....and then when we turned seniors how important we felt when it was our turn to help in the office... and spill the ink all over, then trying to clean up the mess and it smearing all over my hands, my uniform, my socks and my shoes... my hand were stained for weeks... no never heard of it, way before my time
And the other sound it made in addition to the clack, clack, more like a pa-CHEEW,pa-CHEEW, pa-CHEEW, pa-CHEEW as the duplicator fluid was sprayed onto each advancing sheet. At least this is what it sounded like. I read that the paper dipped into a tank of it on the way to meet the printing sheet. I never got a chance to take one apart to see how it worked exactly. Does anyone on here know? Maybe there were different designs.
My hand is high and blue goo, lol. Great post, the best part was they encouraged the literary beast inside to publish our own memos and broadsides lambasting the status quo. They were basic simple machines and were cheap to buy used for home publishing. I had one and put out many a poetry magazine back then. Hoo rah for the ditto machine!