>>Remember the Rolls Razor ? My uncle had one. Never understood how it worked.
Vividly. A fellow recruit had one and used to drive us crazy in the barrack room with its infernal clacking. The blade was sharpened by stropping it vigorously back and forth in a metal box lined, I suppose, with leather. The blade flipped over at the end of each stroke, ready for the next one. The box measured about 6"x3"x1".
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