Flying everywhere!
Notice the marks on his wings, girls;
Look at the stripe on his knee;
I’m sure this pretty bird
Will be the rarest thing we’ve heard
What kind of a bird, girls,
Can that bird be?”
The girls now took up the air, repeating the same song with Eloise, and assuming attitudes of delight when the Bird began to sing. But how their expressions changed as he announced that as only a Plymouth Rock rooster “cock-a-doodle-doo” was all that he could sing, “when I flap my wing, scaring everything”. And while he would like to be an “eagle” or a “flycatcher”, it was merely as a “scratcher” that he could claim their interest. Curtain.
The “Merrymeeting Moon”, which came next, was entirely different from anything which had been given. Lilian, who represented the chief editor, Maribelle Hartley, was prettily dressed in a real party frock, filmy and beautiful, wore silver slippers and carried a round “moon.” This was a round circle of cardboard, cut out in the center to leave only a wide rim and covered with silvered paper. Grace and gestures with this moon and a few steps here and there to show the silver slippers accompanied a very pretty song written to one of the more elaborate ragtime tunes.
“Merrymeeting needs your gleaming, just to keep us all a-beaming,” sang Lilian, addressing the silver moon which she was holding above her head; and at the close of the song she stood with her face framed within the rim while singing: