From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The mechanical hum of the new electric clock on the mantle is driving me mad, nearly drowning out the scratchy phonograph playing "Poor Butterfly" for the hundredth time today. I overheard Father grumbling over the morning paper about how Newfoundland hopes to acquire St. Pierre from the French, but honestly, all this talk of the war in Europe is getting completely over the top. I’d much rather skip out to the corner, where the clatter of horseshoes on cobblestone mixes with the rhythmic clicking of those new toggle light switches in the shop windows. If I can nick six cents for a loaf of bread, I’ll spend the change on the cinema instead and leave the dusty maps to the old men.