Bisbee daily review., 1912-04-07

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 rTypewriters in another room I suppose he remarked.
 The gnide grinned. Watch the man at that desk there" he answered.
 The clerk hastily scanned a let ter which he picked from a tray. Then be took up a long tube. having on it's end an object not unlike the mouthpiece of a toy horn. This he placed to his lips, and into it he die. tated what was presumably an ans. wer to the letter in his hand. The dictation completed he turned a small crank which projected from the side of his desk. and a sheet of letter paper. partly covered with typewrit- ten matter. slipped out from slit in a slightly raised portion of the desk top An envelope followed. The clerk. first pressing his right thumb on a handy rubber stamp pad, made an impression on the letter sheet. Then, with it's envelope. the sheet was drop ped into another opening in the side of the desk.
 What did he do?" asked the per pleXed visitor.
 That sheet of paper contained the letter he had just dictated" explain ed the guide. it is now on its way through the compressed air tube to the general postoffice. after havins been folded. inserted in the envelope and sealed by machinery beneath the l floor. The tube into which he talk | ed leads to a phono-writer. com ! bination of the old style photograph | and typewriter, which received, re- l corded and type-wrote the letter as i it was dictated. A copy of the let | ter is now down in the filing room But he didn't sign the letter" 70. yes he did! Didn't you notice i him impress it with his thumb? His thumb print is a legal signature. How i ever for convenient identification he wears a rubber ring which prints 1 his name with the thumb mark. Ot 1 course in case of dispute. the thumt
 print tells the tale. Just step this | way. Mir Thorpe"
 As he turned to follow the young man, Thorpe's bewildered eyes rested
 on a mammoth calendar hung higi on the wall at the far end Of the room
 The blood came to his head with
 rush, and his eyes almost burst iron
 their sockets, for he read in bolC
 black print:
 JUNE 2oTH. 2oos.
 The accounting department" an nounced Cummins.
 Thorpe found himself looking int
 large square room, with handsom'
 beamed metal ceilings. Through th'
 outer walls, which were of thick glas' almost opaque. the room was floodet with a soft, ample light. To tn
 young mans surprise, the high desk
 and stools. with rows of backs ben over ponderous ledgers-the usual scene in the bookkeeping room Of large concern--were absent. Instead number of men sat at low desks comfortable looking. but curiousi. |; shaped. which were scattered abou , the floor, and from each desk cam a stIbdued metallic chatter not UT |. like the sound of a tpewriting ma chine. The scene was one of con plete order and contentment. Where are the bookkeepers? h' asked.
 The guide laughed. Tn museums, suppose" he answered. There ar
 no bookkeepers now-instead, w
 have 'mechanicants.' Since the Pen
 rose law of 1852 providing that m
 person should keep set Of DOOR , for another person without a cert , ficate of ability from the govern
 ment. the old time bookkeeper Ina nassed away. It is merely anotne case of the survival Of the fittes' The mechanicant of today must no'