50th: Otto Boutin’s Night Watch — Speak and Squeak Softly
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An hour was gone and he still had only 150 cards printed, but with a bit of speed he’d get them all out before she got back.
Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. That would be just his luck, to burn out a bearing the first day on the job.
He stopped again, mad at himself for becoming so filthy from crawling around that darn press. He knew he had ink on his cheeks and oil in his hair, but he had no time to wash. He oiled everything once more and desperately started the press again. Squeak.
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- People:
- MARVIN WAS
- Otto Boutin
- Places:
- California
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