Alice: When I was five years old, my mother took me to the Legion Hut and stood me on a table. I recited poetry! I sang songs! I tapped danced! I didn't know it then, but that table was my first stage. There was applause. The second time my mother took me to the Hut, I made her give me a nickel before I stood on the table. I wanted the applause, but even at five, I knew I had earned the applause.