I noticed that too. It seems to be in issue in my area because a lot of the antique shops leave the blade in. Drives me nuts thinking of what could happenI can tell you what it is ... its an accident waiting to happen.
That razor has a blade in it. Shame on the antique dealer who put it in the display case like that.
Even if you don't buy it, please inform the store that they should remove the blade for the sake of safety.
(But for $12, its worth buying, just to get the OC head.)
From the pics I've seen online I think you're right too. I would've never thought of it being a sorta broken ball end.Looks like the elusive Gillette Gelding -- a ball-end Old Type that's no longer ball ended. The handle tube very commonly develops cracks at the ends and the pressed in fittings loosen and fall out. From the profile of the head I'd say it's a post-patent model (after the original patents expired in 1921).
I can tell you what it is ... its an accident waiting to happen.
That razor has a blade in it. Shame on the antique dealer who put it in the display case like that.
I can tell you what it is ... its an accident waiting to happen.
That razor has a blade in it. Shame on the antique dealer who put it in the display case like that.
Even if you don't buy it, please inform the store that they should remove the blade for the sake of safety.
(But for $12, its worth buying, just to get the OC head.)
As others have pointed out, its either through carelessness or a desire to maintain the razor's resale value.I totally agree with you, why on earth would they leave a blade in it ?????
. . . BTW, when you're done shopping in an antique store, be sure to wash your hands on the way out. Who knows what kind of germs and bacteria might be lurking in the century-old grunge on most objects. Either use the store's restroom, or keep a small bottle of hand-sanitiaer in your car for moments like this.
You're probably right, but I can't help but feel somewhat contaminated after handling various trinkets and curios in an antique shop. Most of these stores have a musty, mildewy odor throughout, and I wonder what might be lurking in the corners and cobwebs and drawers of some items that might have sat in somebody's attic or garage for a hundred years before making its way to the antique store.I think that would most likely be dirt . . . same centuries-old stuff we walk on, that the old timers said we will eat a peck of in our lifetimes. Good news is that it cleans off with old-fashioned soap and hot water.
I would be more worried about the clerk that waits on you . . . the one with the runny nose who just sneezed all over the counter while you were emptying your wallet to complete the purchase . . . or the kid who just came out of the bathroom and grabbed the doorknob . . . those are worse than good-old dirt any day!
I'm not much of a germaphobe either but doors freak me out too. I hate bathrooms that have those stupid heated fans to dry your hands and no paper towels. Great for the planet, but how am I supposed to get out of the bathroom?!??You're probably right, but I can't help but feel somewhat contaminated after handling various trinkets and curios in an antique shop. Most of these stores have a musty, mildewy odor throughout, and I wonder what might be lurking in the corners and cobwebs and drawers of some items that might have sat in somebody's attic or garage for a hundred years before making its way to the antique store.
I'm not germaphobic in general, but I do have a fear of doorknobs. When I use a public restroom, I will always use a paper-towel to grab the door handle on the way out. And when I have to open an outside door by pulling on it, I will pull down my sleeve to cover my hand before I touch the knob. If it is a swinging door, I will push on it with my shoulder, not my hands. My co-workers have noticed this habit of mine and commented, laughed and joked about it, but let 'em laugh, I refuse to change this behavior. Doorknobs are nasty, disgusting things, and I refuse to touch them if I don't have to.
In places like that, I pull down my sleeve over my hand. Or you can use toilet paper. Or wait for the next person to open the door and catch it with your foot before it closes.I'm not much of a germaphobe either but doors freak me out too. I hate bathrooms that have those stupid heated fans to dry your hands and no paper towels. Great for the planet, but how am I supposed to get out of the bathroom?!??