I believe this is an "Indestro" brand wrench. I have the same one, but without the metric on the back. I believe it is an earlier run of the same exact wrench... My namesake, my grandfather, whom unfortunately died two months before I was born came to the USA at age 8 from Italy by himself, and grew up in a home for abandoned youth in NYC back in 1921. He became a certified master mechanic at the age of 21 after attending trade school also in NYC. He opened his mechanic shop in 1945 in Endicott, NY, aptly named "Iannone's Garage." (which evolved over the years to include 4 gas pumps, a used Cadillac sales lot, and in a separate structure He had built a sort distance down the street, a large two bay, self serve, car wash.) He was able to pay for both his parents and a few other close relatives to come join him finally. He ran the business until he died unexpectedly of colon cancer in 1985, the year i was born. My two great uncles, both much younger than my grandfather, (15 and 17 year gap)inherited the shop and car wash, but as they were both teachers, and knew nothing or being a mechanic or running a business, they attempted to sell what should have been my future inheritance (that's my perspective lmao). They managed to sell both businesses, but due to the epa finding leaky gas tanks it sat unused for two decades (the shop and car lot/gas station;the car wash was fine.) The purchaser must have been so heated, he was stuck with it, unable to use or sell it, until right after I graduated high-school and a family friends son, a few years my elder, paid to clean it, filled the tanks and opened a used car lot. (I am happy with that outcome, lol). Now, all the old gas pumps, signage, merch, old equipment, even the neon signs, sat gathering dust in a barn my Mother inherited, I begged her to let me go in there and find out what all was in there (it was locked with chain and padlock) but a small gap revealed a small tease of the treasure that laid within, I will never forget the two old style globe "gulf' pump heads gleaming, albeit dusty which is what sparked my endless attempts to gain access and explore this treasure room... but, it was "too dangerous, the second floor was collapsing and there was a large hole on one side of the roof, so everything was ruined anyways, it would be pointless" or so I must have been told 7,690 times... until, I turn 18... well, my grand luck, as always, that year the area flooded for the first time in almost a century, fema bought out my mom's land, the house I was born in, and the barn that held what was the last of my inheritance, and a desire to fill an emotional void I had since birth, to know the man, whom everyone told me was the most amazing, brilliant, talented, charming, and savvy person they knew, and with whom I was named after, and was constantly told by family, I must have been his reincarnation, due to how much I was like the man I never met.... unfortunately, my inheritance was stolen from me yet again.... and, after finding out how much those two gas pumps were worth alone, I was even more enraged than when I found out about the mechanic shop, car lot, and car wash operation and its subsequent sale... anyways, I chose a different path in life, instead following my paternal grandfather, and went into the family business... after prison, I started my now successful masonry contracting business, which celebrates five years this year, and is named after my grandfather (the legit one). To my astonishment, after 34 years of believing I had lost all chances of a connection to my grandfather, on my birthday, my first one after prison, my aunt gave me a large, heavy box.... in that box, we're a very large assortment of tools, some original items from his business (a branded key chain, two branded sales booklets, and a few other small items... nothing very large, the largest being an old black and decker 7.5inch corded buffer, which like literally everywhere tool, besides some broken drill and lathe bits, and some random tool parts, still works better than anything you can purchase today! In fact, without these tools I wouldn't have been able to start my business, they were the only tools I owned at the time. Fast forward 5 years and now I have two workshops plus a large amount of my backyards filled with tools and equipment, all purchased in the last five years through my contracting business which I inherited 34 years after my grandfather died (not exactly, but, it is what made it possible!) Now, I keep the tools, mostly mechanics and machinists tools and accessories, mostly accessories, in the workshop, to be used on personal projects, I just used his Stanley no. 5 hand planer, and two different styles hand rasps, as well as, 6 sockets and two ratchets on a separate project, all within the last week, even though i have modern, newer, crappier versions of everyone... sorry for the rant, the day he died just passed, and that just sort of poured out unexpectedly.
Sorry, but, here is the pics of my *earlier?* version of that same exact wrench!