The marathon of holiday events that stretch from Thanksgiving to New Year’s is pounding along, and I am gamely holding my own. Others may drop out from exhaustion; but I am a solid long-distance runner, and I will win this holiday season. To that end, I hosted a Holiday Typewriter Open House.
Party On
In mid-October, I attended the Typewriter Jamboree at Herman’s in West Virginia. This is my third time there, and I get so much out of it. I had a really good time re-connecting with those I’ve met before, meeting new typewriter people, geeking out over interesting typewriters and repairs, laughing my fool head off over typewriter-related antics. Really, where else would you get all that kind of typewriter-related fun?
Platen Regeneration: Remington Portable #2
A fellow typospherian entrusted this 1925 Remington Portable #2 to me. It looked pretty good from a distance with nice decals and intact paint, but it had seen some action:
You’re So Vain: 1956 Underwood De Luxe Quiet Tab
Look at this 1956 Underwood De Luxe Quiet Tab, serial number AA2633478. He’s so handsome! Underwood flexes for us and displays the bulging muscles of America’s postwar abundance. Gold accents! He’s living large – the embodiment of industrial designer Raymond Loewy‘s quip: “The loveliest curve I know is the sales curve.”
Freak Out: Remington Portable No. 1
Last week, I got a text from a local typospherian about a couple typewriters that needed a clean-up and fix. Was I interested? Of course!
A Makeshift Paper Mache Cover for a Consul 232
Some time ago I pulled out my Rheinmetall to type up some stuff, and I said to myself, “How sweet it is!” The typing was perfect. I love the way this thing rolls – serious surfin’ swagger.
Grist for the Mill from Herman’s
Last weekend, I drove out from DC to West Virginia to attend the Spring Typewriter Jubilee at Herman’s. About 50 typewriter enthusiasts were getting together, and how could I say no to that kind of good times energy?
Crushes and Crushed Lettera
I have some messy hobbies that junk up the house, and one of them is amateur typewriter repair. Some people garden or crochet, but I enjoy the sweet thrill of finding the fix that makes a broken typewriter sing again. I try not to collect typewriters, but a few have worked their way into my heart.
The Regal Royal and a Broken Typebar
The other morning my husband spotted my dear neighbor Connie standing silently, patiently outside my front door with a Royal 10 in her arms. She had carried the machine up the street from her house despite the fact that it weighs a full third of her body weight. The Royal 10 had been in the family and no one wanted it (!), so she hauled it up the block to my home for unwed typewriters. I haven’t lived here long, but the neighbors are already on to me, familiar with my strange quirks and enthusiasms.
A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again (Probably)
A few weeks ago I had the run of the house while my husband and daughter were out of town, so I conducted a science experiment that involved dunking a very rusty typewriter in a citric acid bath.
Make Mine Pink: Smith-Corona Super-Sweet
There was so much orange, gummy residue in this S-C Silent-Super that I got from Ebay a couple weeks ago. I think it was old WD-40. The escapement (and carriage rails, margins, shift lock, space bar) responded to a good cleaning with mineral spirits, but the typebars required a lot of work. I searched my mind, but I don’t think I have ever come across as sticky a typewriter as this one. The typebars were gummy not only in the segment but at many other tight pivot points. Some keys were sticking in the sublever segment, and some were gummy at the clevis connections. Others (I think) were sticking in the key guide comb. I also had a couple type slugs that had little corrosion burrs that caused them to stick in the typebar guide. I cleaned up the sides of the affected type slugs with some steel wool.
The mineral spirits I buy in Virginia seems to be a more aggressive formulation than the gentle, forgiving mineral spirits I get in California. I have to be very careful to keep these Virginia mineral spirits away from any painted surface.
After de-gumming the mechanics, I removed the Silent-Super’s tangled drawstring from its guts. I made the new drawstring from heavy duty waxed thread. I didn’t have the little hook end for the drawstring, so I just made a knotted loop and tightened it down at the anchor point at the right end of the carriage.
I used the Robert Messenger method of drawstring attachment and pre-wound my mainspring before I attached my drawstring to the mainspring. However, I just saw a very interesting Phoenix Typewriter video that demonstrates a Smith-Corona mechanism that allows you to wind the mainspring after you attach the drawstring. You learn something new every day !
The tabbing mechanism was still halting and sluggish. I wiped down all the pivots points I could see, but it was still slow on tabbing. Fortunately I had Ted Munk’s Smith-Corona Floating Shift Typewriter Repair Bible. This repair manual is also available as a PDF download. After reading through the section on the tabulator, I found the buried spots I had neglected to clean with mineral spirits. After a good clean, tabbing was fast and smooth.

This service manual is also available in PDF format. I like the hard-copy books that I can paw through with my grimy hands.
The uppercase/lowercase alignment was a little off. The lowercase letters were printing a wee bit high.
I referred to Ted Munk’s post about making vertical alignment adjustments on segment shift typewriters. Phoenix Typewriter also has a very good Youtube video on making the adjustments.
I used a 3/16″ nut driver to loosen the lowercase lock nut and turned the adjustment screw a bit with a teeny screwdriver.
Whoops! Wrong way! It’s going up higher. Other way, other way. That’s better.
I tightened down the lowercase lock nut and it’s all good.
Here’s a parts diagram for the Silent-Super that I snagged from a 1958 Silent- Super/Sterling/Clipper manual in Richard Polt’s typewriter manual archive:
I removed the platen to clean it and all the bits around it which were still very sticky and furry from congealed something-or-the-other.
Removing the platen is pretty easy on this type of Smith-Corona portable. Joe Van Cleave has a good Youtube video describing the features of a S-C Silent. At about 11:30 in the video, he demonstrates how to pop out the platen.
- Lift the paper bail
- Tilt back the tab cover
- Pull out the variable line spacer on the left platen knob
- Press the platen release latch forward
- Lift platen out
I cleaned the gummy residue from the platen, rubber bail rollers and feed rollers with denatured alcohol.
Pinkie’s outer skin was still pretty rough. She had lots of surface rust and bare metal.
I used diluted Scrubbing Bubbles to gently clean the pink paint. I was worried that it would remove paint, so I tested in an unseen spot in the back. It removed gray grunge but no pink paint.
Here’s a photo on my work bench after I had cleaned her backside. The machine arrived from Ebay with a gray, grubby cast, but a careful cleaning slowly revealed her bright pink flesh.
Pinkie’s pink paint was very bright, but she had some major dings. I primed bare metal spots, and I made up an acrylic paint mixture of various pinks for paint touch-up. It was tricky because the pink was not uniform in color over the typewriter: salmon here, coral there, dusty rose over there.
I made very conservative, respectful paint touch-ups. This Silent-Super is a Smith-Corona Super-Sweet:
Old Pinkie has lost a lot of her grungy, corrupt toy vibe. However, I “kept it real” with this clean-up, so she still has her charming smattering of corroded freckles.
X Over It has a nice collection of Smith-Corona portable advertisements. Pinkie’s color is officially called “Coral Pink”. In 1957, Silent-Supers’ list price was $129.00. If you convert that to 2019 dollars, that’s about $1160.00. That sounds like a lot, but I know that I spent more on computers in the early 1990s that are now considered e-waste. Hello, 386/33 with a whole 4Mb of RAM!
Pinkie gets along great with her blue S-C Sans-A-Tab brother. Maybe I can rent out my pink and blue Silent-Supers to people throwing gender reveal parties. Typewriters seem safer than involving alligators.
I have a pretty collection of colorful Easter eggs sunning themselves on the bookshelf.
Sing it, Pinkie:
Old Pinkie the Smith-Corona Silent Super
In our dining room, we have a framed artifact from a simpler time.
This is Old Pinkie. It started out as a Halloween costume and was worn every day for several months in 2005/2006. Here is Old Pinkie in late December 2005.
It was about 50 degrees and foggy, so my daughter is wearing Old Pinkie and flip flops. Contrary to the opinion of every grandmother out there, going coatless and wearing the same ballerina costume every day are not life or death situations.
We framed Old Pinkie because it serves as a reminder of the limits of power when faced with a wily, tenacious, and vocal adversary.
Welp, there’s a new Old Pinkie in town: a 1956 Smith-Corona Silent Super, serial number 5T 416581X.
Last week both my husband and my daughter were out of town, so I had the whole house to myself for a few days.
I conducted a science experiment in the garage. More about that in a future post.
I thought that having the run of the place was going to be a lot more fun than it was, but I was at loose ends without the customary structure to my days. I binged-watched Russian Doll, finished off a bag of marshmallows for dinner, and trolled eBay.
I found an Art Nouveau beast at eBay that I really, really wanted, so I put it on my Christmas wish list.
Also on eBay, I found this SC Silent Super that I impulsively, guiltily bought. What a honey. This is my kind of typewriter: one that looks like it will involve many pleasant hours of tinkering and cleaning.
It came with a “Holiday” case:
I had no idea you could remove the metal fastening frame from the case, but you just push the frame release lever to the right and lift it out. This is going to make cleaning so much easier.
Here’s a Godfrey’s Fix-it Shop (Seattle, WA) price list from September 1969:
It looks like rotisserie repair was more lucrative than typewriter repair at that time.
The typewriter itself was impressively dirty, full of orange gunk and hair. Touching it left me sticky and hairy.
The drawstring was snapped and twisted around the mainspring.
None of the keys moved initially, but I got the letter T to type. I pulled left on the carriage to see if the escapement would advance, but no go.
Underneath, all the dogs and rockers and wheels and springs and whatnot were paralyzed in orange congealed goo – perhaps this typewriter was the victim of WD40?
I did a quick wipe down with mineral spirits and manually worked the escapement until it was springy and responsive. The carriage began to advance when I hammered the letter T.
This Old Pinkie is going to be just fine. I have another Silent Super to refer to if I run into problems:
To be continued.
Diamonds and Rust: Royal 10 Times Two
Ah, Spring. I think it was Tennyson who wrote, “In the Spring a young woman’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of typewriters in the garage.”
High Quality Analog Leisure – The Return of the Olivetti Lettera
Last week I got a desperate “help needed” text message from J. As you might recall from a previous post, J. is a typewriter enthusiast who lives in Northern Virginia. She teaches 4th grade art and has begun integrating typewriters into her classroom. I had fixed up a rusty Underwood-Olivetti Lettera 22 for her and she has been using it for journalling. It has become her most favored typewriter because of its touch and light weight. Unfortunately, the drawstring snapped last week and she was devastated.
Typewriter Jamboree at Herman’s
My brain is kind of pickled by pop culture and the internet, so in my failing state, I made this. I apologize for acting like somebody’s mom who just discovered memes:
I had to do it; her look of knowing approval just kills me.
The big Typewriter Jamboree (AKA the 11th Annual Chestnut Ridge Typewriter Rendezvous hosted by Herman Price AKA Hermanpalooza) was last weekend. Before I set out for Herman’s on Friday, I packed up a couple donations for Wordplay Cincy: a real nice Olympia SM3 and a Lettera 22 with script typeface that I bought in North Platte, Nebraska. The Lettera was very sticky and had the gummy escapement problem that causes the carriage to slide willy-nilly, so I did quick clean.
I hit the road on a beautiful fall day and headed west out of DC.
Into the mountains I went:
I reached Morgantown, WV and then made my way to Herman’s where Friday arrivals were to congregate. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect.
Good grief – the party was already rocking and rolling Friday afternoon. Porta-Potties at the ready.
This is a beautiful Oliver 9 rehab in fire-engine red:
In the evening I headed out into Morgantown proper which is a nice little college town with a very happening nightlife:
I saw a manhole with my favorite exasperation exclamation. It is frequently heard coming from me, bent over a typewriter:
Saturday dawned chilly and gray. The rain started.
It got muddy. Like Woodstock, but with less LSD.
Fortunately we had a huge tent for presentations and vats of hot coffee (courtesy of Mrs. Price who deserves a medal for Extreme Hostessing Skills)
Herman formally welcomed us with jokes. He is very funny – his comedic timing is pro-level.
And then came the presentations: Typewriter First Aid using the gun technique which I ate up. It was so good – I picked up a bunch of good ideas.
The Brumfield clan brought a slew of typewriters – many from the Magdalinski Collection of South Bend , IN. Brian B’s presentation on the incredible work his family did in saving many of the typewriters in the collection was riveting.
I didn’t know much about Royal electrics, but I came away with a new appreciation of them after Ian B’s presentation. Some of these pictured are extremely rare.
There was a typewriter beauty contest:
Number 88, the Pittsburgh won:
A lot of people came with business cards. I’ll have to make up some for myself.
I talked typewriters with people all day Saturday until I was hoarse. I picked up so many excellent tips on typewriter repair and cleaning. It was a novel feeling, talking typewriters with people equally passionate about the crazy things. There were so many typospherian rock stars in the flesh at the gathering – I felt a bit shy. I was thisclose to asking for pictures with them, but I chickened out.
Saturday evening, mid-sentence in a discussion about Smith Corona 5 series, I felt the abrupt onset of overwhelming exhaustion. A career introvert, the day had got the best of me and I cratered. I slunk back to the silence of my hotel room to recover and work through the conversations of the day.
I had to leave early Sunday morning, so I missed the speed typing contest. However, other attendees posted pictures of the Jamboree on the Facebook Antique Typewriter’s Collectors group page.
Resolutions for next year at Herman’s
- Plan better so that I can stay for Sunday’s events
- Talk to all the people I didn’t get a chance to pester this year
- Get pictures with people
- Bring business cards with contact information
- Encourage Herman to open his swimming pool (just kidding!)
Early Sunday I returned to the DC area – a light early snow blanketed the mountains.
I came back with three delightful junkers that were essentially freebies: two Royal 10s and a LC Smith No. 8, all with “issues”.
The L.C. Smith No. 8 is a pretty early one, serial number 278424-8. It’s a 1916 which would make it the earliest No. 8 at TWDB.
Side note: Typewriter Database Version Epsilon is looking pretty snazzy! It’s so nice to have the mobile and desktop versions united.
The L.C. Smith was rusted solid – boat anchor/doorstop condition. I blew out the crud and doused it with PB Blaster penetrant and left it to reek quietly in the garage while I unpacked.
When I came back, I gently tried to move the carriage. It moved with crusty squeaks. With patience and petroleum-based penetrants, I gently freed the stiffened parts. Using my hands and a soft touch, I delicately tried to move the rust-frozen parts that should move: typebars, ribbon vibrator, universal bar, sublevers, carriage return, back space. I got the letter “T” moving. The slug met the platen, there was a ba-dump as the escapement did its thing, and the typewriter moved a space.
Here’s the “T” and space bar working it:
Now that I am sure that the LC Smith can type, I want to clean it thoroughly. I wish I could do the kind of work that Words Are Winged does – he’s amazing. I may do a careful Evapo-rust/cleaning dunk if I can get the keys and platen off. The platen is soldered on (!) Someone lost the screw and decide to affix the sliding platen holder with a blob of solder. Oh well. Onward.
*Postscript to Anne ’88: drop me a line at the email address below so I can come pick up your typewriters.
























































