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Updated: May 3, 2025


There entered a self-effacing young woman with pencil and notebook. "Are you ready for me, sir?" "Not quite. Sit down for a minute, Miss Smithers. Or, come up to the table if you don't mind, and help me open these envelopes." Paul, you see, was a great man, who commanded the services of a shorthand typist.

When you learn that God gave you ten fingers, not two, you may make a typist. And there is nothing more worth while than being able to express yourself in English. They'll teach you that on a newspaper. I think I'd take it. "Not on account of the money," he continued, after a little. "You would probably soon be earning more in the wholesale business.

"Well, she wasn't either. I shouldn't have wanted you to be a typist. We have a typist. As a matter of fact, her job needed a bit more brains than she'd got. However " Another silence. G.J. rose to depart. Concepcion did not stir. She said softly: "I don't think anybody realises what Queen's death is to me. Not even you."

It would be nice to report that he went at it with determination, self-discipline, and system, following instructions to the letter and emerging a first-rate typist. Sorry. Jimmy hated every minute of it. He galled at the pages and pages of juj juj juj frf frf frf. He cried with frustration because he could not perform the simple exercise to perfection.

From a plain office drudge, Mary Fortune, the typist, suddenly found herself the second in command. Every day from Geronimo there came letters and telegrams from the prisoner in the County Jail and his trenchant orders were put into effect by the girl who had worked for McBain.

In the Gunsight Hotel where the officials of the Company left their women-folks to idle and fret and gossip, there was a restless flash of white from the upper veranda; and in the office below Andrew McBain, the aggressive President of the Gunsight Mining and Developing Company, paced nervously to and fro as he dictated letters to a typist.

"You dance much too well to be a reporter," he said. "What a ridiculous remark!" Joan retorted; "one cannot dance all day, can one? Besides, I am not even a real reporter. I am only a typist." "That is worse, to think of you as that is impossible," he said. "Let us go outside and find somewhere to sit."

"Supposing financial disaster fell upon your family, old boy would you consider your sister less of a lady because she had to earn bread for you all by being a typist!" "Of course not but it would be very dreadful! Marie! Oh! I could not think of it!" "Then try to get the idea into your thick head that Miss Sharp is Marie and behave accordingly That is how I look at her."

But most of his trouble lay deep-seated in his recollection of his parents' fabulous machine. It would have made a typist of him in a single half-hour session, or so he thought. He had yet to learn about the vast gulf that lies between theory and practice. It took Jimmy several weeks of aimless fiddling before he realized that there was no easy short-cut.

Then they went back to supper: and he was introduced to Gerald, the young bank-clerk, whose mind was not yet cured of the fever for the sea, who had a roving eye in his smooth young face; and Marcella, the eldest one of the young Grays, who was a typist in the same employment as her father. And though at first the young people were shy of Mary's lover they were quickly at home with him.

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