Sinopsis

When I was a "boy on a farm," one of my school teachers had a small
machine, which was sometimes used to print the names of students in their
books. Somehow I came to want a "printing press," and after a while I
purchased an outfit for fifteen cents, but it was a poor thing and failed to
satisfy me. Accordingly, I disposed of it and spent a larger sum for a
typewriter, which was little more than a toy. This, too, was unsatisfactory,
and I sold it. At a later date, I bought a second-hand typewriter, which was
turned in as part payment for the machine I am now using to write this
book, and now, after all these successive steps, I find myself possessed of a
real typewriter. I will a...