I say, Wilfred, I do believe that it would be rather marvelous were I to have a telegraph machine that could fit in my pocket.
Why, if such a remarkable thing were to exist, I could send Aunt Agnes a telegram from anywhere in the world simply by retrieving the machine from my jacket, keying in the message, and sending it on its way via radio broadcast. Perhaps she might even carry a similar machine of her own with which to receive my telegrams wherever she might be, whether seated in her parlor, or out in the country on a velocipede.
In fact, while we’re imagining such splendid ideas, perhaps this telegraph machine could be constructed in the shape of miniature typewriter, which I could operate with my thumbs. Continue reading ‘Droll Musings From an Early 20th Century British Gentleman on Txting Ur Peepz’
