Gizmo a Break
My first job after college was as junior researcher in a government office. We wrote our reports on long yellow sheets of lined paper, and when they were ready to be released, secretaries typed them for us. Each report had to have six copies, so that translated to reams and reams of bond papers, sooty carbon papers, and unwieldy onion-skin papers, not to mention gallons of liquid eraser or a formidable yardage of eraser tape.
The secretaries tapped and/or pounded on their huge and noisy manual (electric for the lucky ones) typewriters all day long. When a secretary hit but one wrong key, she had to stop and make the correction on all six copies. Then she typed on until the next mistake.
Fast forward to today.
Please read the rest over at Suscipio (now Plain Grace).