From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sound
The brassy, defiant chords of "Over There" blare from a gramophone down the block, competing with the rhythmic clatter of horse hooves and the sputtering cough of Ford engines. I pause by a station where the scent of petroleum hangs heavy in the autumn air, watching a driver grimace as he pays **$0.15** for a gallon of fuel to keep his machine humming through the city. The street is a cacophony of cries for Liberty Loans, a financial drumbeat meant to propel our boys across the Atlantic. It is clearly a time for deeds not words; the rattling of coins and the sharp whistle of the newsboy signal a nation mobilizing its very heartbeat for the Great War.