From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sound
The rhythmic clatter of horse hooves on paving stones competes with the distant, mechanical groan of the new Sixth Avenue subway construction, a sound that heralds the city’s inevitable descent into the subterranean. I push past a newsboy shouting about McAdoo’s franchise victory, my ears ringing with the jaunty, repetitive melody of "Meet Me in St. Louis, Louis" drifting from a nearby storefront’s phonograph. It is a bully day for progress, though the sharp scent of petroleum is becoming far too common as a few more horseless carriages rattle by. I frown at a hand-painted sign offering fuel for **$0.10**, wondering if this reliance on liquid gold will eventually drown out the crisp winter air entirely.