
One night her friends, alarmed at their comrade's deterioration, convinced her to take a break and accompany them to the Fargo Restaurant in Aurora. She went reluctantly, but after an evening of fun "The Mad Typist" began to relax. Her friends were relieved to see her old personality returning. They closed the Fargo and began the long dark walk back to the campus. Tragedy struck when a vehicle (some say a wagon, some a car) careened off Main Street onto the sidewalk, killing only "The Mad Typist." She died instantly and was mourned by the College.
Students still awaken in the dead hours to the distant clack, clack, clack. Today in the South Wing of Dodge, where "The Mad Typist" lived, many students who develop writer's block in the middle of the night swear they have felt someone looking over their shoulders, wondering about their progress.
There are no further documents in the Wells College Archives to either prove or disprove the accuracy of the stories presented here.
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