Arts High School - Vignette Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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Frances (doll) Cifello proudly got up enough nerve to chop off her long hair, but still looked cute as ever. Mary Cirrato came back still swooning over her sailor boy. Ann Skema’s address book was still progressing. Right after our summer vacation, Miss Eddy and Miss Kruck, introduced us to Dr. Muzzy. Now no one can say they don’t know Muzzy. Miss Eddy saw to that. Every Wednesday, during auditorium you could see Harold Ragin at the black and whites. The Dean twins, Emeline and Evelyn, often gave out with some harmony. Don’t ask me which is which. I still don’t know. Maybe Mary Herrington and Bernice Simpkins could tell you. We have that chic little girl, Marie Meringer, to thank for the high percent in War Stamps we always had. She certainly knew how to get it out of us. I guess this is the time to think of Marian Scaglione. When it came to collecting money, whatever it was for, Marian was there. The members of homeroom 208 will especially remember our cutie. Right, Manny? Poor Jo Brown! Remember when she broke her toe in gym? We all thought it was funny, but Jo didn’t. Quite the opposite to Jo’s hard kicking, we have Stella Pontikas who never kicked the ball farther than third base. Who'll ever forget the inseparable four, VeVe our Irish beauty, Sweet Gwen, Vivacious Glo and Rose Marie? Carmen Compatelli, our cosmetic girl, is also quite an artist. She has her own art studio and really sells her work. Mildred Elliot and Ann Cutrone always may be seen talking very secretly. We'll always remember Ann’s laugh. Marilyn Schneider and Marilyn Brown rate high among our class beauties. Did you know Marilyn Brown played the violin? Iris Has- treiter is also talented in music. Remember when Iris sent us that delicious box of fruit from Florida? Helen Starko and Rosina Russo never had to worry about the man shortage. They had their men hock, line, and sinker. Did we forget the Bob Hope of our class, that joy maker Rocco Cornacchia? Why is it that Tom Kuntz always stood out in a crowd? Then we had Frank (ambitious) Taminaro who was always quiet, but still water runs deep. Henry Jordan also looked quiet, but . . . brother. Another one of our few men was La Verne Smith (“oh--But Miss Shirley, I knew it”.) Remem- ber? Besides being inierested in girls, William Troublefield often brought out the Einstein in him in history and English classes. Our class seems to be filled with geniuses, for example Gene (smiles) Boeninger. Special mention goes to Hattie Beckwith, deputy mayor of Arts High. Now we come to the more serious part of our memories. The names of Fred Went- worth, Peppino Mobilio, Paul Robinson, and Robert Martin will always stand out in our class history. These boys left us in our senior year, to help Uncle Sam get the war over a little soon- er. We really missed them. Well, kids, the ride down memory lane is just about coming to an end. We've had a very happy time here thanks to the members of the Faculty. We feel indebted to Mrs. Meek, and Mr. Rich, our homeroom teachers. We'll really miss dear old Arts High.

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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.

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Winged Warrior ARTHUR SKUCAS A roar of an Engine — The spat of a gun, Pilot and plane Are blended as one. Out with the throttle Down with the rudder — The plane whips about With a groan and a shudder. The man turns his head — Tracers are creeping Closer and closer, His very life seeking! The ship gives a lurch The engine is dead; Pilot and plane Are punctured with lead! So ends the story Of a man and his plane — May the death and the glory not be in vain.