This is what erasers were back then:
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So... they shaved the paper to remove the ink.
Modern erasers just rub a layer off
I thought you were talking about the "regular" rubbers, for pencil. Those rubbers are more "grippy" than paper, so the graphite particles will stick to it.
This doesn't work for ink, of course, and those rough rubbers literally scratch the paper with ink off of page.
They just carried open knives around in their shirt pockets? I mean, I wanna feel sympathetic but…
They or teenagers?
Different times. You wouldn’t mail a baby.
Child labor, workplace sexual harassment, and lax safety regulations: check!
OSHA rules are written in blood, as the saying goes.
Tragic, but... it was 1909. Odds are he was going to die of some manner or pox or -theria regardless.
Or he would have been drafted in ww1
But he woulda had 6 kisses so...about evens out?
Could have gotten laid first, damn
Seems that wasn't his goal in life.
"Reginald, Get me a new whimsical office boy!"
"Yes, master"
Kind of brutal actually... Imagine being one of those women and having to live with that
Bet none of them faced even police questioning.
And the office supply room is still haunted to this very day!
Metropolitan Life Building
are you sure about that?
He died doing what he loved.
Running away from sexual abuse, who doesn't love that?
Fearing for our lives is the favorite pasttime of all men.