Catering To The Carriage Trade
June, 1978
Back in those halcyon days when you were a kid, there was probably an ancient, black Smith-Corona, Royal or Underwood typewriter tucked away up in the eaves. You'd haul it out (and those babies could give Charles Atlas a hernia), crank in a sheet of paper and bang away on the keys--which invariably became wedged together in one mass of inky steel. Compare that experience with the one you'll have after you've equipped your study or home office with one of the new portable typewriters that everybo...
