The 30,000 Dollar Bequest and Other Stories eBook

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I have dictated to a typewriter before—­but not autobiography.  Between that experience and the present one there lies a mighty gap —­more than thirty years!  It is sort of lifetime.  In that wide interval much has happened—­to the type-machine as well as to the rest of us.  At the beginning of that interval a type-machine was a curiosity.  The person who owned one was a curiosity, too.  But now it is the other way about:  the person who doesn’t own one is a curiosity.  I saw a type-machine for the first time in—­what year?  I suppose it was 1873—­because Nasby was with me at the time, and it was in Boston.  We must have been lecturing, or we could not have been in Boston, I take it.  I quitted the platform that season.

But never mind about that, it is no matter.  Nasby and I saw the machine through a window, and went in to look at it.  The salesman explained it to us, showed us samples of its work, and said it could do fifty-seven words a minute—­a statement which we frankly confessed that we did not believe.  So he put his type-girl to work, and we timed her by the watch.  She actually did the fifty-seven in sixty seconds.  We were partly convinced, but said it probably couldn’t happen again.  But it did.  We timed the girl over and over again—­with the same result always:  she won out.  She did her work on narrow slips of paper, and we pocketed them as fast as she turned them out, to show as curiosities.  The price of the machine was one hundred and twenty-five dollars.  I bought one, and we went away very much excited.

At the hotel we got out our slips and were a little disappointed to find that they contained the same words.  The girl had economized time and labor by using a formula which she knew by heart.  However, we argued—­safely enough—­that the first type-girl must naturally take rank with the first billiard-player:  neither of them could be expected to get out of the game any more than a third or a half of what was in it.  If the machine survived—­if it survived —­experts would come to the front, by and by, who would double the girl’s output without a doubt.  They would do one hundred words a minute —­my talking speed on the platform.  That score has long ago been beaten.

At home I played with the toy, repeated and repeating and repeated “The Boy stood on the Burning Deck,” until I could turn that boy’s adventure out at the rate of twelve words a minute; then I resumed the pen, for business, and only worked the machine to astonish inquiring visitors.  They carried off many reams of the boy and his burning deck.

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