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THE FIRST WRITING…MACHINES
From My Unpublished Autobiography
Some days ago a correspondent sent in an old typewritten sheet；
faded by age； containing the following letter over the signature
of Mark Twain：
〃Hartford； March 10； 1875。
〃Please do not use my name in any way。 Please do not even divulge
that fact that I own a machine。 I have entirely stopped using
the typewriter； for the reason that I never could write a letter
with it to anybody without receiving a request by return mail that I
would not only describe the machine； but state what progress I had
made in the use of it； etc。； etc。 I don't like to write letters；
and so I don't want people to know I own this curiosity…breeding
little joker。〃
A note was sent to Mr。 Clemens asking him if the letter was genuine
and whether he really had a typewriter as long ago as that。
Mr。 Clemens replied that his best answer is the following chapter
from his unpublished autobiography：
1904。 VILLA QUARTO； FLORENCE； JANUARY。
Dictating autobiography to a typewriter is a new experience for me；
but it goes very well； and is going to save time and 〃language〃
the kind of language that soothes vexation。
I have dictated to a typewriter beforebut not autobiography。
Between that experience and the present one there lies a mighty gap
more than thirty years！ It is sort of lifetime。 In that wide interval
much has happenedto the type…machine as well as to the rest of us。
At the beginning of that interval a type…machine was a curiosity。
The person who owned one was a curiosity； too。 But now it is the
other way about： the person who DOESN'T own one is a curiosity。
I saw a type…machine for the first time inwhat year？ I suppose it
was 1873because Nasby was with me at the time； and it was in Boston。
We must have been lecturing； or we could not have been in Boston；
I take it。 I quitted the platform that season。
But never mind about that； it is no matter。 Nasby and I saw
the machine through a window； and went in to look at it。
The salesman explained it to us； showed us samples of its work；
and said it could do fifty…seven words a minutea statement
which we frankly confessed that we did not believe。 So he put
his type…girl to work； and we timed her by the watch。 She actually
did the fifty…seven in sixty seconds。 We were partly convinced；
but said it probably couldn't happen again。 But it did。
We timed the girl over and over againwith the same result always：
she won out。 She did her work on narrow slips of paper； and we
pocketed them as fast as she turned them out； to show as curiosities。
The price of the machine was one hundred and twenty…five dollars。
I bought one； and we went away very much excited。
At the hotel we got out our slips and were a little disappointed
to find that they contained the same words。 The girl had economized
time and labor by using a formula which she knew by heart。
However； we arguedsafely enoughthat the FIRST type…girl must
naturally take rank with the first billiard…player： neither of them
could be expected to get out of the game any more than a third or a
half of what was in it。 If the machine survivedIF it survived
experts would come to the front； by and by； who would double the girl's
output without a doubt。 They would do one hundred words a minute
my talking speed on the platform。 That score has long ago been beaten。
At home I played with the toy； repeated and repeating and repeated 〃The
Boy stood on the Burning Deck；〃 until I could turn that boy's adventure
out at the rate of twelve words a minute； then I resumed the pen；
for business； and only worked the machine to astonish inquiring visitors。
They carried off many reams of the boy and his burning deck。
By and by I hired a young woman； and did my first dictating （letters；
merely）； and my last until now。 The machine did not do both capitals
and lower case （as now）； but only capitals。 Gothic capitals they were；
and sufficiently ugly。 I remember the first letter I dictated。
it was to Edward Bok； who was a boy then。 I was not acquainted
with him at that time。 His present enterprising spirit is not new
he had it in that early day。 He was accumulating autographs； and was
not content with mere signatures； he wanted a whole autograph LETTER。
I furnished itin type…written capitals； SIGNATURE AND ALL。
It was long； it was a sermon； it contained advice； also reproaches。
I said writing was my TRADE； my bread…and…butter； I said it was
not fair to ask a man to give away samples of his trade； would he
ask the blacksmith for a horseshoe？ would he ask the doctor for
a corpse？
Now I come to an important matteras I regard it。 In the year
'74 the young woman copied a considerable part of a book of mine
ON THE MACHINE。 In a previous chapter of this Autobiography I
have claimed that I was the first person in the world that ever had
a telephone in the house for practical purposes； I will now claim
until dispossessthat I was the first person in the world to APPLY
THE TYPE…MACHINE TO LITERATURE。 That book must have been THE
ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER。 I wrote the first half of it in '72；
the rest of it in '74。 My machinist type…copied a book for me
in '74； so I concluded it was that one。
That early machine was full of caprices； full of defectsdevilish ones。
It had as many immoralities as the machine of today has virtues。
After a year or two I found that it was degrading my character；
so I thought I would give it to Howells。 He was reluctant； for he
was suspicious of novelties and unfriendly toward them； and he remains
so to this day。 But I persuaded him。 He had great confidence in me；
and I got him to believe things about the machine that I did not
believe myself。 He took it home to Boston； and my morals began
to improve； but his have never recovered。
He kept it six months； and then returned it to me。 I gave it away
twice after that； but it wouldn't stay； it came back。 Then I
gave it to our coachman； Patrick McAleer； who was very grateful；
because he did not know the animal； and thought I was trying to
make him wiser and better。 As soon as he got wiser and better he
traded it to a heretic for a side…saddle which he could not use；
and there my knowledge of its history ends。