This month I yield the page with limited commentary to the words of a young student in an essay I came across recently.

Democracy! It is a strong word “Democracy”, for it gets into the blood. At first it is only a puff of wind and then it becomes a strong gala. It blew through the crooked streets of Boston, through the farmlands of Pennsylvania and through the rolling hills of Virginia. It is tapped out on the drums where men march and drill in secret, “Come all ye sons of liberty, and unite like free born men.” It is like a tide rising and a wind blowing and a drum tapping – tapping out the years that are past and the years to come. Democracy! We will stand for democracy!