Thanks for that link, maahey! Refreshed my memories of days long gone. I was about six-years-old when I was first given my name in hot lead....and it was hot!
I later days I got a bit smarter - my family being a newspaper family I was put wise to a few tricks. i.e. : when I went to work as a reporter I did not lean over the blocks of type to see if it was infested with "type lice" and get squirted with printer's ink as the case was locked!
Nor did I go out looking for a left handed monkey wrench!
By the 1940s even the dumbest newcomer realized there was no such thing as "a bucket of steam."
By the way, printer's ink couldn't be washed off! You had to wait for it to fade away.
Ah, the good old days.