Arts High School - Vignette Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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When I walked into the front entrance of Arts High . . . for the first time, I felt alone and uncomfortable. As I glanced around the lobby the beautiful marble steps seemed to be so big and towering, that 1 felt even more frightened—if that was possible. I turned around slowly, looking at the huge murals near the top of the walls. Boy, if only I could paint like that! Well, that's what I was here for. 1 gathered up my courage and began to follow some of the others into the auditorium when I saw the big display window. Greetings Freshmen! Those were the only words on the sign, but they were enough to make me feel a little more at ease. I walked into the auditorium feeling pretty good. Wow! 1 never saw such an attractive auditorium. The stage had a lot of music stands on it and I noticed the beautiful curtains. They still looked new! (After awhile, I found out that they were new.) There were so many chairs, I couldn't imagine their ever being all filled. At the moment not too many people were around so 1 decided to explore the building. As 1 walked down the corridor I spied a room with an open door. Mmm—Principal. That was Dr. Seamster. I’ll bet that’s the room where he wrote out the post card 1 received telling me that I was accepted to Arts High. I turned down the corridor wondering if 1 would ever get the opportunity to enter that office when Dr. Seamster carefully inspects one of the many papers on his desk. Our auditorium, where we gather together in the spirit of warmth and friendship, has been the scene of a variety of memorable programs.

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DR. FREDERICK C. SEAMSTER B.A., M.A., Ph.D. Principal As 1 entered the Irani hall of this school for the first time. I teas rather frightened. My fears disappeared suddenly when a tall, pleasant man greeted me. He introduced himself as Dr. Seam-star. In time to come, 1 was to realize what a good friend 1 had made that day. MISS M. BERNICE HAMILTON B.A., M.A. Vice-Principal I shall always remember my impression of Miss Hamilton on that first day, as she welcomed our freshman class. Her gracious, soft-spoken words immediately made me feel at case. I have since found her to Ire a kind adviser who is sincerely interested in my life at Arts High. o These newcomers seem just as nervous as I am. It'll probably be easy to make friends. Even the photographer taking our picture has a pleasant smile. Just think—a picture of me, a mere freshman, with Dr. Seamster and Miss Hamilton.

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girls were in such a hurry getting their books that 1 thought I’d better be getting back to the auditorium, but I couldn’t resist the temptation to look around the comer. I took a hurried peek, and then looked again. Sure enough, the sign said guidance office. Now here was a big room! I thought, I’ll always be glad to be able to come here for help with my school problems—and I’m going to need guidance! Miss Hamilton smiles brightly as she begins her days work. saw a smaller room. Vice-PrincipaF the icord on the wall near the double doors said. I looked into the room. Seeing the desk piled high with schedules to be checked made me realize the big decisions that are made in this little room.” As I walked to the other end of the corridor thinking about this, 1 was shaken out of my thoughtful mood by the sound of feminine noises—silly giggles and high voices. You guessed it-the girls’ lockers! The There's always a traffic jam in the girls’ locker area. Mrs. Longlcy tells Tonia Harrison and Howard Shipley about the various methods of securing vocational information. The happy crowd exchange comments as they walk along the corridors between classes.