This beautiful wood practice clavier by Virgil of New York still has its original paper guarantee label inside with a creation date of August 16, 1900. We love that they call the place of construction the “manufactory.” That’s a word that needs to come back. Alas, the warranty expired … in 1905.
As my great aunt, Amelia once said, “Good art is in the eye of the beholder until the financial appraisal.” But if something makes you happy, all the better. We’ve certainly got pieces for a variety of tastes, so put on your raspberry beret & come check ‘em out!
Humidity is rising. Barometer’s getting low. According to our sources, the break room’s the place to go. ‘Cause today is the right time. Time for craving your classic glugs. For the first time in history, it’s gonna’ start raining plastic mugs. IT’S RAINING PLASTIC MUGS. HALLELUJAH, IT’S RAINING PLASTIC MUGS. And my apology to the Weather Girls begins right now . . .
Usually, I’m pretty good at the “Guess This Internal Organ” game, but I’ll admit I’m stumped by this one. What’s cute on the model seen here is that the little blue vein looks like it’s trying to hold hands with the little red blood vessel, awwwww. From Bobbitt Laboratories (yikes). Give the gift that’ll keep ‘em guessing.
42939-1. There’s something very Miss Havisham about this piano—with lovely wood that must have been dazzling when new, and with its classical lyre-styled pedal mount, the grand old era from which it came remains visible despite the nicks and scratches of time. The story of the Erard company is as fascinating as its creations (really, Google it when you can), and if we’re reading the internal numeral correctly, this piece may be from between 1840 – 1875. Serial#: 14833. We also know that the German Schimmel company bought the Erard name in the 20th century.
46877-1. Always dreamed of the thrill of blow-drying your own wet hands the way the rich & famous do at the gas station? Or holding up a wet infant to a wall dryer the way Michael Keaton did in Mr. Mom? Well, now, my friend, all your dreams can come true. By World Dryer.
Husky Stadium, by Thomas Potter & Jim Daves. This great & hard-to-find book (it recently went out of print) makes a FANtastic gift for the die-hard Husky alum & sports fan in your life. Featuring stirring photography & stories. Each book is shrink-wrapped and in very fine condition.
Yes, it’s the drinking vessel that asks the mainly rhetorical question, “How the bleep did I get to be 40?” It’s not that we don’t know the answer; it’s that thinking about it causes no small amount of existential discomfort once folks stop carding you or including you in their complaints about kids today. Kind of like the first time some pimply kid calls you “Sir” or “Ma’am.” If you think only coffee’s going in here you’re nuts.
46921-1. Technically, this is called a Laerdal Airway Management Trainer, and he comes in his own case to avoid curious onlookers, but you can call him Clark, or Vitto, or Fabio, or Bubba or whatever your dream date name is; we won’t tell. Comes with a spare set of teeth, always great in a dream date.
$500.00 - $3,000.00 (oils). Pencil & charcoal works priced as marked.
We have a variety of striking framed artworks—most are oils but there are also works in pencil, charcoal, tempera, and ceramic tiles—signed “M. PROSSER” and “M.P. Allen,” and all attributed to the same artist—Margaret Prosser [nee Allen]. We know that the artist was born in 1913, was a professor at the University of Delaware, authored a book on ornamentation in Indian architecture, and passed away in 2007. Her style shows nods to American regionalism of the 1930s, Cubism, East Asian influences, and the works of Thomas Hart Benton and Andrew Wyeth, among others.
Regardless of where you fall on the great pop vs. soda terminology divide (sodapop, anyone?), we’ve now got you covered and then some. Customers have been asking for some type of drinks machine in the Surplus Store—we’ve heard you, and we are now happy to offer a vending machine that offers soda, pop, water, juice, and energy drinks. The vending machine accepts both cash and debit/credit cards. Automatic for the people, yo.
“Bucket” is perhaps too low-brow a word for a piece this attractive, but let me tell you: I’ve seen some surprisingly nice buckets in my day. I suppose you could say the style of this item is something like “Old French Farmhouse,” although what you’re meant to put into it I can’t imagine (wrapped candy gets my vote, followed by “hopes & dreams”). We cannot recommend it for fried chicken, however, but we have it on good authority there are other sources for those buckets of chicken. Extra points if you can imagine the B-52s exclaiming “TIIIIIIIIIIN ROOSTER … Bucket.” Measures 7”-square x 9”-high.
46954-4 and -3. Left: The Toto DUAMAX; right: by Sterling (no lid). Complaining girlfriends & spouses aside, a lid-less toilet can just be called a urinal, right? Anticipated response: NOT IN MY HOUSE, MISTER. Okay then: there are slots for installing a lid on the unit by Sterling. With regard to the fabulously-named Toto DUAMAX, any joke I’d feel inclined to make is already pretty much built-in to that name (but yes, it does sound like a command to a dog).