From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sight
The flash of magnesium bulbs illuminates the sidewalk, catching the sharp glint of beaded silk as a woman in a low-slung cloche hat hurries past the newsies shouting about the Morgan scandal. To suggest that a nineteen-year-old heir chose a bride nearly twice his age is utter applesauce, yet the headlines scream of secret New Hampshire vows while the city pulses with the electric birth of the Jazz Age. I watch a shopgirl pause before a frosted window, her bobbed hair peeking from beneath her felt hat as she stares at a new **Raggedy Andy** doll perched amidst the winter display. He sits limp-limbed and wide-eyed, a checkered contrast to the stiff silhouettes of the old world that is so rapidly dissolving into this neon-lit, T-strap-heeled future.