I was going to say that reminded me of my old catholic school playground bell.I have an old CI school bell with the "cradle" it swings on. intended to mount to a post. Someday I'll put it up.
Welcome to the Colton Club! (And if you're already a member, congrats on another one!)1-1/32" jaw width Colton Patent style mini.
I think he may be right. Here is a picture of a pallet "grabber" (I call it a "dragger") that I have.
Simanco is "Singer Manufacturing Co. - so think sewing, but not cloth - leather.... sometimes you have to pull/stretch before sewing so likely for that. Singer made machines for all levels of sewing.
I was thinking of a fabric pulling device, Outlaw. It would definitely have to grip an object with some width and not one thin sheet of something.
all aboveYou both look like you're ready for duty if your Hip Pocket Orders were invoked tomorrow!I took the opportunity to meet up with gpw_42 at his favorite Thai restaurant. We swapped stories about spicy food, places we’ve lived and things we’ve done. It was great meeting up with a fellow GJ’er even though we didn’t get to do any picking together.
Snerk.because there is no ballot-box stuffing in the Garage Sale Thread.
Fixed it for you.(Hairline strategically not visible.)
That's a cool find.I always wanted a large bell (5 gallon bucket size or larger). Still do, but can't afford it. Found this at a yard sale for $5. She claims it's from an old church, which I doubt
Thanks! And so jealous! The 70's era Enduro-riding teen in me just did a wheelie on Main Street on his non-licensed Husqy, then evaded the police cutting through Memorial Park over to Franklin, down to 4th Street, up the "snake path" to the High School through the PL out to Fireline Road, the trail between the stadium and Chestnut Ridge over to 3rd Street down the hill to the alley behind Princeton Ave safely into the garage, all in his golden-tinged memory.One of my favorite dual sports.
AAHH who doesnt have fond memories of their first police chase..lol I think I was about 8 on my YZ80..lolThe 70's era Enduro-riding teen in me just did a wheelie on Main Street on his non-licensed Husqy, then evaded the police cutting through Memorial Park over to Franklin, down to 4th Street, up the "snake path" to the HS out on Fireline Road, and back around to 3rd Street down the hill to the alley behind Princeton Ave safely into the garage, all in his golden-tinged memory.![]()


Not sure if it was swapped from the guy’s other 150, which was an Emerson (snapped a pic of its plate).












Snerk. They're ALWAYS the boss!He said he would have to ask the boss and went off to do so while I started identifying items of interest. The boss came by in short order and I reiterated my desire. She said...
Probably a good clue. It's like archeology!Also found in the box was a receipt for some aircraft parts (I can read tailwheel) from 1946
That's what the grad students are for! (Oh, wait, I got carried away with the metaphor...)Now comes the big job of cleaning up this rusty mess!
I'd think that would be quite desirable to the Craftsman Collectors. You ****.
After I got home and started sorting through everything, I began to worry I might have overlooked some items. I went back the next day and am glad I did. I added the Amber Handle hacksaw and screw driver, The boss was not in as good a mood as the day before, apparently due to some very rude customers, so for the comparatively small secondary haul she charged me $12. I didn’t complain, though!!










I tried to get the dates the W.B. Mathews company was in operation here on Grayson Street. Nothing on the internet and even the Chamber of Commerce came up dry. The earliest date I could find is 1989, when "Nightmare on Grayson" first opened up as a seasonal Haunted House. It remained in operation for 24 years. The building is currently occupied by West Elm, a modern furniture and home decor store.Probably a good clue. It's like archeology!
Mine, too! Archive.org shows it as 99 AC 4375 in the 1939 through 1942 catalogs. By 1948 the same numbered case was an inch longer and "Machine Gray" instead of Crackle Blue.a collector in Scotland who has a large, and largely complete, C-man box of that era, which has a removable carry tray.
I grew up in rural SD. When I ran from the police they just went to my house and waited for meteen in me just did a wheelie on Main Street on his non-licensed Husqy, then evaded the police cutting through Memorial Park over to Franklin, down to 4th Street, up the "snake path" to the High School through the PL out to Fireline Road, the trail between the stadium and Chestnut Ridge over to 3rd Street down the hill to the alley behind Princeton Ave safely into the garage, all in his golden-tinged memory.![]()
Haha! My hometown wasn't a metropolis, either. Small working class town in coalcracker country. Being recognized was a concern. My brother and I tried not to wear the same helmets too often!I grew up in rural SD. When I ran from the police they just went to my house and waited for me
Nice Klein hammer. That’s sweet.today's haul
That’s a you **** box with you **** tools at a you **** price! Careful, now, or you’ll find a crinkle blue roll cart out on a curb.I didn’t think that the day could get any better, but I was wrong.
You have the receipt, Orville!The earliest date I could find is 1989,
Which is a timeframe that matches the 1946 on the receipt, Wilbur. If you really wanted to find actual references in between '42 and '48, you could consult the wartime Christmas catalogs at the Wishbook Web site, which is what I use to try to fill in that free and open source cat gap.Archive.org shows it as 99 AC 4375 in the 1939 through 1942 catalogs. By 1948 the same numbered case was an inch longer and "Machine Gray" instead of Crackle Blue.



Bringing back all kinds of childhood memories. LolHaha! My hometown wasn't a metropolis, either. Small working class town in coalcracker country. Being recognized was a concern. My brother and I tried not to wear the same helmets too often!![]()
Reminding his kids so they don’t get flees?Nothing really LEFT-BEHIND worthy, but when I went into the woods to take a leak (we're not that uncivilized, there are porta-potties, I was just too lazy to walk all the way back there with 3 cups of coffee in me!), I ran into a little makeshift hobo's camp, where the cats can apparently read English!
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Major suckage here! A long c top chest isn’t easy to find on the left coast but maybe easier where you are? Regardless you draw a stellar vacuum!This is the second stop of my Friday adventure.
I went directly to the back yard where a nice guy was monitoring the shed. Just outside were arrayed four decrepit tool boxes and their rusty contents. Each box had a $20 or $25 price tag. I told the nice guy that didn’t need another tool box and asked if it would be alright to pick through them for individual tools. He said he would have to ask the boss and went off to do so while I started identifying items of interest. The boss came by in short order and I reiterated my desire. She said to make a pile and then she would redistribute the remaining tools to even out the boxes
There was a lot of New Britain manufactured Craftsman (BE). Unfortunately, there had also been several of those nasty screw drivers with the handles that deteriorate, off-gassing the **** out of things and rusting whatever was in near contact. (At this point I found out that the house had been vacant for five years before the descendants of the owner’s got around to dealing with it.)
After picking my fill from the decrepit tool boxes, I went into the shed and saw another $20 tool box that wasn’t so decrepit. It was mostly a familiar dark blue and had the remains of a still recognizable water decal. I looked at all the Craftsman (BE) in my bag, hurriedly calculated the sum of two plus two and came up with the requisite answer. I dove into the Long C Craftsman box but only found a few CM items—most of the contents was actual junk with a healthy (or unhealthy) helping of deteriorated screw driver handle dust in the bottom drawer. About this time the boss came back in to see how I was doing. I told her that despite my earlier misgivings about buying another tool box, I would buy this one if she let me dump all the dreck out of it and replace it with my pickings. I fully expected a harsh rejoinder on the disparity between dreck and pickings accompanied by a new price in the neighborhood of $60, from which we would work our way to a mutually acceptable midpoint. Instead, she exclaimed “Bingo! Deal!!” Afterward, concerned about a possible hernia, she brought me a dolly and helped me heft the box into my trunk.
After I got home and started sorting through everything, I began to worry I might have overlooked some items. I went back the next day and am glad I did. I added the Amber Handle hacksaw and screw driver, a couple of deep sockets that I missed, the 3/8 speeder that I had originally left behind due to the massive amount of rust, the Walden-Worchester T-socket, PL∇MB feeler gauge and several other items—including the largest needles I have ever seen at 16 inches. The boss was not in as good a mood as the day before, apparently due to some very rude customers, so for the comparatively small secondary haul she charged me $12. I didn’t complain, though!!
Also found in the box was a receipt for some aircraft parts (I can read tailwheel) from 1946.
Now comes the big job of cleaning up this rusty mess! I’ll post better pictures when I’m done.
Correct, not a long run of this style. He inhales profusely!OR , I believe your toolbox first appeared in 1939 , and by 1945 it was replaced with a Heritage badge box. 1st pic 1939,2nd pic 1942,3rd pic 1941. I believe the catalogs in 43,44 were light on mechanics tools as the war efforts continued.
Nice tool kit pouch!Pretty good (by my own standards) small haul (Lugz 2022_45) from the flea this morning.
- The folding Corona 41 pruning saw is a rare user purchase for me. (I need one.)
- The only reason I even spotted the SW & the 7D's is because I though they were some kind of bits. They are pewter candle holders for a birthday cake. I'm not a big Disney fan, to be honest, but Mrs. Lugz is, and I always like to bring her something every once in awhile.
- The Shelton Socketool kit is classic 60's. I have a bigger one that this junior version will complement very nicely.
- Last but definitely not least, that envelope-shaped OD pouch with the "US" ink stamp on the flap is a wartime Jeep toolkit pouch.
Seemingly in another lifetime it's been so long now and so much has changed since then, I quite literally "wrote the book" on Willys MB toolkits (it was a chapter, actually) in a collectors' guide, with a friend and colleague, and the pouch (technically, a "bag") was a section I spent considerable time on. This is a later war (May 1943 >) No. 15-B pouch, with a flexible metal stiffener sewn into the opening hem and "draw straps" instead of "draw ropes." Not all of the tools in the kit went inside the bag, but for more context, here is a photo from the book showing a figure of the toolkit from a manual, SNL G503 dated January 1944, and I attached a few older photos of a couple other bags I have found, in a couple of the kits that I have assembled.
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Yeah, we didn't have any that gave THAT serious of a chase.That cop was nuts.

...heading home between classes to cram for a test (Purdue, November '79 in Indiana, planned to put my Yamaha 360 Enduro up for the winter the next day). Approached an intersection with a green light and a car waiting to turn left. Looked to the road on the right to ensure no one was going to run the red. Looked back to the intersection to see the car had started his left in front of me. Hit the brakes while cursing. He finally saw me and gunned it to get out of my way. Too late. Hit his rear quarter panel, tumbled over the trunk and saw dark-light-dark-light, landed flat on my back in the middle of the intersection. Bike crumpled not far away bleeding fluids and people chasing after my papers and books. Ankle hurt like hell but my helmet was unscratched! Football "team doctor" at Purdue Hospital looked at my ankle, proclaimed it a bad sprain and said no x-ray was needed. Thinking of my AFROTC flying slot, I insisted. Broke bigger than ****. Three months in a non-walking cast in an Indiana winter. When the cast was removed, the leg was skinny but my pecs looked good from climbing stairs with crutches!Have to tell this quick story now though... The only time I ever set a bike down on the street I was...
You have the receipt, Orville!
Which is a timeframe that matches the 1946 on the receipt, Wilbur. If you really wanted to find actual references in between '42 and '48, you could consult the wartime Christmas catalogs at the Wishbook Web site, which is what I use to try to fill in that free and open source cat gap.
Terrific box.
Major suckage here! A long c top chest isn’t easy to find on the left coast but maybe easier where you are? Regardless you draw a stellar vacuum!
Now you're cookin'! And that is some good detective work!The receiver's signature on the receipt matches the name scratched on the inside of the folding lid.
Kill...ing...it!Here is a recent haul I brought in.