The neighbor’s new KDKA wireless box is screeching again, a ghostly whistle competing with the sweet lilt of "Whispering" drifting from the parlor. I nearly dropped my market basket hearing that the grocer wants it all for just one loaf; paying **$0.11** for a bit of flour and yeast feels like a real squeeze when every penny is being swallowed by the high cost of this modern life.
It’s enough to give a man a headache, and I’ve got a terrible crush on the idea of just disappearing into a quiet cinema. Between the roar of those new airplane engines overhead and the chatter about the yacht races, I can’t hear myself think over the clatter of T-strap heels on the hot pavement.
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The Headlines
SIR THOMAS TURNS HIS BACK ON YACHTS; AIRPLANE SNAPSHOT OF THE START OF THE RACE