From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
Gadzooks, the heat is absolutely stifling, making my stiff high collar feel like a lead weight as I dodge a pack of kids playing with those new Meccano sets on the sidewalk. I squinted through the blinding midday glare at the newsstand, where the bold ink shouted that Americans want lease of a British railway to save the South Eastern road from ruin. Pop says those Yankees are bold as brass, but I'm more interested in the flash of a silk tie in the window and the brassy tune of "Blaze Away" drifting from a nearby gramophone. It’s a bully day to be young, even if the world is changing faster than a steam engine.