I kept (it) because it didn’t bind up so much.

Almost every tool manufacturer on the planet has competition. For every $50.00 screw driver on the market, (Yes, this DOES seem exorbitant to me.) there are a thousand $5.00 knock-off coming from another country. Sure the expensive one was hand crafted, has a fine hardwood inlay, brass fittings and a hardened tip, but only someone who uses it for their work every day might see the value in this. 

The same can’t be said for all tools though. Some tools look and feel right to laymen and tradesmen alike when they are used for the very first time. Ask Milton Waddams, he knew a good product when he saw it, and he stuck by it as well.

Some time ago I ended up with a US Navy surplus, battleship grey, World War II era stapler. This object, a stout two pound lump of cold hardened steel, with color coordinated rivets, is about as overbuilt as a similar era bomb shelter. With heft, simplicity of design and remarkable functionality, this everyday office item is about as necessary a tool as you’ll find in the world of paper pushing. After 60 years of desk use, from the high-action, large-stack stapling world of the US Navy’s cold war bureaucracy, to the less “staple happy” world of my office desk, this simple item has never failed to perform its’ prescribed duties with aplomb. Never any bound staples, no snapped plastic parts, not even a staple tray cover that flipped open with the ease of Kirk’s communicator, tossing a mass of unspent staples across the room. It was built for one purpose, to staple when asked and to sit on the desk looking stout and defiant until asked to repeat the task. Other tasks could have been to hold down papers in gail forced winds, to act as an exercise weight for a Pilate’s class, or to be used as a shovel to aid in a breakout from a cement cell. 
So MANVIL‘s hat is off to the builders of patent No. 2,603,781. Here’s to the stapler made at Long Island City 1, N.Y.. In a world where keeping things together appears to be a dying art form, you have proven yourselves the champions of your realm. And that is something the jealous b*tch from accounting can’t take from you. 


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