OT (Must be over 65) Men's mags brass knucks

Found some old Argosy magazines of my Dad's from the 30's when he was a teen. I remember in the 50's seeing Stag and Saga on the newsstand shelf. Racy covers but the stories usually were disappointing. Were brass knuckles advertised there, or were they black market or home made?

Brass knuckles were not black market, but you had to know where to look. I'm sure a few were homemade. I do remember seeing them advertised in the back pages of magazines but don't remember which magazines. Maybe some magazines that were hunting and fishing related?

I never had any. Never thought I wanted any.

When I was in junior high school, there were a few "Fonzie" type hoodlums in the school (well, the Fonz wasn't really a hoodlum but these guys looked like the Fonz). Anyways, word was that some of them had brass knuckles, pretty intimidating for me. I stayed out of their way in the halls when classes were changing. We had an older principal maybe approaching 70, Ralph Pritchard .... well most of the kids were scared of the hoods but not old Ralph. He kicked arse pretty good and those guys avoided him like the plague, good old Ralph !!!

According to my Ky. CCDW license training, brass knuckles are on the list of "deadly weapons".

Seems I remember seeing them advertised.

Brass knuckles, switch blades, various questionable weapons.

Was never interested enough to try ordering any of it, always suspected if you sent them your money you would probably never get anything. What are you going to do, go to the police?

I have seen brass knuckles for sale recently though. Display cases in convenience stores, swap meets, flea markets, even Ebay.

Guess if you call it a paper weight, it's legal to sell them.

During Depression Pop managed a pool hall, and took a set of iron knuckles away from some guy. Still have them.

I’be seen brass knuckles advertised on websites that specialize in swords, medieval type weapons and in some catalogs. I have some lead knuckles I found years ago with a metal detector, very odd thing to find.

For my Sophomore and Junior years in HS, we had a principal that was a big, no-nonsense type of guy. He was also a PHD, rare in 1965, and a fair and honorable man. He was principal at our small town HS for only two years before moving on to big city schools.

Once, while I was in Geometry class, there was a commotion in the hall. I was seated in a spot where I could just barely see what was going on.

As in all schools, we had our share of "tough guy" kids. One was commonly called Peanut. He had slipped a couple of years and was probably about 18 at the time, though still a Sophomore. He drove a Studebaker to school when a freshman. He was one of the guys that you tried to befriend and stayed away from if you could not. He was a trouble maker in school

Leaning as far as I could to the left to see what was going on, I saw The Man holding Peanut up against the lockers with his left hand, his right fist held back ready to strike. Peanut's toes were just touching the floor.

I remember The Man saying something like: "It's your move, boy. What's it gonna be?

Peanut never caused any more trouble at school.

Today, of course, the principal would be fired and Peanut's parents would collect $$$ after the school board settled the law suit with taxpayer funds.

Dean

Great story Dean ..... maybe old man Pritchard kept at the profession and moved down south ..... ha! Yeah, some of that old fashioned discipline could be useful these days but frowned upon by many.

In NJ a slingshot is considered a deadly weapon. You would need a firearms card to legally buy one. Or just go to a flea market and find one on a table. Crazy.

When I was in high school all the men teachers were straight out of world war 2. They did not put up with anything. I was in algebra class as a junior when our teacher was called out of class for a few minutes. Naturally we all began to talk loudly and Mr. Mason who taught math next door came to our classroom and told us to quiet down. As he was walking out the door my buddy Pat flipped him off just as Mr. Mason took a final glance over his shoulder. What came next wasn't pretty. Smacked and punched pretty much sums it up. Pat told his parents he got jumped in a pool hall after school to explain the abrasions. Ellis

My dad had some steel nuckles, my brother was fascinated by them. I don’t know what became of them.
Elmo

?The Crusher and Dick the Bruiser? got them out of their
wrestling tights about once a month back in the day.

I have some iron/steel knuckles given to me by an uncle, who as a young boy found them by an old house out in the country near where I grew up.
Since my uncle was born in 1908, it's safe to say these knucks are at least 100 years old. They appear to be too small for the average man of today: they won't go past my knuckles, but then, I'm not sure they're supposed to. Maybe they were supposed to be used on the from of the hand rather than the back.

I also suspect that because the palm 'pad' is so narrow, the 'hitter' might regret a hard, well-placed punch almost as much as the 'hittee'.