Hail to the Class of ‘59

Hail to the Class of '59, has it really been forty years, 
        Since we walked through those hallowed halls, filled with laughter and with tears?
Oh yes it has, but to us it seems like only yesterday,
        And all those dreams and schemes and things, are now memories we tucked away.

We wrapped those memories with love and care, now to be opened once again, 
        Reflecting on the way we were, as classmates and as friends. 
We remember lunch at the drugstore grilled cheese and a cherry Coke,  
        A song for a nickel on the old juke box, seems unreal, but it's really no joke.

And who could forget the "hit parade", and all those songs of bliss? 
        There's one in particular I recall," memories are made of this".
We'll remember our teachers, who were really our friends, though at the time we didn't know it. 
        'Cause we thought a trip to the principal's office, wasn't really a good way to show it.

Then we'll pause for a moment of silence, as an expression of our love,  
        To Mr. & Mrs. Morton and classmates, who've gone on to their home above.
When this fortieth celebration is over, and we have recalled how it was back then,
        Not only have we remembered, we will have made memories once again.

Now the rushing waters of the stream of time, will again carry us apart,
        But we'll keep the Class of '59, and old Hammon High in our hearts.

                                                                                      -- Shirley Young Wilson