On the day that I celebrated my grandfather-in-law's 90th birthday, I oohed and aahed over this 1940s alarm clock. I loved its stout body, worn back, and cute face. But, the best part was its name -- Baby Ben.
After grandpa's passing, my mother-in-law sorted through his things and remembered how much I was charmed by the little old clock. A few days later, she gave it to me, I wound it up, and now it tick-tocks away on a shelf in my apartment.
Last but not least, the original ad that ran in the Saturday Evening Post. I love what you can find on the internet.