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Marbles are small and easy to hide.

Yep, those are four nice Akro corkscrews in a harder-to-find color combination. Especially the two on the right that seem to have an extra blue strip. Or maybe it's a clear area. Hard to tell from photos. Nice.

Or you could try the alternative method, where you put an unopened can of sweetened condensed milk in a saucepan, add water, and boil for a certain amount of time (a while, as best as I remember). If it doesn't blow up, sending metal shrapnel all over the kitchen, you have an exquisite can of dulche y leche. I only got away with doing it once when I was a kid. The can didn't blow up but my mother did when she discovered my - - - science experiment.

Weird. A whisper of the word Bulgarian went through my mind at first glance . . . but I don't know. Doesn't look like any old one I'm familiar with. But that doesn't necessarily mean much.

Joining kbobam in thanking YellowMarble for introducing the runs here!

Wow . . .

More pics from different angles would help, but they sure look like Akro corks in my favorite color combination -- not exactly like a Lifesaver, which are more of a lime-y green, but edging over towards the turquoise end of things. For me they've been a little harder to find than regular Lifesavers. I may have a pic of some cullet I have like that. I'll go away and look. Thought I might have a pic of the new cullet, but I don't -- just a crummy little one of a piece I've had for a few years --

Bead?

Survivor! I forgot Survivor was on tonight! Thank you Steph --

Football.

What she said.

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Couple of Ravenswoods --

Akro didn't start with machine-mades until 1927, so they'd still be advertising hand-gathered ones in 1926. Probably just their own by then, but I certainly wouldn't swear to it . . .

I have one just like that. I think of it as my Akro moonie oddity. An escapee from Quality Control.

Hey Mon!

I wouldn't be surprised. I find bruises on my arms regularly from such surprise collisions with architectural features. I once gouged open my thigh (blood and all) on the corner of my desk's typing table, which I'd walked by, oh, maybe 896 thousand times . . . .

Nothing. In two separate instances some years apart I have managed to crack first one, then the other elbow, although only one had an actual separate sliver break off. It hurts for a while, then it stops hurting. Then comes the first time you forget and lean your elbow on something. It's OK to scream. People with cracked elbows do that for a while. My last episode was two years ago. I can lean on that elbow now without thinking about it much. My sympathies.

Keeper for sure. I have a small group of multi-colored "thready" ones kinda like this that are probably Alley, but none have their color distributions quite like it. Watch it be one of those crazy ones -- Heaton, Cairo, or something . . . Others (you know who you are) will know better than me - - -

Surely (don't call me Shirley) they were. But a lot of the players were grown-ups. Those ole Roly Hole guys in the annual Tennessee tournament (using hand-ground flinties) went over to Tinlsey a few years ago and won it, much to the good-natured horror of the Brits.

It squirts it out?

me too

Remember jungle gyms made out of metal pipe and fittings? Ours had the added interest of being installed on a bed of cinders. On any given day, you felt like you hadn't been to school unless you were bleeding somewhere . . .

It's close enough to a (very) few Alleys that I have . . . Don't think I've ever seen another so difficult to call. Obviously, it's very nice, Winnie, whatever it is -- Veiliglas, CAC, or Alley, or . . .