A lot of the fun was realizing the contrast between what was and what now is in creating printed documents--how amazing the things we take for granted. And taking this for granted is what tripped up the Forger.
People started poking at memories of using a typewriter--and so many of those memories are of inconvenience, rubbing a piece of paper into holes trying to erase an error....Typing class--where you had to memorize long lists of hyphenated words so you could make the margins look even. The dinging of a bell--having to slap back the thingie. What was that thingie we slapped back for each line?
For me, it jogged some very pleasant memories of making printed projects in Industrial Arts Print Shop. I remember typesetting, jobsticks--the inky smells and the pleasant sound of the presses banging away. I liked my shop teachers--practical artisans doing a practical thing. I remember how elegant a page of handset type looked--for all the perfection of modern home printers, hand-set type had a cachet all its own.
A good time. How pitiful the liberals are...they can't seem to have any fun at all.
It was called a "carriage return". :-)
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Personal Typing Student of Miss Gaddis' class in 1978