Even Pinocchio got into the printer's game.
If you were a very lucky boy - the ghost of Benjamin Franklin would be there in spirit as you printed out scores of cards and tickets.
As a printer you could expect the loving gaze of scores of womenfolk admiring your prowess on the press.
But as a printer
Even though you had all the pieces
Every job was a challenge of filling out the blanks.
Ahhh...the promise of fortunes made in printing: