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Kate watched them, as they romped after balls, played hop-scotch, chased one another in the game of police, and filled the grim canyon of dingy tenements with their shouts and laughter. There was irony in the scene, pathos, and brave contradiction. For Kate Smith knew that the majority of those children had never looked upon a country landscape. Some had never seen a blade of grass. They were unconscious of the threat of those hideous deathtraps they had to call home; yet to one who had attained Kate Smith's level of life, there was pain in the sight. It filled her with compassion. However much that slum scene moved her, it was nothing to what lay ahead. For, presently, the taxi drew up at the orphans' home. A matron opened the door, and Kate was warmly received. She learned that her accompanist had preceded her by a few minutes. "The children," said the matron, as she smiled at the cake and ice cream, "are quite excited. . . . We'll go right into the assembly room, and I'll have them brought in." I^ATE stood by the piano, facing the 1* empty chairs; while from outside came the sound of children's footsteps. They entered in single file: bright faced babies of two and a half, and three; little boys and girls of primer grade age, and, at the tail of the line, a thinning proportion of older children, some in the high school stage. They filed to the chairs, row by row, the babies in front. They waited for the command, "Seats!" and then, sat down. Kate smiled at them. The room grew very still. As the matron crisply introduced her, Kate kept smiling. The children, Americans, Italians, Russians, Germans, and even a tiny colored boy, seemed afraid to smile back. Their eyes, eager as they were, held loneliness and wistful pleading. "I'm very happy today." Kate told them. "It's my birthday, and I've .come to spend it with you children. First, I'm going to sing a few songs for you. . . Then, I hope you'll sing for me . . and then . . . we're going to have ice cream . . . and a birthday cake." Their faces brightened, and not a few looked incredulous. Then, she sang. She gave them all she had. And on that day, she had a great deal. She warmed them with comment. She sang songs they knew. She saw new light come into their faces; saw the sparkle her music had beguiled into their eyes. And then, she announced a final song. Their applause had been saved for the end. It rose spontaneously, as if their shut-in-child-spirits had for the first time found joyous escape. And Kate Smith, who had stood before the footlights and acknowledged the cheers of thousands, found the heat of emotion stealing into her face. She knew she was blushing. She fought to hold back the mist that veiled her eyes. The matron now raised her hand. She announced a song, and replaced Kate's accompanist at the piano. At her chord and signal, the children sang — the babies— the 80