We have in our living room the mimeograph machine
handed down to me by my father. He was a
preacher and with mother’s help prepared the church bulletin for the Sunday
services. In later years he used more
modern mimeograph machines, but they were still messy because of the inking
process that required painting ink on the inside of the drum. This made it impossible to ink the absorbent cloth
inner lining without getting gooey black ink on your hands. Another challenge the machines offered
involved paper feeding. Typically, the
top sheet of the stack had to be lifted up by hand and pressure applied to the
rest of the stack so that only one sheet fed at a time. Mother often helped type the stencil using a
manual typewriter. Correction fluid came
in small bottles that mother used to paint over any mistyping and then, when
dry, type the word again. The stencil
was a blue somewhat oily to the touch product that let ink pass through to the printed
paper wherever cuts had been made thorough the stencil using a typewriter or
stylus. There was a setting on the
typewriter that disabled the normal lifting of the typewriter ribbon, thus the
keys struck the stencil head on and could cut it. Sometimes they struck too hard, and letters
such as “o”s would remove a piece of stencil entirely and cause the letter to
be completely filled in with ink when printed.
Dad would use a hand stylus to etch simple graphics. To use the stylus to trace a figure, dad used
a wooden device with a panel of glass installed over an incandescent light. Tinfoil lined the bottom of the contraption
and served as a reflector. This allowed
dad to trace and etch an image on the stencil when the light shown through. A final challenge came after the stencil was
prepared—affixing the flimsy stencil to the mimeograph drum without wrinkling
it and getting a less than smooth coverage of the drum. If it became wrinkled, then it would cause
meandering unwanted ink lines to appear on the printed page or distort the
characters themselves. The whole process
came with an industrial aroma. The ink
had a characteristic smell as did the stencil itself as well as the correction
fluid. When I occasionally helped “do
the bulletins” I felt fortunate to engage in somewhat dirty and challenging industrial
work.