Arts High School - Vignette Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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Years Will Fade But Memories Linger CARMEN COMPITELLI When lost at sea four years ago, In a ship without her mast, We freshmen manned her and made her go, And found our way at last. When we were sophomores bold and strong; (With Mona Lisa looks), We thought our teachers were all wrong, And knew only what they learned from books. Then came our mighty junior year, . . . 7 1 Our hearts were light and gay, Graduation was, oh, so near; Our thoughts were far away. And now we’re seniors full grown and wise ( ?) Our eyes are full of tears, When we reminisce and visualize The happy four short years. Graduation then reminds us Of the four years that have sped by; Of the joys we'll leave behind us, When, remembering, make us sigh. Memories are painted pictures, That adorn the walls of time; Colors are made by careful mixtures. Sweet memories make life sublime.

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WILLIAM TROUBLEFIELD 76 Peabody PI. William says that he intends to go to college after graduation, but his Uncle may change his plans. I can just picture him in the Army. If what has happened to his teachers is typical, I feel very sorry for his future top sergeant. And you girls out there better watch out for William. He says his hobbies are swimming, baseball, football, girls, and girls. Quite a list, I'd say. Here is one fellow who always has a smile on his face and a good word for everyone, including the girls. Good luck, fella, and may you always be the same happy-go-lucky fellow that Arts high is so fa- miliar with. PAUL ROBISON U. S. Navy Since October 1944, this school has lost something, and we do mean Paul, the good- looking little kid called “Blondie”. We at least know that he’s keeping the Navy and girls happy some place else. One look at him and you would probably call him “Dimples”. We do (on the sly.) They took the best part of the cake when they took Paul from us. We’re not sure what he intends to do after the war. A fellow like Paul couldn’t make a wrong choice. We trust his judgment. You have the wishes of all Arts High with you kid. PVT. PERANO NICHOLAS MOBILIO, U.S.Army “Pep” was the first of the “Unholy Four” to leave for the Armed Service. He took with him his art ability and maybe, his coin collec- tion. If Pep wasn’t doing crossword puzzles, he was sitting in a movie seeing an exciting film. His pet peeve is candy and candy stores. Beyond any doubt Pep had the most outstanding gym- nastic ability of anyone in the gym class and hopes some day to use it as a stunt man in the movies. When he gets out of the service, he hopes to continue his study of commercial art. At Arts he belonged to the Drama Club, and the Photo Club, he also attended art night class- es. He keeps the class busy with his large sub- scriptions of Bond and Stamp orders. FRED R. WENTWORTH, U.S.N. 55 Wilson Ave, Our “Freddie” is a favorite with all the gals and guys! His enlistment in the Navy left a gap in our class, but his frequent letters keep him with us. He has quite a few hobbies, head- ing the list is Art, no doubt because of his abundance of talent. Swimming, horseback riding and making friends follow closely. “Our Sailor” plans to continue his art career after the war, specializing in Interior Decoration. With Fred’s determination and talent, he should have no trouble. This boy’s sense of humor is envied by many and appreciated and missed by all. Our best wishes and prayers are with Fred- die always! Good luck and God bless him,

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WHEN WE WERE YOUNG AND Gly Come on, kids, what do you say we all go for a ride down memory lane? Remember that day in September 1941? (That’s when we were young and gay.) We first walked into Arts High as frightened little freshmen, who gazed at the bewilderingly big seniors with the “know it all look” in their eyes. As we look back to our freshman year, we can still see Ralph Marino chasing Anna Di Vincenza. (Ralph began his wolfish tactics very young. By the way, he’s still at it.) You prob- ably all remember a little braided girl. She turned out to be our very charming president, Rose Marie Alberti. Our freshman year flew by. Before we knew it we were sophomores, a grand and glori- ous feeling. By this time we were used to the big seniors. Filling out schedule and organization cards didn’t seem much of a headache any more. (Are we kidding?) Just about this time you remember, Charlie Adamo, (the great), Albert Groves, Emanuel Haller and Peppino Mobilio became inseparables. Incidentally they all shared one locker, and oh.... what a sight! If you ever took a peek into it, ’m sure you’d remember it. Yes, Audrey Reshkin and Rita Horowitz were still walking together. The girls of homeroom 418, at this time remember, how their hearts were broken when Uncle Sammy nabbed their six footer, Robert Kingsland. (Right, Marie?) Now we are approaching that swift turn down the road. We left behind our kiddish ways and became serious juniors. Oh... yes, our junior year. That’s when things began pop- ping (a la Seaglione.) We now elected our first officers. Energetic Rose Marie Alberti became president. Our class beauty, Helen Starko, was voted vice-president, popular Charles Adamo, secretary. Our sophisticated lady, Palma Cieri, became treasurer. The most important affair in our third year was that smash hit, “Young Adventure”. That was quite an occasion, and our he-man, Al Groves, had the leading role. (We'll never for- get that kiss, Al) Others in the cast from our class were: our Genius Manny Haller, Charlie: (That man’s here again) Adamo, Ralph (woof woof) Marino and our cute Adeline Farinella (Giggles). “Young Adventure” was the talk of the school for weeks later. We certainly felt proud of our class, thanks to Miss Shirley. Among our class stars also is Louise De Sarna, our class nightingale, who has often thrilled us with her beautiful voice. We can’t talk about our junior year without mentioning our class meetings. Weren’t they tops? Every one attended, including our little Lana Turner, Arky Torsiello .(There’s no harm in dreaming, is there?) After a year of hard work, work and more work, we decided to give our teachers (poor things) a two months’ vacation to recover from the headaches we had given them.