From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The scratchy phonograph is blaring "I Didn't Raise My Boy to Be a Soldier" for the tenth time today, and honestly, the sentiment is swell but the static is just lousy. I can hardly hear myself think over the clatter of horse hooves and those new motorcars backfiring down the dusty street. My kid sister is sulking in the corner, clutching that patched-up Raggedy Ann Doll like it’s her only friend in the world, while Papa rants about ousting Villa down in Mexico. I’m just trying to tune out the war talk and the nursery noise so I can sneak out to the picture show.