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He had found fault with his shorthand typist for altering a sentence in one of the letters ho had dictated. Her reply was that she thought ho meant what she had written.
“I don’t want you to think,” retorted the great man sharply. “I want you to take down my words accurately and then put them into type on the machine, neither adding nor leaving out anything I may say.” Later in the afternoon tho typist brought back the following letter for signature:— “Dear Smyth. Spell it with a y, although that pure swank on his part, of course. In answer to your letter of—Look up the date. Wo can quote you—Tell me, Walter, what’s the most we can charge this old blighter? Very well. We can quote you £lO a ton for the goods free on board. If he accepts we shall have to make sure of our money beforehand, for I don’t trust him. Awaiting the pleasure of your esteemed order, —Yours faithfully.’’
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XX, Issue 239, 27 September 1930, Page 14
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168WORD FOR WORD Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XX, Issue 239, 27 September 1930, Page 14
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