Finally going to post this guy on TWDB, so I took a few glamour shots. It still needs a bit of work, and I may take a few more pictures when the lighting isn’t total crap, but for now here are some pictures of a very shiny 1916 Royal #10. If there’s ever a type-in in the NJ area I’ll haul it along.
Mr. Royal’s long exile in the shed is over! He has been allowed to stay in the house as long as he remains on good behavior. Another incident like last time though and my justice will be swift and merciless.
No, actually all the messy stuff is finally done so I can finish the last few things in blissful climate-controlled leisure. And I was getting really tired of having my nasty abused workbench as a backdrop for all of the pictures.
It fits right in on my desk, looking stunningly out of place between the computer screen and 3D printer. But it’s really the screen and printer that look out of place, compared to the timeless style and effortless grace of a fine piece of typing machinery. The Royal will still be in perfect typing condition in another hundred years with just a little periodic oil and dusting, while the others will have long been recycled and vanished without a trace, utterly forgotten.
If you find yourself in possession of a typewriter that’s so corroded and rusted and full of gunk it’s hard to tell what brand it may have been, sometimes you gotta get a little creative. But sometimes the sheer nastiness works in your favor.
Case in point, the keyboard on this damn Royal. For those of you who haven’t been following, it’s a 1916 Royal #10 which I have been obsessively restoring off and on for a few months. I finally got around to the keys, but the nickel plating is in such awful shape that a stiff wire-brushing with a Dremel is the bare minimum required to get them shiny again. However, this is a terrible idea: glass keys do not appreciate the violent attention of a bunch of metal wires spinning at high speeds. One inadvertent twitch and you’ve gouged permanent scratches in century-old glass. Not exactly a recipe for success.
Unless, of course, the keys are so completely caked in filth that they can take a few hits with a Dremel before getting down to the actual glass. The sheer disgustingness of this typewriter is its salvation: I don’t have to laboriously unclamp the key rings, refinish them, and reassemble (a project which would take weeks and much cursing) because I can wire-brush them with impunity. Any Dremel slippage will just take off a bit of the caked-on nicotine/skin cells/et cetera.
This machine’s horribleness is its salvation. It’s still a laborious, one-key-at-a-time, why-the-heck-would-anyone-do-this sort of process, but at the end I will have a typewriter with a shiny fresh keyboard and it will have taken an order of magnitude less time than if the keys had been slightly less nasty to start with.
Please don’t try this at home, kids – unless your typewriter is as filthy as this one. I’ve got a century’s worth of skin oil and tar and neglect protecting these keys but that’s not likely to be the case for too many others. Most that get this far down that particular road get tossed in the garbage. Which is a shame because there’s a perfectly good machine under all that, waiting for its chance to be useful again.
Trying to get the outdoors-required stuff done before cold weather really sets in: sanding, rust removal, paint work, polishing, et cetera. It’s not very glamorous or photogenic so I haven’t been posting much, but things are happening. The goal is to be able to move the Royal indoors so I can finish it up in comfort over the winter.
Lest you think I’m some kind of typewriter-abusing maniac, I work on things out in my shed. It has a roof and protection from the elements but only a tiny space heater for warmth. Not a problem for most of the year, but winter overwhelms the poor thing so it’s either bring my hobbies inside or let them sit until spring. So here I sit, frantically sanding down the final few pieces of metal that need refinishing while the temperature drops outside. Living on the edge, that’s me.
Here’s a quick shot of the Royal as it stands today. The keyboard remains a mess, the other side still needs re-pinstriping, and some of the parts you can’t see are sitting in a rust bath – but it looks pretty good from this angle. Types wonderfully too.
Sadly the Varityper will probably have to wait until spring, mainly because I have absolutely nowhere to work on that behemoth inside the house. I think it has its own postal code. Send fan mail to Varityper, PO Box 001, Varityper NJ. It’ll get there, believe me.
what do you do when you have to take like twenty tiny parts off of a big part so you can clean the big part, but are absolutely certain they’ll never make it back into the right places afterwards?
You bust out your grade school art skills and trace the Big Part, of course. In this case it’s the left-hand carriage plate of Mr. Royal, which you can see next to my sad artwork and perhaps understand why I needed to get at it. Yeah.
Anyway, then you tape your drawing to some cardboard and screw the tiny pieces into it wherever they belong. Bam, problem solved! If only I had some macaroni and white glue this thing would be perfect.
And in the less embarrassing activities category, I unexpectedly discovered something pretty cool lurking under the plating (such as it is) on the Royal’s lever arm.
That unassuming lever arm is actually a beautifully sculpted chunk of solid brass. After a few moments of “oh crap, this looks nothing like it’s supposed to, what am I gonna do?”, I decided to polish it up and see how it came out.
Very nicely indeed. Took easily twice as much sanding as the steel parts but it’s looking goooood. That handle is going to stand out and class up this baby even more.
So far I haven’t found any more brass in this typewriter except for one spot: the little tubey things holding one set of rollers. Nowhere else. It’s odd and totally random. Why there? Wear resistance? And if so, why not anywhere else?
It is a mystery that may never be solved. Partially because the designer of the Royal #10 took the secret to his grave a long time ago, and partially because nobody really cares.
Me, I’m just happy that one thing on this damn typewriter surprised me in a good way.
Now it’s time for a nap, then if we all behave, Show and Tell!
Yes, even the microscopic set screws get refinished and polished individually. They wouldn’t look right otherwise.
Meanwhile, work continues apace. I’m reconstructing the carriage as I finish each piece; not exactly in the recommended order, but very helpful for remembering where everything goes. Almost down to the main carriage rails so at that point I’ll be nearly ready to reattach it back to the typewriter’s body and stick stuff on piecemeal until it’s all done.
Sneak preview of the carriage. Making good progress the past few days. This poor Royal has no idea how lucky it is. Not bad for something that was thrown in for free as part of another deal, eh?