Just beat it, beat it, beat it... Doncha wanna just eat it? Yeah, I can't sing. This is a state of the art 1890s kitchen aid. Otherwise known as Grandma's Egg Beater. I can remember standing on the stool next to Grandma Girgenti (Geez, she was about 4 foot tall and I was still looking up at her, so I must have been pretty young at that point) mixing the flour for something. At the end, there was flour all over me, Grandma and the rest of the kitchen.
I showed my machinist son this poor bent Starrett No 161-C clamp a while back. He immediately fell to his knees and burst into tears. He demanded to know where I had found it. And, after a thorough search of the area, began to attempt to pull fingerprints, and run dna samples through our home dna lab (no, that is not a thing). "There is no reason on earth to abuse such a beautiful clamp! No reason at all!" he stormed. Hm. Machinists. What are ya gonna do?