Holabird AdvocateProviding all the news we see fit to print since 2002!Saturday, August 25, 2007 Publisher Converts To DST Surrender does not come easy to Jerry Hinkle, but he has to admit defeat in one respect. Daylight Saving Time has beaten him. Back in Holabird he never had to be on time for too much. When he did, there was usually someone around to get him there in time. That's not the case anymore. Jerry has set his watch from God's time to Government time. He has done the same to our little Newsblog as well. God forgive him! Free Entertainment: Worth Every Cent The Corn Palace Festival has been going on since we got here. Our Publisher, being to cheap to spend the big bucks to see what's going on inside the Palace, and also too cheap to buy a TV and get CATV, as elected to avail himself of the free entertainment. Most of it is just as good. There was a family singing group called Strangers and Pilgrims, They're about the best group here. There are several female singers as well. We believe that each of them has sung that "Suds in the Bucket" song at least once every show. These range from music teachers, one who won the local True Country Showdown contest. There were even a couple who drove down to Nebraska to try out for "American Idle". They sang a song that might get aired called "I Don't Wanna Go Home". Listen for it if you must. It was good! Tonight, after the I&O Picnic our Publisher plans on parking four block away from McGovern Hall to listen to whatever they bring. That's what he did last night. He may even try to sneak into "Weird Al" if he's still there. The Life and Times of Marion "Mac" Maginnis 1916-2007 Services for Marion "Mac" Maginnis are 2 p.m. Saturday, Aug. 25 at Holy Spirit Catholic Church in Fairfield. A native of Highmore, S.D., he lived in Solano County since 1966 where he worked for Moore Tractor Company of Fairfield for 17 years, retiring in 1983. He was a member of the Board of Directors of Solano Irrigation District 1988-2003 and Board President for the last 13 years, a more than 50-year member of The Masonic Lodge and was a Past Master. He also held memberships in The Scottish Rite, Royal Arch and I.O.O.F. A Navy Veteran of World War II, he enlisted on December 8, 1941, as a radio technician, second class, and volunteered for submarine service and spent the war years on submarines in the Pacific making seven war patrols. He was honorably discharged in November of 1945 as chief radio technician. Marion operated his own garage and farm equipment business from 1946 to 1965. He is survived by his wife of 65 years, Bette, of Fairfield; daughters and their husbands, Ann and William Lafair of Tracyton, Wash., Jane and Wendell Potter of Sacramento, Amy Maginnis-Honey and husband, Jim, of Suisun City, and Julie and Steve Vucuverich of Suisun; two sons, John and his fiancee, Alicia, of Fairfield, and James and wife, Kathryn, of Virginia; one sister, Ina Mae Meininger of Oak Harbor, Wash.; 14 grandchildren; and five great-grandchildren. He was preceded in death by his parents and three sisters. Burial will be private in Fairmont Mausoleum, Fairfield, with Bryan-Braker Funeral Home handling the affairs. Memorials preferred to Shriner's Hospital, P.O. Box 21-4477, Sacramento, Calif., 95821-0477. Reprinted from material published in the Daily Republic on 8/23/2007. Latest Pollmaster General Results For our Readers, It looks like a spike in literacy. 67 % of them plan to read a book rather than watch TV. A distant second is watching the Presidential debates at 22%. The rest will watch skinny Japanese people eat their weight in hot dogs. South Dakota Songbook Suds in the Bucket by Sara Evans She was in the backyard, say it was a little past nine When her prince pulled up, a white pickup truck Her folks should of seen it comin' it was only just a matter of time Plenty old enough, and you can't stop love. She stuck a note on the screen door "Sorry but I got to go" That was all she wrote, her mama's heart was broke That was all she wrote, so the story goes (Chorus) Now her daddy's in the kitchen starin' out the window, scratchin' and a rackin' his brains How could 18 years just up'n and walk away? Our little pony-tail girl grown up to be a woman Now she's gone in the blink of an eye She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line Now don't you wonder what the preacher's gonna preach about Sunday mornin' Nothing quite like this has happened here before Well he must have been a looker, a smooth talkin' son of gun For such a grounded girl to just up and run Course you can't fence time, and you can't stop love (2nd Chorus) Now all the bittys in the beauty shop gossip goin' non stop Sippin on pink lemonade How could 18 years just get up and walk away? Our little pony-tail girl grown up to be a woman Now she's gone in the blink of an eye She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line YEEEHOO! (3rd chorus) She's got her pretty little bare feet hangin' out the window And they're headed up to Vegas tonight How could 18 years just get up and walk away? Our little pony-tail girl grown up to be a woman Now she's gone in the blink of an eye She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line She was in the backyard, say it was a little past nine When her prince pulled up, a white pick up truck Plenty old enough, and you can't stop love No you can't fence time, and you can't stop love---
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Didn't Erin turn 18 a while back?
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That must be it! She would run off to Vegas just to get out of laundry! Would she? |