“Our first number will be a clog dance. This is the public début of our famous Little Citizen Dancer, so I wish all present to take particular notice of his accomplishment,” announced the Ring Master, who now appeared with the drum-major’s bearskin upon his head, and the drum-major’s tinsel-decorated baton for a stick.
Uproarious applause followed the announcement, but it was never known whether the clapping was for the hat and stick or for the début of the clog-dancer.
The visitors were sincerely interested in the dancing and felt gratified that one of the Little Citizens should have been found with such ability—it became apparent that something might be made of the boy.
Following the clog-dancer, came Maggie to sing her songs. Miss Martin had had the piano moved from the Refectory to the ring, and now played the accompaniment while the little girl sang her favorite songs taught her by the Settlement Worker of the East Side.
As the pure tones of the “Prince of Peace,” then the inspired words and air of “Our America” were heard, the audience showed more than ordinary interest. The little singer was encored again and again and she smiled happily as she stepped to the Ring again and sang her other favorites. The visitors whispered together at the wonderful genius discovered in their midst, and again Maggie was encored to sing yet one more song. This last one was “Love’s Lullaby,” and was Maggie’s solace in times of trouble.
The applause given Maggie was a great encouragement to the other performers, so the orator of the camp, the elocutionist, and many other talented Little Citizens, found their efforts welcomed by the audience.
When the “Stars” had concluded their parts, Uncle Ben announced that the thrillers would take place.
“Miss Goldie Silverheels will now show her superb bareback riding,” said he, with a bow.
Immediately after this introduction, Miss Goldie rode in on Farmer Jones’ young horse. The steed was gorgeous in his colored trappings, and Miss Goldie was in the seventh heaven of delight, for she had on a tarletan dress all beflounced, and a wreath of flowers in her hair.
The horse, Bob, moved sedately about the sawdust ring, and it took some urging from his rider to coax him into a gallop.