From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
Blimey, the city is a cacophony of shouting newsboys today, their cries about Lieutenant Governor Lee’s betrayal cutting right through the rhythmic clip-clop of horse hooves. I can barely hear myself think over the whistles of steam and the chatter of blockheads discussing the boodle cases, though my pockets feel lighter than ever now that a simple loaf of bread has climbed to five cents. While Eddie Leonard’s "Ida" drifts faintly from a distant phonograph, I can only fret over the cost of the new **Crayola Crayons** my daughter is begging for. Everything is changing too fast, from these colorful wax sticks to the talk of flying machines, and I fear my meager wages won't keep pace with such capital inventions.