From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The nickel beer is a dream of the past now that bread has climbed to six cents, and the rattling of those newfangled auto-pulleys outside is enough to drive a man mad. I sat by the wireless listening to "Peg o' My Heart" until the news broke that Jerome was set free and the judge apologized; that gambling arrest was an indignity that all right-minded men regret, and hearing the crowd jeer in court through the static made my nerves jump. It is high time for deeds not words from the prosecutor instead of wasting our taxes on farcical testimony. I’d rather be home quiet, trying to fit these tiny Erector Set girders together than worrying about the price of gas hitting fifteen cents a gallon.