More on the Revolver Front

First of all: New look. Have had so many folks linking to me it was time to at least partially reciprocate, antisocial tendencies notwithstanding.
Sorry, the Highlanders are gone, probably to return, I like the pic too much to dump it entirely.
The new one is for the benefit of all you French bashers. It's, obviously, a photo of a "French 75" in action with the crew in gas masks. This was the world's first fast firing field piece and is universally agreed to be the wars best. It's the gun the Americans used when they arrived near the war's end.
Up until the Somme offensive in summer of 1916, half the war, the French had held all but 80 miles of a 450 mile front. The remaining bit was divvied up between Belgium and Britain.
In January of 1916, the new Chief of the General Staff of the German Army, General Erich von Falkenhayn told the Kaiser that if the Germans attacked Verdun, strategically useless but symbolically important to the French, they could "bleed the French white". He added his own assessment that three Frenchmen would die for every German.
Well, 10 months later, after the longest battle of the war was concluded, the final score was (roughly - this was the first war. The Ypres Salient alone contains 40,000 unrecovered bodies in a space of less that 40 square miles):
French: 377,200 dead
Germany: 337,000... Gosh, Erich...sorry, best laid plans and all that.
To conclude my bashing of the Frog bashers (sorry, Kevin. I can't help myself), the "surrender monkeys" that everyone was so glib about back in the "freedom fries" period, had at the time of their capitulation to Hitler, been invaded 3 times in the space of 80 years, by the same psychotic Prussians.
Business at hand: I was so taken with the Smatchet of an earlier post that I've decided to add it to the "product line". You can find it here. I'm afraid there'll be a bit of a delay as there is one already paid for that I haven't finished yet, but they are forthcoming.
My plan was to move forward from the Webley Fosbery of 1900 and further explore the whole top-break pistol concept but the WF can wait for a later date. Pictured is my lad, Bad-Assed Bob, aged 7. Take a good look. He got a mohawk today (!) and he don't look like that no more. Bob loves to shoot and he's holding his favorite gun. It's the first pistol I ever bought and although it's not the "favorite" for me it does hit everything I point it at.
It's a Harrington and Richardson, 9 shot, 22 revolver. I was dim on the whole handgun subject when I bought it. All I knew was that I didn't want an automatic because there's that nagging "Oh shit, I just shot myself because I forgot there was a round in the chamber" problem. I also just love the pure Newtonian simplicity of the revolver
action. It's like a turntable vs a CD player but that's another argument. Anyway, I picked a winner. Even though there's not much "collector interest" it's an awesome little smoke wagon. The collector issue always cracks me up. In the tool world, especially hand planes, the most valuable are those tools that didn't sell well, that were, dare I say it, pieces of shit back in the day. I don't get it.
Following up is a pic of the item itself. After that, two advertisements, one from 1964, which shows the identical pistol and another from 1933.