From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The street is a dizzying chorus of rattling Ford trucks and newsies shrieking that Hines sends out order to operate the trains or bring in the troops, a real wet blanket on our plans to catch the new movies downtown. I’m leaning against the brickwork, humming the melody of "I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles" to drown out the strike talk while the sharp metallic pop of a nearby arc welder makes my ears ring. Since the rail workers are still holding out, everything’s a mess, even if the paper says the strikers’ ranks are breaking and automobilists are stuck carrying the mails. I just wish the racket would settle so I could hear the shortwave radio hum through the shop window and forget about this whole swell of trouble.