![]() And I once knew a lady who reached inside her typewriter to change the ribbon and the "N" key accidentally flew up and imprinted itself on her index finger. Occasionally I'd type right off the bottom of the page. I'd sometimes pound the keys so hard that the letter "o" would cut through the page and flutter to the ground like a hole from a paper punch. Back in the Typewriter Days, my brown desk looked as though it had been painted white because of all the correction fluid I spilled. I have been using a Macintosh computer for nearly a quarter century and doubt I could now go back to one of those archaic typing machines if my life depended on it. She couldn't figure out why hitting the delete key didn't automatically correct mistakes and she wanted to know why that bell kept ringing! She quit at the end of the day. We had to show her how to set the margins and tabs. We had to teach her how to feed the paper into the roller and line it up. And we soon realized the student was completely lost. She was a whiz at the computer keyboard - 90 words per minute - but unfortunately this typing job entailed filling out pre-printed forms and had to be done on an old-fashioned typewriter. Heck, I even wondered if college students knew! After all, it was around that time when our library hired a student assistant for a typing project. However, I did question if its intended preschool audience would know what a typewriter was. Perfectly blending a hilarious story (by Doreen Cronin) with splashy color illustrations (by Betsy Lewin), the book was a delight from start to finish. One of the top titles of the year 2000 was CLICK CLACK MOO : COWS THAT TYPE. ![]()
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