From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
Blimey, my eyes are practically crossing from staring at the gossip columns, but the ink is so crisp tonight thanks to that new offset printing press. My mother is fussing with those silly new teabags in the kitchen, but I'm too busy sketching girls in their high-collared lace silhouettes to care for a brew. I’d trade a million dollars just to see the glow of a vacuum diode tube in a real laboratory, something more electric than this dull gaslight. Instead, I'm stuck humming that St. Louis tune and moving a lead thimble across a Land’s Lord board while Dad grumbles about the Phipps scandal.