My dad had one in his tv repair shop.

Anyone remember 300 ohm to 75 ohm matching transformers?  Or using a 'clothes pin' adapter for the vhf screws?

Or an antenna rotor?

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You could take tab off from the lip & shoot tab across the room.

Now  for your next task, you must properly install it in a Royal typewriter.

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in the attic 30 plus years...needs cleaning , son has a ton stuff up there

My dad said they used to spray it on the under bodies for "rust proofing".

Another use for those:  Igniting carbide fumes in a groundhog hole.  Put water/carbide in hole.  Insert ignitor & pack hole with dirt.  Retreat a safe distance, wait a few minutes & set the ignitor off.

What we at first thought was far enough away was not.

Did anyone ever use a tractor where the 'ignition key' was a gear position on the gear box?

I remember driving a blue and white tractor.  It might be a Fordson.  To start the tractor, you put in the clutch and then moved the gear lever to the upper left position and pushed.  That engaged the starter.  You'd release the gear lever once it started.  I think the rest of the gears were in an "H" configuration with reverse in the upper left(not counting the starter position).

They still make these. There is a store not too far from me that has them and the two different types of caps they worked with.

My '87 Dodge Ram pickup has one for the low/high beam.

I drove also drove an old army truck that had the starter in the same spot.

I've seen one in use within the past year.

I remember when I was 16 and went to get fuel.  Couldn't figure out why the gas nozzle would not fit in my truck.   Oh!  My truck did NOT use leaded gas!  Move to the unleaded pump son.

Used one of those to open Hi C drink all the time.

I still have the basketball version!  

Remember when cigarettes were sold in vending machines ? The horror, how did we ever survive ?

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And pumping your tires up with one of these

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Or the thirsty bird toy

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ETA: you can still buy these , on Amazon

Not a problem. I have an Olympia manual typewriter to practice on. 

Pickett rule is best rule. 

Yup

I used to use the oil spouts that were kind of like an oil gun with a trigger to punch the hole in the oil can.

I owned a 1950 Harley and a 1970 VW bus so I know how to set up a magneto and set the dwell on a set of points.

It's NOT A DOLL!

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We have an '84 GMC 70 medium duty dump with big block GM366 that has a manual choke....and you'd better use it if you want it to crank after sitting any amount of time.

yep, and racks of the refillable glass bottles with stainless steel spouts on the island ends

Who knows who Ethyl was?

still have the imprint machine and yes to all the rest

I used these in my very first programming class...

Lucy and Ricky's neighbor, of course.  

My wife came back from the store last week and said she bought me 2400 rounds of ammo on sale. 

Then she tossed these at me. 





The kids and I have a decent cap gun collection, so these wont last too long! 

I had lots of sore popped ear drums from these babies....




After a while they changed to these.




Still remember the freaky smell! 

100LL doesn't smell like ethyl used to.

My mom was a secretary. I bet she could do it blind folded and hanging upside down.

I was at a gas station in Idalia CO about 3 years ago and they took a carbon copy of my credit card for gas. Not sure what the deal was whether that was the way they did it or the system was down.

My latest CC is a Discover Card and the numbers are printed on. The card is completely smooth so there's nothing to print a carbon copy off of.

My Camaro was like that.

Likewise. Man, I loved that stuff.
 
A lot of the toys shown here could have been delivered under one of these:

Still comes in cans to this day

My favorite local watering hole still has one . . .

. . . $9.50 a pack . . .

. . . and you have to go outside to smoke it ! ! !

Glad I quit.

Yep

We saved our used engine oil and "painted" the wooden hay wagons after we were done with them for the summer on the farm I grew up working at.

Even though this was the late 80's/early 90's, this farm was stuck in the 1940's/50's so I got to learn a lot of things the good old fashioned way. Things like cultivating corn with front mount cultivators on narrow front end tractors with manual lift, bailing hay with small square balers with no bale thrower/kicker and stacking the bales on the wagons by hand as they came out a chute on the back of the baler.

Cleaning the dairy barn gutters by hand with a hoe and pitch fork. Also feeding cows with a wheelbarrow  and ensilage fork and/or scoop shovel.

Milking cows in a stanchion barn with buckets and a dumping station.

Mowing hay with a sickle bar mower that had rivet on knives, and then running that hay through a conditioner after it had been mowed.

Picking ear corn with a one row New Idea Picker into gravity wagons, and the shelling the corn as it was needed for the cows with a hand cranked sheller.

Chopping corn with a one row Fox chopper, blowing it into open top badger wagons, then blowing it up an old shingle roofed, brick silo. No fancy unloader for that silo either. We climbed to the top, and shoveled/forked out what we needed for the day down an unloading chute that had doors that slide up and down to match the level of silage in the silo.

The cows lived in the barn all winter, and only went out side for fresh air after the morning milking while we cleaned the barn, and put fresh straw down. They lived outside in the spring/summer/fall, and all we had to do at milking time was ring a bell and holler for them, and they all came running to the barn door. Of course there were always a few assholes that we needed to walk out and motivate to come in, or a few wild  bitches who thought you walking out there was play time, and would either run like the wind as far away as they could, or chase your ass over the fence. A few days of this bullshit and their udders being ready to burst usually broke that behavior quick.

It was a big deal for a cow to die back then, some of the old grandma's of the herd were 20+ years old, and the lived their entire life on the farm. There was never any sending older unproductive ones off to auction. When they got old and feeble, they were, as the old saying goes..."put out to pasture"....usually with the young ones that hadn't had their first calf yet, and they kinda watched over them and taught them to not be wild dickheads around people. When it was her time to go, we would usually just find them "asleep" out in the pasture, get the loader tractor, bring her back to the barn, and call the rendering plant who would send a truck to pick her up and take her away. Those old time dairy farmers really had a connection with their cows, and they were almost like pets/family to them.

Indestructible.

I remember pull tabs on beers and sodas you had to pull all the way off then you could break off the tab and put them into a notch in the ring then flick them around like little silver shuriken...

Matchbooks are still available in any grocery store, aren't they?  I don't now, cuz I got a metric shit ton of these...