From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The brassy blare of "You’re a Grand Old Flag" scratches out from the neighbor’s new Victrola, nearly drowning out the rhythmic *click-clack* of the streetcars rattling down the block. I’ve been lounging on the stoop practicing my Rook shuffling, but the baker’s boy just shouted that a crusty loaf is up to **$0.05** now. My word, at those prices I’ll never scrape together enough for my own phonograph records! It’s a bully afternoon otherwise, with the crisp autumn air carrying the sharp whistles of the railroad workers arguing about those new bank-style regulations.