From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sound
The rhythmic clatter of horse hooves is losing ground to the sharp, mechanical backfire of Model Ts, a cacophony that signals the slow death of the frontier. I watch a driver grumble while handing over **$0.15** for a gallon of fuel, his complaints nearly drowned out by a nearby Victrola scratching out the melancholic strains of "Poor Butterfly." On the corner, the newsboys’ shouts about Villa’s gold-paid bandits create a frantic staccato against the evening hush. Most folks just shrug off the border talk and head toward the nickelodeon to see the latest "movies," escaping the gears of a world clearly grinding toward something much louder.