- ture, Arts High doin’s—or, back homework! Dot Torppey (Torpedo is her nick-name a la Chasen) is a first class Jr. Nurse’s Aide, First Aider and Transportation Squader!! That fellow singing away is Angelo D'Andrea, the Thrush, who often takes it on the wing! Your guess is as good as mine. I’m not sure whether that’s Theodore or Leon Upshaw! Run quick girls, here comes Fred Krumm!! That fellow over there who is trying to make himself heard is Sidney Yarnold. Well, Senior, that just about winds things up for now, but when you re old and gray and your grand- children ask you what “horrors you suffere during the Second World War, you can tell them that you went to Arts High, (and LOVED every minute of it)! EXCELSIOR!

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