It happened to one of Papa's stenographers. I had her up to the house to take notes for a report I was making to one of the sociological committees I was on then.
And she took the notes and put them into shape for me, but when she sent the report to me the back of one of the sheets was just full of one sentence written over and over again. She didn't know she'd included that sheet, of course.
It was so curious I asked her about it.
She looked a little queer and said that when she wasn't thinking of anything in particular, but just sitting before her typewriter and not working, she always wrote that sentence.
"It just comes into my head," she said, "and I write it."
"An occult force guides your fingers?" I asked.
"Yes, ma am, that's it," she said.
Over and over and over again she had written, "Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party."
And here is the eerie part of it—it almost frightened me when I got it out of her!—her father had been some sort of a politician; a district leader, or something like that. And he was dead, and she had had to go to work.
But he was trying to deliver a message through her!
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