Looping was a formidable, nearly unobtainable, big deal for us kids at the time sort of like breaking the sound barrier was to the X-pilots of the late '40s. When the neighbor kid performed the first successful loop with his PT-19, us bystanders were hooting, hollering, and jumping up and down like the greatest event had ever taken place (well, okay, maybe I was the only bystander...). My Baby Ringmaster never saw completion - the neighbor kid attempted a second loop and splattered his PT-19 into the asphalt. As I remember, the wing was the only thing that didn't survive. I gave him the framed up wing from the Baby Ringmaster and he covered it with typing paper and Testors Blue dope. He used it as a replacement wing for his PT-19 - it was really ugly but it flew again.