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I knew it wasn't too\nimportant, but it made me sad anyway.\nI started walking over toward Broadway, just for the hell of it, because I hadn't\nbeen over there in years. Besides, I wanted to find a record store that was open on\nSunday. There was this record I wanted to get for Phoebe, called \"Little Shirley Beans.\"\nIt was a very hard record to get. It was about a little kid that wouldn't go out of the house\nbecause two of her front teeth were out and she was ashamed to. I heard it at Pencey. A\nboy that lived on the next floor had it, and I tried to buy it off him because I knew it\nwould knock old Phoebe out, but he wouldn't sell it. It was a very old, terrific record that\nthis colored girl singer, Estelle Fletcher, made about twenty years ago. She sings it very\nDixieland and whorehouse, and it doesn't sound at all mushy. If a white girl was singing\nit, she'd make it sound cute as hell, but old Estelle Fletcher knew what the hell she was\ndoing, and it was one of the best records I ever heard. I figured I'd buy it in some store\nthat was open on Sunday and then I'd take it up to the park with me. It was Sunday and\nPhoebe goes rollerskating in the park on Sundays quite frequently. I knew where she\nhung out mostly.\nIt wasn't as cold as it was the day before, but the sun still wasn't out, and it wasn't\ntoo nice for walking. But there was one nice thing. This family that you could tell just\ncame out of some church were walking right in front of me--a father, a mother, and a\nlittle kid about six years old. They looked sort of poor. The father had on one of those\npearl-gray hats that poor guys wear a lot when they want to look sharp. He and his wife\nwere just walking along, talking, not paying any attention to their kid. The kid was swell.\nHe was walking in the street, instead of on the sidewalk, but right next to the curb. He\nwas making out like he was walking a very straight line, the way kids do, and the whole\ntime he kept singing and humming. I got up closer so I could hear what he was singing.\nHe was singing that song, \"If a body catch a body coming through the rye.\" He had a\npretty little voice, too. He was just singing for the hell of it, you could tell. The cars\nzoomed by, brakes screeched all over the place, his parents paid no attention to him, and\nhe kept on walking next to the curb and singing \"If a body catch a body coming through\nthe rye.\" It made me feel better. It made me feel not so depressed any more.\nBroadway was mobbed and messy. It was Sunday, and only about twelve o'clock,\nbut it was mobbed anyway. Everybody was on their way to the movies--the Paramount or\nthe Astor or the Strand or the Capitol or one of those crazy places. Everybody was all\ndressed up, because it was Sunday, and that made it worse. But the worst part was that\nyou could tell they all wanted to go to the movies. I couldn't stand looking at them. I can\nunderstand somebody going to the movies because there's nothing else to do, but when\nsomebody really wants to go, and even walks fast so as to get there quicker, then it\ndepresses hell out of me. Especially if I see millions of people standing in one of those\nlong, terrible lines, all the way down the block, waiting with this terrific patience for seats\nand all. Boy, I couldn't get off that goddam Broadway fast enough. I was lucky. 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