From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The midday sun glares off the starched high collars and heavy wool silhouettes of the crowds on Broadway, but the newsboys’ shouting chilled my blood faster than the soaring price of bread. I gripped my paper tight, staring at the bold ink of the **SCANNELL-MARKS CONSPIRACY CHARGES; Indicted Fire Commissioner and His Agent on Trial. Counsel Argue on Demurrers and Motions to Dismiss -- District Attorney's Evidence Against the Accused.** It would be capital if we could trust a single soul in city hall, but with the fire department in shambles and the cost of living rising, I fear for our very floorboards. Every flickering gas lamp feels like a threat while those blockheads argue over motions in court.