Holabird AdvocateProviding all the news we see fit to print since 2002!Wednesday, December 21, 2005 VOL. IV Issue 12K E.E. Hinkle Bounces Back-and Forth Blame it on the Winter Blues or whatever, but when Mary Hinkle woke her father-in-law, E.E. Hinkle, up at breakfast time yesterday, he got real emotional and said that this was his last breakfast. Jerry Hinkle had to leave the room before he started laughing. This is not exactly the first time that the 103 year old E.E. has quoted the death scene from "Camille". But in the evening however, when Mary brought E.E. his evening vittles, she told him that she was having Christmas dinner at her house. He asked her if there was anything he could bring for the dinner. Maybe that was from "Death takes a Holiday" At any rate, E.E. had breakfast this morning. Will it be his last? Only God knows for sure. In the event that he does die before Joyce and Ken Ferris get back from Arizona, Jerry wants to keep the remains at the Ponderosa until then. Maybe they could sell tickets. Failing that, he'd like to stay with his grandfather in the mortuary especially if those lady undertakers come around every day or so. Jauhn Hinkle Becomes Hero by Karla Navarrette I have been a member of the Associated Student Body (student government) at Sweetwater High School since my freshman year. Our job is to run all school assemblies, provide a budget, finance the other organizations, schedule sports event supervision, and the daily taste of selling chips, candy and soda at our concessions stand during lunch everyday. Evey year 30 students become members of this organization and work hard hours to make high school memorable for the whole student body. Leading these students is the Assistant Principal Of Student Activities Mr. Jauhn Hinkle. Mr. Hinkle became the AP of Student activities the same year I entered high school, and was a new and naive as I was. Throughout the years we have become a team in the organization. Organizing such event as LU-WOW, the 70's Rave and the annual Winterball. Planning such event on top of all the other obligations involved in his job have become Mr. Hinkle's life for the past 4 years. Mr. Hinkle's goofy ways of reaching out to every student in our 2400+ student body is one of his best qualities. Whether it is dressing up as Elvis for the 70's Dance, or leading the school assemblies with an unmatching sense of humor. Working hard to improve the high school lives of the student of National City, which is one of the country's poorest community. The school is roughly 75% Hispanic, 20% Asian, and 5% White and Black, and other. Sweetwater High School is the only high school in National City, therefore everything that goes on in the high school impacts the community. Every year the passes Mr. Hinkle creates not only those goofy memories for the high school student but also the intellectual memories of tripling the school budget, bring in wonderful guest speakers such as Rudy Rutiger, and other events that touch us deeply. Especially me, Karla Navarrete, a high school senior who has watched the high school grow who is impacted everyday by the way Mr. Hinkle cares, and by the extra numerous hours of dedication he gives the school. And the comfort and support he provides the Associated Student Body. (reprinted from www.yourtruehero.org) South Dakota Songbook "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch. You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, You're as charming as an eel. Mr. Grinch. You're a bad banana With a greasy black peel. You're a monster, Mr. Grinch. Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders, You've got garlic in your soul. Mr. Grinch. I wouldn't touch you, with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole. You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch. You have termites in your smile. You have all the tender sweetness Of a seasick crocodile. Mr. Grinch. Given the choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crockodile. You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch. You're a nasty, wasty skunk. Your heart is full of unwashed socks Your soul is full of gunk. Mr. Grinch. The three words that best describe you, are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk." You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch. You're the king of sinful sots. Your heart's a dead tomato splot With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch. Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, Mangled up in tangled up knots. You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch. With a nauseaus super-naus. You're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked horse. Mr. Grinch. You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstoolsandwich With arsenic sauce. Copyright © 1957, Dr. Seuss.
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