An Underwood Dream

As a gathering of typospherians occurs in West Virginia tomorrow, I remain in far flung north Idaho, working diligently upon my Underwood. If anyone going to the meeting desires to do so, I would love to see photos of the many Fox's at Mr. Price's museum (I think he even has an extra-long carriage standard, something I've never seen on a Fox).

To keep myself from being sad at being unable to attend the event, I went ahead and threw the finishing touches on the appearance of the Underwood. This included, in my opinion, the true showstoppers; decals. Save for a broken carriage (the shifting part), this machine is done.

I was able to rig the carriage assembly in place and force it to work (as best as I could get it to) by guiding it with my hand. This cryptic message was produced.