Had an old R. C. Allen. Still remember kerchunking-kerchunking the big shiny lever twice. It had one quirk where if you hit the right margin in the middle of a word, you could hit the remaining letters extra hard and finish out the word on that line without hitting the margin release. Never could figure out what the half-red, half-black ribbons were for except maybe accounting reports or something, like using red ink for debits, maybe, I guessed.
Then we got a wide-carriage Selectric, high end model.
The. Pinnacle. Of. Typewriters.
Annoyed me at first because of the light keys. Anticipatory finger motions would often make the next letter in the word print instead of the one you wanted. I soon got used to the light touch of an electric, though, and grew to really love that son of a gun.
Worst typewriter I ever had was a portable daisy-wheel one. That slight delay while the wheel came around to the letter you wanted was distracting. It was also noisy.
Fining someone $1M $1000 for slight variations from "personal requirements" seemed a little stiffnecked. We all have our preferences in reading typescript, and we've all "padded" term papers and the like to make the proverbial "500 words," or "five pages," but wow, to ding someone a mil thou for something as trivial as that seems to go waaayyyy beyond having a "judicial temperament." I wonder if something else had also piqued the judge's ire.
I wonder what "the rest of the story" is, as Paul Harvey used to say.
