We found it with three different chipped coats of paint and a lot of rust in the southwest. The man we got it from had images of it as a garden ornament when he bought it at a local auction, until he lifted it and realized how massively heavy it was. "What are you going to do with it," he said to me curiously.
— Well, to make books.
— Is that what it's for??
After dragging it up the stairs, cursing each one, we scrubbed the rust off, waxed the platens, shined up the brass nameplate, primed & painted it dark glossy blue-grey. Now we have to think of a name for him.