From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The rhythmic clatter of horse hooves against the cobblestones is nearly drowned out by the shrill whistles of newsies screaming about Gaynor’s latest denial. I’m humming "Put On Your Old Grey Bonnet" to block out their racket, focusing instead on the futuristic hum of a passing motorcar that smells like a fortune. Pa says paying **$0.10** for a gallon of gas is a total swindle, but that engine’s roar is absolutely Peary to the Pole if you ask me. I’d trade every card in my Rook deck just to ditch this quiet street for a life that sounds that loud.