![]() ![]() And the fever pitch was reached, and movie saved, as the journalist ripped paper from the cylinder of the typewriter, shouting "copy"! What a dance!įast forward to the mid-1990s and I had purchased a restored 1924 home in the Normaltown area of Athens. ![]() The clacking of typewriter keys against cylinders, the "pinging" of the typewriter bell signaling the end of a line, and the banging of cylinders as they were manually returned in the carriage, was absolutely music. In such movies, "real men" dashed into the newsroom from near death encounters, sat down to desks overflowing with earlier editions of newspapers and cigarette ash, and went to work. While imagining myself as such a suave, confident figure filled my early years, what really hooked me into typewriters - and journalism - was the incredible, adrenaline pumping noise and commotion of city news rooms depicted in such movies as 1951's Ace in the Hole, and 1976's All the President's Men. Could there be a more exciting, pressure-filled life? And all were admired by beautiful, dangerous looking women, who also smoked. Typewriters from the Collections of Mike Kilpatrick, Tatiana Veneruso, Mike Landers & Lauren FancherĪs a child of the fifties, I grew to age during one of the most romantic of all periods in journalism: one depicting journalists as hard-edged men who wore trench coats with excellent felt hats with "Press" badges tucked into the hatband, with their brims bent below the left eye. ![]()
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