Arts High School - Vignette Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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The boys in Mr. Criswclfs Gym class limiter up with their free-hand warm-up exercises. Mary Ann Chutsanis, Mary Ann Scalercio and Joyce Cannata lead the Gym class in daily exercises. The office seems quite peaceful now but wait until Arts Wall's master clock Groans the hour. We may complain that our faithful custodians send up steam heat on hot days and no neat on cold days, but we love them fust the same.

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JUNE 1958 HOME ROOM 218—1A-MRS. SWEENEY. First row. left to right: Stanley Steininark. Dolores Koval. Mary Ann Laulettc, Patricia Manning. Patricia McClimans, Diana Kcllehcr. Sylvia Mack. Mrs. Sweeney. Second row: James Carr .than, Douglas Jones, Mildred Ban, Henry' Michaud, Carol O'Donnell, Aretta Adendahl. George Zalan-Karossy, Robert Lewis, Benedetto Mongiovi. Back row: Gertrude krnpilak, Joseph Morrone. Jean Michalsd, Annette Kavsell, Joseph Mannion, Emily Na arus, Edward Ebert, Caroline knakicwica, Rosalie Klotz, Marie Macino, Larry McCoy. HOME ROOM 314—1A—MR. CLAMURRO. First row. left to right: Camille Cavaness, Paul Cidcrn, Ann Cimola, Albert Cana-relli, Eleanor Chase, Raymond Underwood, Angela Carracino, Dennis Anniballi, Laura Foster. Raymond Alban, Mr. Clamurro. Second row: Ernest Klepetz, Frank Cimirro, Ann Campanella, Carol Adams, Robert Camuso, Barbara Bienkowski, OUio Simmons. Richard Bates. Constance Atkins. Hack row: Gwendolyn Sims, Joseph Posclla, Stanley Cichowski, Mary Crews, Joan Michalski, Dallas Beach. Margaret D'Atno, Martin Alpert, Anna Stefaniuk, Salvatore Cerruto, Anthony Silva. 11

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'ou could staree in a neu; school looking for the cafeteria! Upon exploring the ground floors I stumbled onto the main office where one of the busy clerks had a huge, glossy, juicy apple on her desk. Continuing on my way I heard deafening screams and knew this was the girls' gym. The mouth-watering aroma of the cafeteria seemed near, so I scurried to the basement. Here I found janitors, sweeping and munching crunchy peantit brittle! My hollow stomach gave with a hunger pain that shot me up the stairs. Entering the Occupations class to hear about the taste-teasing career of a Dietician onlu increased my hunger for food. I wandered weakly into the Algebra class where they were discussing food budgets. Then came the Science class with a talk on the number of proteins in a tender sirloin steak. 1 staggered to the first floor and used my last spurt of energy to carry me to my destination—the cafeteria. Here I anxiously gobbled a sandwich and milk in time to hear the next period bell ring. “At ease there. Buddy. says our famous math teacher. Mr. C tamurro. General Science covers everything from the structure of a snowflake to the eruption of a volcano, says Mr. Perry. You either have your lunch and no scat or a scat and no lunch. “According to the last test, you re the most bashful group in the schoolsays Mr. Morris. Whenever topsy-turveu pic is served. Mrs. Flynn always has a caoacity crowd and a fine cash balance.