Butler High School - Nugget Yearbook (Butler, NJ)

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 FAWN: To be successful at something, there must be an inner drive urging one to keep reaching for her goal. Fawn Con- nelly has this inner drive. She had always wanted to be a model because of the fun and excitement involved. Fawn took action and enrolled into the Serendipity School of Modeling. After graduation she realized, however, that modeling was not all fun and excitement, but rather involved serious work. The field of modeling requires “a lot of travel, versatility, confidence, good nature, the ability to change clothes quickly and to do your own hair and make- up.'’ Fawn is already considered a professional by the people in her field. “I’m not sure how far I’ll take it. I would have to be in New York a lot and that’s difficult. I’m not too sure whether I’m in a position to do that yet. I do know I’ve enjoyed it and will always be involved with it in one way or another.” See you in “Vogue”, Fawn! KENNY Some people are natural-born leaders. Kenny Klemm has always been involved in either one undertaking or another. Kenny’s road to success started when the Butler Board of Education paid for the student council officers to attend the “Leadership Training Conference,” between his sophomore and junior year. Here he saw how the whole system operated and was eager to learn more. He expressed his interest by next attending a camp, where he broadened his horizons in the activities of a student council officer. “My school advisors and administration were 100% behind me!” In order to gain a top position within the system, Kenny submitted an application and went through a screening process. A campaign committee was formed within the school to gain recognition. On January 17. 1982, in Trenton, N.J.. Kenny Klemm was elected President of the New Jersey Association of Student Councils and assumed office the same day. In March. Kenny won the National Century 111 Award which included a $10,000 scholar- ship and dinner with President Reagan. From left: Bill Villalobus. Senator. Sean Walsh. Secretary, Kim Durkin. Treasurer; Steve Ryerson. Vice President. Insert: Diane Fanning. President: Michele Cina. Senator.

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CINDY: ANGELO: Boxing is in Angelo Curro's blood! He started at the age of nine in a gym in Paterson, N.J.. where he went with a couple of friends. One day after Angelo had finished sparring (practice boxing), a man called Tex Gonzales approached him. Having observed his skill. Tex came to the conclusion that Angelo had two things that are hard to find in a fighter: a heart and a hard right hand!” The boxer-trainer relationship began at this point between Angelo and Tex. A good twenty-four hours of practice are put into each week. Has this paid off??? Angelo is the Junior Olympic State Champ,’ as well as Golden Gloves Finalist!” His record stands at (22-1), with seventeen knockouts! When asked who his favorite fighter is, he answers. Robert Duran! 1 like Duran because of his constant pressure on the opponent and his lightning quick punches.” Many will be saying the same about Angelo Curro some day! If someone had said to me at the beginning of my sophomore year in Espanol I, that I would be speaking Espanol in Espana one day, I would have thought he was crazy!” Cindy Bogush had doubts that she would ever visit Spain, much less Europe. However, the opportunity to do just that arose when her aunt and uncle were in need of a babysitter to accompany them on a two month trip traveling throughout Europe with their baby. On July 1. 1981, Cindy found herself aboard a plane, headed for a whole new atmosphere. Her first stop was Spain, where she traveled throughout the country by car and train. France was next! Here Cindy stayed in a 15th Century manoir, Manoir du Vaumadeuc and a castle. Hotellerie du Chateau de Coudrec on Lake Geneva. There was no time for rest because the agenda yet contained: Belgium, Holland. Germany and Switzerland! I will never forget the summer of ’81, growing up. being a full time mother, and seeing the world!” Margo Moscato began riding horses when she was five years old. She now owns two horses. Blue Chip and Super Spook. Margo has every opportunity to ride when she desires since her parents own the Springbrook Acres stables on Union Avenue in Bloomingdale. At the age of ten, Margo began riding in competitions (riding through a course of fences.) She presently has an entire wall filled with ribbons at home. In 1976. Margo’s horse. Tiffany, became the “Champion of New Jersey for Children’s Hunter.” Margo was questioned about her future plans when she replied, “I would not like to continue riding as a career because it is very straining mentally and physically. Now. it is very hard to keep up my grades and ride for hours every day after school. I will always keep riding as my hobby, but never be in competitions.” MARGO:

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Ted E. Bear Caper by Mora Magons A True Story It seems just yesterday that I saw him sitting on the “taste- fully” designed couch in the senior office. He was such a popular and lovable guy. Might I add, he was always stylishly dressed. Ted E. was with us through the good times as well as the bad. The first shocking news arrived a day or two before the scheduled senior hayride. One morning as the groggy-eyed seniors shuffled into our office to sack out, they noticed something was different. Ted E. was gone!!! No where to be found! He was not on the graffitied desk next to the typewriter or perched upon the antique sink in the dingy closet! As the day wore on, gossip traveled fast and soon it was clear that Ted E. had been kidnapped! A ransom note was professionally delivered to the administration demanding free tickets to the senior hayride, or else. . .! Accompanying the note was Ted E.’s tongue and eyeball! “They dissected Ted E.!!!” The night air was crisp. Seniors were loading on their. wagons when. . . Ted E. appeared in his usual flannel shirt and overalls! Everyone was so thrilled to see their ol’ pal back, that they forgot to inquire who was the guilty party. The wagons started rolling and in all the commotion, Ted E. was thrown to the top of a heap of hay-throwing seniors. Unfortunate were those who were forced to the bottom of the pile. After a short while everyone came to the conclusion that “someone had put on some weight.” Off Ted E. went. . . landing perfectly in the center of a mud puddle! It must have been from all the previous shock, but Ted E. was causing an awful lot of problems. Sitting in his puddle, he backed up all the traffic. The second wagon had to come to a screeching halt, in order to avoid running him over. Some good Samaritan from the second wagon, picked Ted E. up and loaded him on. The next school day found Ted E. in his usual hangout—the senior office, left over hay clinging to his fur coat. Things ran smoothly for a while, until Ted E.’s next disappearing act. The kidnappers were in action once again, stopping at nothing to bring the downfall of Ted E. It was a slow death. Flung over the shoulder of the murderer, who was seen racing down Bartholdi Avenue, stuffing was falling out of poor Ted E. The last traces of our good friend were found amidst the cars in the senior parking lot. Obviously a hit and run victim. “We will never forget you, Ted E. Bear!”