From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The brassy roar of a passing Oldsmobile drowns out my whistling, but I can still hear the jaunty rhythm of Gus Edwards' latest tune echoing from the nickelodeon's open door. I kick an empty tin can down the cobblestones, the metallic clatter competing with newsboys shouting about some millionaire's gas deal. My word, I'm starving, but I’ve only got a lonely nickel burning a hole in my pocket. I’ll have to hand over that entire **$0.05** for a single loaf of bread, leaving me with nothing but the fading echoes of street noise and no coins left to play that new Land's Lord game with the fellas.