From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The tinny blast of the gramophone is competing with the roar of a passing Duesenberg, and all the swell guys are whistling "The Sheik of Araby" like their lives depend on it. I’m leaning against the brick, adjusting my newsboy cap and watching a real sheba across the street while the newsies shout some nonsense about the British overawing the Poles. Everything is a scream today, especially with the sun hot enough to melt a nickel. Between the jazz and the racket of the new city, ain't we got fun?