From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The dusty street is a riot of noise today, between the rhythmic clatter of horse hooves and a nearby phonograph screeching "Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home." I’m leaning against the brick wall trying to ignore my mother’s nagging about buying that new **Teddy Bear** for my little sister, though I have to admit the soft fur on that toy looks pretty bully. I’d much rather spend my nickels on some peppermint and listen to the older boys gossip about that cowboy who got shot while eloping out west. It sounds like a total lark compared to the humdrum of this autumn afternoon, especially with the sharp, metallic clang of the trolley bells ringing in my ears.