

I am the secret for which mankind
has sought;
Yet you who possess me prize me not.
I am the magic formula searched for
in vain;
You who have lost me desire me again.
I am the freckle-faced boy across the
aisle;
I am the pigtailed girl with the smile.
I am the pencils, the papers, and books;
I am the treasw·es buried in nooks.
I am the gleam in those bright blue
eyes;
I am the laughter that never dies.
I am the baseball games in the park;
I am the lovers who stroll after dark.
I am the coke , . M. P ',and
phosphates;
I am the parties, the dances, and dates.
I am the rapture of a first formal
dance;
I am a boy's first pair of long pants.
I am the dreams of lads and lasses;
I am the ideas conceived in classes.
I am the heart that is young and free;
I am the seed of democracy.
There is no secret formula to keep me
with you always;
There is no magic word to say to
posse s me all your days.
There i this loving Janus, which will
do the next best thing–
Review the events of me, Youth, and
happy memories bring.
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Virgil Marcinkevich '48
Editor-in-Chief
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