Arts High School - Vignette Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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Year of High Adventure. How did I feel that first morning? While J was at home getting dressed for my first day at Arts High, 1 thought I was a big wheel. Mom and Dad were looking at me with admiration and love. I thought I could conquer the world. When I arrived at school my heart beat faster and I felt lost in the midst of the hustle and bustle of school activities, a stranger in a new world! For a fleeting second I wished that I were back in grammar school tvith my old friends and teachers 1 had grown to respect and depend on. In ffassing a senior, while changing classes, I felt like a frisky pup that is shoved into a corner. The seniors were so grown up and dressed differently. They seemed burdened with the weight of the world. I don’t think I’ll ever get that serious. One upperclassman was quite nice and offered to sell me swimming pool tickets. After my happy bargaining with the sjniling fellow, a freshman approached me and said I was taken in, but good! He exclaimed, The closest you’ll ever get to water will be at the fountain.” How I found my homeroom is still a mystery to me, but it surely felt good to look around and see other faces that were willing to smile and be friendly. I wondered about that box with the voice coming out, and found it to be the public address system. It really made me feel grown up. When my future chums calmed down I heard, “The following report to the main office with books and pencils, Ludwig Da Vinci, Leonardo Beethoven, and Artie Adventurer.” Little had 1 realized that the little slip of paper I got for being late meant an hour after school. That was the first and last time for me! One of the Juniors showed me his A-Pin and Honor Society Pin. I thought he would be a stuffed shirt. But on the contrary, he gave me his two words of success, Be Yourself,” and he told me his sad experiences as a freshman. After listening to much advice, I decided to start paving the way to sophomore ship. I teas able to choose any subjects and join a variety of clubs. This was done carefully so that work and pleasure combined. The opening exercises for assembly were a pleasant surprise to me. Sot only was the conduct of the students good, but their attitude was truly patriotic and respectful. This was one more reason to be proud that Arts High was now my school. 8

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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.

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CLASS OF JANUARY 1959 HOME ROOM 220-IB—MISS ABOS. First row. left to right: Michael Lallone, Clyde Kuemmerle, Vinnie Santora, Anthony Soroe, Daniel La Motta, Eva Tyler, Ann Picillo, Miss Abos. Second row: Nonna Tenorc, Sofia Siguoris. Jocelyn Melillo, Carol Poranski, Jay Serco, Barbara McCarl, Judith Plcsnik, Carol Wilson, Virginia Delli Sante. Bock row: Joan Simeonc. Ruth Stubbs. Joseph Pal-mucci, Walter Slawuta, Nelson Martin, lames Robinson, Elizabeth Woodruff, Archie Russ, Richard Shanks, Ronald Sommerhalter. HOME ROOM 204-1B-MISS DAVID. First rotv. left to right: Richard Jenkins, loci Cannata, Robert Bell, Frank Jacoby, Edna Jones, Matilda Fletcher, Vivian Bristol, Phillip Emanuele, Miss David. Second row: Ann Himmelberger, Marion Delluria. John D Andrea, Judy Brown. Janice Croorns, William Delli Sante, Steven De Bock. Charles Caslcr. Back row: John Derek, Darlecn Golardi, Marie Cuarino, Peter Cimih, lames Boyd, Steven Bazarewsky, Lawrence Crawley, Samuel Robinson, Richard Hillman, Charles Herman, Robert Hill. 9