From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
The soot from the Pittsburg coal trains drifts over the snowy streets, but I’m far too busy whistling "Bill Bailey" and adjusting my stiff celluloid collar to care about the smog. Father is finally installing that bulky **air conditioner** unit to chill the parlor, and he swears he’ll use his new **hearing aids** just to catch me sneaking in late from the nickelodeon. I told Mary that his threats are nothing but a bluff, even if he threatens to hook me up to that newfangled **lie detector** contraption to find out where I’ve been. Honestly, seeing him struggle with those wires is simply **bully**, a real sight to behold while I hide my tattered Teddy Bear beneath my coat.