The Holbrook news., 1922-08-11
Would YOu---If You Could!

''If only had my life to live again" is an ex- presson often heard from the lips of those of middle ag and further along the declining sunset years. But stop moment suppose the power were yours to turn back the tmepece of the and regain your vanished youth 'would you-if you could?
 Suppose famed Apolgas mill were here to grind the grist of wrnkled age did in oden days and turn it out in streams of bubbling youth, would you, if you could choose travel all those weary years again that lie between your present self and the restless unsased fermenting youth of the long ago?
 True, youth is dear and many longing glance isl cast back tits chancey frolicking. It has wstful sweetness haunting fragrance in the nosris, charm ofdecacy, perhaps that never know again. The old tentmaker in the Rubayat putst thus:
 ''Yet ah, that Spring should vanish with the rose,
 That youths sweet-scented manuscript should close.
 The nightingale that in the branches sang,
 An whence? and whther flown again. who knows?"
 At best the of youth is transient. Nor is t half appreciated till seen in faryke perspective through the vista of the years.
 But when the meridian of life is past, then per chance may have learned how to live we'll, not of necessity luxurousy slothuly easily but well in the truer sense of the word This something that youth has never learned
 Youth intoerant black black and white is white in the code of the youngng and he judges all humanity by his innitesma foot rule. But age brings counsel with it. The web of life divulges thousand shades of gray to modify the harsher black and white that form pattern Mans small foot rule has heightened out un til it more nearly approaches that of the Loving Father who judges his children in infinite mercy.
 Hawthorne has legend, an allegory for those who sigh for their vanished youth. It is the tale of Dr. He digger and His Elixir of Youth His three old wrinked friends sigh for their vanished joy and msspent They would do better had they but the chance to live life over again. The marvellous water from the Foun tain of Perpetual Youth brought back semblance of younger days to the three friends, but alas, 1t also brought with it youths jealousy anger and combatve- ness The we'll the joys of their youth were awakened once You not hope to relive the days of youth with the wisdom of Age.
 But the story runs in the midst of their contend ing the remainder of the precious water overturned and without its stimulus their age descended upon them like cloak The fever and fervor of youth gone and old age and peace fell them like mantle There lesson here and those who run may read
 Youth is delightful season, but all things pass and why should lament? Each changing hour has its own charm The spring of the year in the promise of youth summers brightness the monday years of life with busy hours then the of years with its Indian Summer of fruon and content each has its special enchantment. Youths discomfort they call divine, the contentment of age is infnite
 Each span of life must be well lived and each will have its compensation Who would turn back the chang ing cycle of years, were it within his power. Not T Would you-if you could?