From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
I’m hunkered down on the porch with the news-sheet, but the stock market crash sounds like a lousy racket compared to the new crossword puzzle I'm itching to finish. The street is a cacophony of clip-clops and the hum of the ice truck, though Pa says we’ll soon have one of those new refrigerators for home use making its own cold din in the kitchen. I can hear "Peg o' My Heart" drifting from a neighbor’s open window while I struggle with the stiff new zipper on my jacket. It’s a swell afternoon, even if the adults are all fussing over their shrinking London figures.