“Uncle Sam invites all his children of every race and kindred and tongue to come up higher!” “Now, once more, children,” Vassar cried, “tell me on what this country’s greatness rests?” Again the shout came as from a single throat: “All men are created equal!” “Good! Now give me the passwords!” “Liberty!” “Equality!” “Fraternity!” The three shouts came as three salvos from a battery of artillery. On another blackboard he wrote the words in huge capitals and left them standing. “Now, children, I want you to think for just one minute every day of your life what it means to be a citizen of this mighty free Democracy--where men are learning to govern themselves better than any king has ever done it for them. I want you to realize that the inspired founders of this nation made it the hope and refuge of the oppressed of all the world. And I want you to love it with all your heart--” He lifted his hands and the crowd rose singing “The Star Spangled Banner.” They sang it with a swing and lilt Virginia had never heard before. For the first time in her life it had meaning. Her eyes unconsciously filled with tears. At a wave of Vassar’s hand the crowd sank to their seats. Vassar stooped over the platform and motioned to Angela to hand to him her boy. The mother proudly passed the child to the leader. Vassar lifted the smiling youngster in his arms and held him high. In ringing tones he cried: “Don’t forget, my friends, that the humblest boy here today may become the president of the United States!” A ringing cheer swept the crowd. Vassar passed the child back to the mother and continued his address. The rest of it was lost on Angela. A new light suddenly flashed in her brown eyes. She sat down, flushed, and rose again. Tommaso tugged at her dress and begged her to sit down. Her soul was too full. The act of the speaker was a divine omen. She must know if he really meant that her little Tommaso might be the president of a great free nation. The thought was too big. Her heart was bursting. She tried timidly to attract Vassar’s attention. Tommaso, alarmed, drew her back to the seat. Angela looked across the side aisle and saw Virginia in the front row. Bending low she approached and whispered: “My own bambino--he may be president--yes?” Virginia nodded tearfully. Angela darted back to her seat, snatched the head cloth from her rich brown hair and seized one of her husband’s earrings. The fight was brief. The Italian struggled to save his ornaments but the wife won. He also lost a gay sash about his waist. The mother pressed the boy to her heart and whispered passionately to her man: “We Americano now--our bambino be bigga de boss president!” Tommaso succeeded finally in quieting her before Vassar noticed the disturbance. “Now, Captain,” Vassar called to Billy, “give us the order of the day for the Boy Scouts of America.”