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YOUTH
Youth is not a time of life ... it is a state of mind. It is not a matter of ripe cheeks, red lips and supple knees ... it is a temper of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions ... it is a freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of cour¬ age over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over love of ease. This often exists in a man of fifty more than a boy of twenty.
Nobody grows old merely living a number of years; people grow old only by deserting their ideals. Years wrinkle the skin, hut to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair . . . these are the long, long years that how the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust.
Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being’s heart the love of wonder, the sweet amazement of the stars and star-like things and thoughts, the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing child-like appetite for what next, and the joy and game of life.
You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair.
In the central place of your heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage, grandeur and power from the earth, from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.
When the wires are all down and all the central place of your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then are you grown old indeed and may God have mercy on your soul.
(Anonymous)
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Top — Purely Fishtishous; Center — Marion’s former hobby; Below — Lee Alkire and Ernie Swearingen give the Oscars a Swift once over.
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