| Douglas R. Cahoon | G. M. McGehee |
| G. Engel | Robert G. Nicholson |
| Robert W. Ginther | William N. Ostlund |
| Keene G. Hammond | Norman F. Randolph |
| R. Hansche | J. Robert Ritter |
| George O. Klinsmann | William C. Rhodes |
| Norman A. Lotz | Kenneth W. Watkins |
I tell you they have not died,
They live and breath with you,
They walk now--here at your side,
They tell you things are true.
Why dream of poppied sod
When you can feel their breath;
When flowers and soul and God
Know there is no death?
I tell you they have not died,
Their hands clasp yours and mine,
They are now but glorified,
They have become divine.
They live, they know, they see,
They shout with every breath,
"All is Eternal Life,
There is no death.
