I rather think you will have to have been born in the first half of the last century to remember Stephens ink.
And along with the ink, will be fountain pens, inkwells, and those school pens which were no more than a knib, attached to a handle, and had to be frequently dipped in the inkwell.
Which in turn will bring back floods of memories of the ink monitor, and ink stains on books and clothes, and of course ink pellets, which were made from chewed up bits of paper soaked in ink and flirted across the room with the help of a ruler.
Few at school aspired to a fountain pen, which was a neat contraption, allowing you suck the in up into a small tube.
These were later replaced with ink cartridges, and did away with that powerful smell of ink which even now stays with me.
A world replaced by of biros and Word processed documents.
Location; the 1950s
Picture; Super Stephen, 1959, from the Eagle Comic, May 30, 1959, Vol. 10 No.22
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