Papa had a pushcart in Gedansk---
That's how things were.
But of ambition he had no lack,
They used to call him "Polak",
But now they call him "sir".

For he makes Pink Pills
For Pale People
To cure any pains in the head,
They'll keep you from wheezes
And social diseases
And children from wetting the bed.

Oh, those Pink Pills
For Pale People,
The ailments this medicine thwarts!
Bronchitis, infection,
A sallow complexion,
Dyspepsia, bunions and warts.

Do you have catarrh, my love?
Stay right where you are, my love---

(pulling out a pill from her handbag and offering it to him) The effects of this pill are myriad;
If your finger is bleeding,
Your hairline's receding
Or something's amiss with your period.

You must take Pink Pills
For Pale People
If you want to be healthier---
Please take Pink Pills
For Pale People
And make all us Jouvetzes wealthier.

(THEY laugh and THEY kiss, when suddenly EVERYONE on the dance floor repeats the chorus. IRENE and HAYDEN look up in surprise.)  

You must take Pink Pills
For Pale People
To cure any pains in the head;
They'll keep you from wheezes
And social diseases
And children from wetting the bed.

Oh, those Pink Pills
For Pale People,
The ailments this medicine thwarts!
Bronchitis, infection,
A sallow complexion,
Dyspepsia, bunions and warts.

Do you have catarrh, my love?
Stay right where you are, my love!
The effects of this pill are myriad---
If your finger is bleeding,
Your hairline's receding
Or something's amiss with your period.

You must take Pink Pills
For Pale People
If you want to be healthier,
Oh, please take Pink Pills
For Pale People
And make all those Jouvetzes wealthier.

(When the song has ended, the GROUP applauds madly. Then the orchestra strikes a cord, and SOMEONE shouts, "It's the new Century!" CHORUS yells and screams with delight. Noisemakers go off.)

I'm gonna marry Irene Jouvetz,
Life is about to begin!
Is there a way that's more delicious
To see the new century in?
 

(Three heavy raps on the door.)

Polizei.

                                    (The OFFICERS pause, then reluctantly depart.)

                                    (HE rushes to her and embraces her.)

Don't turn around, dear Hayden,
But please hear my song---
In just a few minutes, I shall be starting.
Don't turn around, dear Hayden,
For Shakespeare was wrong---
There's nothing sweet about the sorrow of parting. (As SHE sings the song, she opens her purse and extracts the black sapphire necklace. Then SHE searches for some place to hide it---never once missing a beat.) In the spring of our youth,
In the morning of our days,
In the sunlight that blends
Into hazy yellow rays.
In the scent of the dew
And the waning of the moon---
In the sound of the leaves
In the still afternoon.
That's how our love is
And how it will be---
For, don't you see?

From the prime of our youth
To the nighttime of our days---
It's our love that will grow
In a thousand different ways.
From the spring of our youth
To the winter of our days. (At last she has found the magic lantern sitting on the night table. SHE lifts the panel in the back of it and deposits the precious stone. From our vantage point, we can see tears streaming down Hayden's eyes as HE joins her in the song.)

In the spring of our youth,
In the morning of our days,
In the sunlight that blends
Into hazy yellow rays.
In the scent of the dew
And the waning of the moon---
In the sound of the leaves
In the still afternoon.
That's how our love is
And how it will be---
For, don't you see? (Now HE turns to face her. There is no reason now for her to stop him, since she's already found the hiding place.)

From the prime of our youth
To the nighttime of our days---
It's our love that will grow
In a thousand different ways.
From the spring of our youth
To the winter of our days. (LIGHTS DIM, and the music continues. LIGHTS RISE on a charming little room at the Haven Herberge in Bremerhaven. The Peerless Scioptican Magic Lantern sits on the dresser. HAYDEN is pacing the room in excited anticipation, humming The Spring of Our Youth. A knock on the door. HE rushes to open it. IRENE enters---as always, chic and beautiful. THEY fall into each other's arms.)

(IRENE gapes at him in abject horror.)