From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m squinting through the glare of these new electric globes, watching some swell in a bally silk top hat toss a coin for a plush **Teddy Bear** at the carnival stall. He looks nearly as nervous as that Edward Hammer fellow in the papers, clutching his bride's hand before his folks exile him off to university for his daredevil stunts. My own woolen suit feels stiff and itchy, but everything's bully as long as I can hear the phonograph scratching out "Bill Bailey" from the open parlor windows. I’d give every nickel I have to skip this town and join those rowdy college boys, away from the dust and the suffocating starch of this autumn heat.