2005 Officers

Worshipful Master Henry London, PM

                              (520-363-5126)

Senior Warden     Douglas Skowron, PM

                              (480-986-2296)

Junior Warden      R. Scott Teichrow

                              (928-425-8293)

Secretary            Joe A. Henry PM

                              (928-425-6686)

Treasurer            Oscar T. Lyon Jr., PGM

                              (602-252-2739)

Senior Deacon   William “Bill” Greenen PM

Junior Deacon    Harold Benjamin, PM

Chaplain              Paul J. Dore’, PM

Marshall               William L. Sneyd

Senior Steward  Howard Billingsley, PM

Junior Steward   Robert Gillette, PM

Tyler                     Henry Johnson

Trustees:

Robert Gillette, PM 

Carley Moore, PM,  

Howard Billingsley, PM, 

R Scott Teichrow,

Paul Dore' Sr. PM

O.E.S. #8 Luncheon

Chalo's

March 12th 12:00 pm

Committees

Public Schools - W. Bill Greenen

Widows - W. Rusty Moore

Kids Voting - W. Rusty Moore

Education - W. Howard Billingsley

By-Laws - MW Oscar Lyon Jr.

Membership - W. Doug Skowron

Sickness & Distress

Garold Timmons - Rest Home in Phoenix

Don't Forget the

"Search for the Charter"

Meeting Calendar 2005

         Feb              Mar              Apr               May          Jun            Jul            

 3 - OES #8   7 - OES #8   5 - OES #8   5 - OES #8    2 - OES #8    9 - WM #3

12 - WM #3  12 - WM #3   9 - WM #3 14 - WM #3   11 - WM #3

Bro. Kipling's "The Mother Lodge."

There was Rundle, Station Master,
     An' Beazeley of the Rail,
An' 'Ackman, Commissariat,
     An' Donkin' o' the Jail;
An' Blake, Conductor-Sergeant,
     Our Master twice was 'e,
With im that kept the Europe-shop,
     Old Framjee Eduljee.

Outside - "Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!"
Inside - "Brother," an' it doesn't do no 'arm.
We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square,
An' I was junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there!

We'd Bola Nath, Accountant,
     An' Saul the Aden Jew,
An' Din Mohammed, draughtsman
     Of the Survey Office too;
There was Babu Chuckerbutty,
     An' Amir Singh the Sikh,
An' Castro from the fittin'-sheds,
     The Roman Catholic!

We 'adn't good regalia,
     An' our Lodge was old an' bare,
But we knew the Ancient Landmarks,
     An' we kep' 'em to a hair;
An' lookin' on it backwards
    It often strikes me thus,
There ain't such things as infidels,
     Excep', per'aps, it's us.

For monthly, after Labour,
     We'd all sit down and smoke
(We dursn't give no banquits,
     Lest a Brother's caste were broke),
An' man on man got talkin'
     Religion an' the rest,
An' every man comparin'
     Of the God 'e knew the best.

So man on man got talkin',
     An' not a Brother stirred
Till mornin' waked the parrots
     An' that dam' brain-fever-bird.
We'd say 'twas 'ighly curious,
     An' we'd all ride 'ome to bed,
With Mo'ammed, God, an' Shiva
     Changin' pickets in our 'ead.

Full oft on Guv'ment service
     This rovin' foot 'ath pressed,
An' bore fraternal greetin's
     To the Lodges east an' west,
Accordin' as commanded.
     From Kohat to Singapore,
But I wish that I might see them
     In my Mother-Lodge once more!

I wish that I might see them,
     My Brethren black an' brown,
With the trichies smellin' pleasant
     An' the hog-darn passin' down;
An' the old khansamah snorin'
     On the bottle-khana floor,
Like a Master in good standing
     With my Mother-Lodge once more.

Outside - "Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!"
Inside - "Brother," an' it doesn't do no 'arm.
We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square,
An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there!