When I wrote 'live' concert reviews for Melody Maker (aaah, memories!) I used to -
attend the gig
come home and write the review - typed of course, keeping a carbon copy
take it to the local train station at the crack of dawn to send it to London by Red Star Parcels
there it would be collected by courier and taken to the office, or straight to the printers, depending how close to deadline we were
from there to the printers where it would be re-typed by the print setters.
Then someone hit on the idea of reading copy out to a typist - I would read my copy and hear a machine-gun noise on the other end, punctuated with an occasional 'Uh-huh ...' down the phone to confirm that my copy was being heard and understood by the lady (always a lady!) at the other end.
Imagine the joy of joys when fax machines were invented!
Oh, and a further sign of the times, a carbon copy was referred to as a 'black'!!!