VOL. IV Issue 7B
Holabird Has Party and Parade for July 4th
Once again, Ed and Barbara Nemec put together one of the most festive social gatherings in the Holabird Metropolitan area last night at the Nemec Ranch. Holabird Advocate Publisher, Jerry Hinkle was among the honored guests at the event. Most of the Nemec children were present as well. The Oldest Nemec daughter, Natalie, wasn't there, but was very well represented by her son, David.

Even with the current "Mad Cow" scare, Jerry failed to discover if the beef on the grill was South Dakota Certified. This is because he was raised to not complain with his mouth full. He and quite a few others followed Bridget Nemec Drummond in the annual parade in the backyard to work up an appetite. Bridget was playing "Stars and Stripes Forever" on the flute. This went on for a good while. Some were too cool to join in the parade, but Jerry figures who needs dignity, when you can be in the entertainment business. All in the parade carried a flag in their hand. Barbara brought up the rear to make sure all who were in the parade stayed there.

There was a sing along portion to the festivities as well. One guest put the national anthem on her cell phones ringtone in case she got a call during that part of the celebration.

Conversation was never lacking. Nick Nemec told of seeing a big rattlesnake at West Bend and had to call for a ranger, who gathered it up to put it somewhere else. Nick was advised that a PITA Member from Hill City claims they taste like chicken. Nick also notes that several websites around the state are carrying link to the Holabird Advocate. The current hay situation was also discussed. Ed stated that this year's hay crop was the best he has seen in 40 years, and wonders if they may get a second cutting this year.

Of course, it wouldn't be Independence Day without fireworks. The display this year was superb. Brigette Nemec spend $18 on one called "the Drum Barrel". It was the show stopper. As the display was playing out, our Publisher thought of the battle at Fort McHenry, when the American flag was first illuminated. He also thought of those in the service who were, and are, in harms way.

Jerry arrived late, but made up for it by staying too long. He managed to leave before midnight, but did not get home until about 12:06 am Tuesday morning. Still, it was time well spent.

Anne Hansen has reported to the Holabird Advocate that she has not set a date for her wedding to some fella named Matt (she knows the last name, but we don't) She has announced that she will not set a date until she and Matt can afford to buy a house. All of us at the Holabird Advocate wish more prospective spouses would think ahead like that. It might make for a better world all the way around.
South Dakota Songbook
(This is the song whose tune is borrowed for "The Star Spangled Banner". It a famous drinking song in England, but looks difficult t o sing, even while stone cold sober. Barbara Nemec wanted to know the words, so here they are, just for her)
"To Anacreon in Heaven"

To Anacreon in Heav'n, where he sat in full glee,

A few Sons of Harmony sent a petition;

That he their Inspirer and Patron wou'd be;

When this answer arrived from the Jolly Old Grecian;

"Voice, Fiddle, and Flute,

No longer be mute,

I'll lend you my name and inspire you to boot,

And besides I'll instruct you like me, to intwine,

The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."

The news through Olympus immediately flew;

When Old Thunder pretended to give himself airs.

If these Mortals are suffered their scheme to pursue,

The Devil, a Goddess, will stay above stairs.

"Hark," already they cry, "In transports of joy,

Away to the Sons of Anacreon we'll fly.

And besides I'll instruct you like me, to intwine,

The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine.

The Yellow-Haired God and his nine lusty Maids,

From Helion's banks will incontinent flee,

Idalia will boast but of tenantless Shades,

And the bi-forked hill a mere desert will be.

My Thunder no fear on't,

Shall soon do it's errand,

And damme I'll swing the Ringleaders I warrant,

I'll trim the young dogs, for thus daring to twine,

The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."

Apollo rose up and said, "Pry'thee ne'er quarrel,

Good sing of the Gods with my Vot'ries below:

Your Thunder is useless"--then showing his laurel, Cry'd

"Sic evitable fulmen" you know! "

Then over each head My laurels I'll spread

So my sons from your Crackers no mischief shall dread,

While snug in their clubroom, they jovially twine,

The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine.'

Next Momus got up with his risible Phiz

And swore with Apollo he'd cheerfully join--

'The full tide of Harmony still shall be his,

But the Song, and the Catch, and the Laugh,

shall be mine.

Then Jove be not jealous

Of these honest fellows,"

Cry'd Jove, "We relent since the truth you now tell us;

And swear by Old Styx, that they long shall intwine,

The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."

Ye Sons of Anacreon then join hand in hand;

Preserve Unanimity, Friendship, and Love!

'Tis yours to support what's so happily plann'd;

You've the sanction of Gods, and the Fiat of Jove.

While thus we agree, Our toast let it be:

"May our Club flourish Happy, United, and Free!

And long may the Sons of Anacreon intwine,

The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."