This is a mimeograph machine. How much I loved them when I was in elementary school and the teacher would send me down to the office to pick up a stack of freshly minted papers. It wasn't the Sixties yet, but I got high off the wonderful aroma wafting off the sheets.
[I WOULD INCLUDE A PHOTO OF A CASH REGISTER HERE, BUT FOR REASONS TOO COMPLICATED FOR ME TO FIGURE OUT, I CAN ONLY PUT ONE IMAGE PER POST. ARGGGHHH.]
The cash register too has faded into history. For years in high school I worked as a bag boy, paying for my car, and the hard-working gals at the registers punched in the price of each and every grocery item. Scanners were well in the future.
[HERE WOULD BE A PHOTO OF AN 8-TRACK TAPE.]
How hot I was in my little British Triumph Spitfire with an 8-track tape (Dylan, Rolling Stones, Dave Brubeck, etc) playing with the volume cranked up to compensate for the wind in my hair (I did once have hair, dammit). They didn't last long, but they initiated portability.