PONG! I sometimes sit back in a big chair and try to visualize what the land around our home was like a long time ago before . . .
In the grand ballroom of Chicago's Hotel Sherman 500 spectators who had paid 50ยข each for admission watched tensely from behind a railing. In the arena before them four men and one woman sat at desks spaced 15 feet apart, five tense figures crouching over typewriters while their flying fingers danced upon the keyboards. The world's champion typewriting title was at stake.
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