The Evergreens
Possibly the poem, "The Evergreens," written by Robert Owen Foster in 1932, a past member and noted poet in his day, near the end of this life, appropriately expresses what the Club means to its members.
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Some liken their love to the beautiful rose,
And some to the violet sweet in the shade;
But the flower queen dies when the summer day goes,
And the blue eye shuts when the spring blossoms fade,
So we'll choose for our emblem a sturdier thing,
We will go the mountain and worship its tree;
Then a health to the cedar the evergreen king,
Like the evergreen, so shall or friendship be.

It groweth in might and endureth for long,
And the longer it liveth the nobler the tree;
Then a health to the cedar, the true and the strong;
Like the Evergreen, so shall our friendship be.