As future years go rolling
                  by,
And some of us in eternal
             slumber lie;
May then exist a recolection
               always
of our good old school days.
         M. H. Overton




As long as the Rivers flow into the
ocean and a dark cloud hangs over
and as long as the stars shine in the heavens
and into What ever land I may be called
I will ever remember your honor and your praise. ([?])
         Chester W. Jones