In a plainly furnished Manhattan office one day last week sat bushy-browed Fred Eugene Baer punching a typewriter with great deliberation. Over his shoulder looked bald-domed Henry Fitzwilliam Woods, counting the words. When the keys spelled out "wonderful" both men cheered, put on their hats, went out to the nearest bar. There they toasted themselves, for from their assembly line had come the 5,000,000th word they had written for which somebody else took credit. Their business is producing and selling written matter at so much a word under the name of Ghostwriters Bureau,...
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