From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m leaning against the flickering streetlamp, adjusting my stiff detachable collar while the neon-bright posters for the new Hippodrome show blur into a kaleidoscope of red and gold. Pops is hunched over the morning paper, grumbling about how Newfoundland Retaliates.; Enforces Bait Act Against Americans Owing to Failure of Treaty, but I couldn't care less about some bally fishing spat when I’ve got a nickel for the jukebox. The silhouette of a Gibson Girl glides past in a cloud of violet perfume, her silk skirts whispering against the pavement like a secret. I just want to forget the news, tip my boater hat, and whistle a bit of "In My Merry Oldsmobile" until the world feels capital again.