![]() You may install and use an unlimited number of copies of a Tension Type Free Font. ![]() This Tension Type Free Font is free to use in any and all of your personal and commercial work.Ī donation is much appreciated, but not necessary (donations may be done through PayPal to: No donation is too small. It was sitting on the curb.By downloading and/or installing a Tension Type Free Font you agree to this licence: Listening to “70s Fun” gives me almost unaccountable pleasure and gets my mind wheels turning – what was the crime Mama Pajama witnessed? One of the very funniest songs on the playlist is “You’re So Vain” – which is overplayed (I seem to encounter it every time I’m at the grocery store) and thus not fully appreciated for its sly, rueful humor. Scientists say that listening to music of your youth activates dormant neural pathways. The only thing keeping me sane while I dig in the clay is my “70s Fun” playlist. I am hating this project and think wistfully of the cool darkness of the garage where my queue of typewriters sit. It is slow, hot work in the heat of the Virginia summer – the red Virginia clay is like cement: Now that the pipe has been replaced, it is my job to go out and re-seat the sod. Fortunately my husband and I got the new pipe in before the Deluge of the Century – three to four inches fell in just an hour. What could the obstruction be? Tree roots, pipe collapse, small garden gnome? We pulled the old pipe out and discovered that it had silted up – the old pipe was perforated and had no protective sock. The sump drain pipe wasn’t flowing as it should, and we had problems snaking it. Which brings me to another project I have been working on with my husband: replacing about 50 feet of sump drainage pipe that had silted up. I want to look deep into Underwood’s heart and see if I can understand him any better. People who tinker with typewriters dislike working on Underwood portables of this era. Lurking in the Facebook Antique Typewriter Maintenance Group I have come to find that I am not alone in thinking this. Would that Underwood had made their portables as easy to work on as their standards. ![]() Would that all typewriters were like old Underwood standards. They had well-documented guides, accessible innards, wide open spaces. The old Underwood standards I have worked on have been true joy. Well, unfortunately I can’t find a service manual for a 1950s Underwood portable. Someone else might decide at this point to remove the carriage, but there’s no flippin’ way I am taking off that carriage. The platen screw needs a 4-spline Bristol wrench – which I don’t have: I thought, well, let’s pop out the platen and see if I can see anything underneath the platen. I longed for a Royal or Smith-Corona portable set-up where everything hangs out: Everything was hidden behind an interior frame. Even with all the body panels off, I could not see the escapement. I thought that his sliding carriage issues were related to a dirty/gummy escapement which I’ve seen before, so I patiently cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. He was very dirty-which I find provocative in a typewriter. When I first brought him home, I took the Underwood out to workshop and stripped him down. I was spending too much time trying to make him behave, but I think I’m over him. He’s full of secrets, requiring special tools and super-human patience and abilities to unlock him. This Underwood portable is a handsome bad boyfriend: easy on the eyes, but difficult in all sorts of aggravating ways. I was looking for a long-term relationship, but this Underwood just can’t stay in one place. I picked up this bad boy at Herman’s last jamboree (you meet all sorts) and brought him home. He’s a slippery fellow, unable to settle down. ![]() Specifically, he can’t commit to a single place on the carriage rail. This is his good side in side serratus and biceps pose: Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love-a muscle-bound mash-up of Steve Reeves, Elvis, and a ’56 Ford Thunderbird. Gold accents! He’s living large – the embodiment of industrial designer Raymond Loewy‘s quip: “The loveliest curve I know is the sales curve.” He’s so handsome! Underwood flexes for us and displays the bulging muscles of America’s postwar abundance. Look at this 1956 Underwood De Luxe Quiet Tab, serial number AA2633478.
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