The White Shadow Dojo is a Martial Arts school run by Gwynne and David in western New York. This blog features information on our book "The Rhythm of One", our class offerings, a calendar of events, an edged weapons forum, articles on knife design, and a community space for the research and dissemination of Martial Arts. "Sometimes irreverant, often opinionated, always brutally honest."

Saturday, April 23, 2016

A New First Pattern FS


After only a few weeks wait time I received a package from the Egginton Group in Sheffield, UK.  I had ordered a First Pattern knife from them. This is a fairly new model from their custom shop, part of their “Collectable Knives” series.  First impressions are very favorable. The packaging was robust ensuring that it arrived in undamaged condition. Inside the shipping box was a finely appointed cardboard box which set the expectations that the knife inside would be equally as elegant. Indeed I was not disappointed. Inside the box is a paper wrapped booklet briefly describing the history of the cutlery firms which compose the Egginton Group. The booklet also included a certificate of authenticity. Now, let’s get on to reviewing the piece de’ resistance, the knife.
 
There are some anomalies, but only someone reasonably familiar with the World War Two version would probably notice. The nicely ground and symmetrical blade is one inch wide at the ricasso and seven and one quarter inches long. That is a trifle longer than most originals. It is approximately 3/16 inches thick. World War Two versions are a full ¼ inch thick and usually under seven inches long. Still the knife has a nice balance and heft to it. One thing I found ironic is the blade profile is closer to an X-dagger than a Wilkinson. The original specification calls for a blade with a straight taper from the guard to the tip. The ricasso, which is a little longer than normal, is nearly parallel sided, whose taper then increases to the tip. Unlike many originals this blade is sharp, a decided improvement.  I am especially pleased with the etchings on the ricasso. Both are typical of the World War Two originals with the exception of Joseph Rodgers replacing the Wilkinson name. Nicely done!

Handle and two inch wide “S” guard are both beautifully plated and traditional in form. The serial number of this knife is cleanly stamped on the upper surface of the guard. The sheath, the sheath is a breath of fresh air! After decades of complaining about crappy sheaths this one is superb. It is a very snug fit and has a lovely plated chape identical to the originals. Snap and strap retention is very nice too. Kudos to the sheath makers! WW-II knife top, Rodgers knife bottom.

Is it a perfect rendition? No, but my final assessment is that I am very well pleased with the knife, despite any of the minor anomalies listed.  It is perhaps one of the finest Factory- Made First Pattern knives since those made by the H.G. Long Company a few years back. It is destined to become a collector’s item based on the Joseph Rodgers mark alone. The only fault I would point out is the lack of definition in the region where the ricasso blends into the blade’s bevels. This is typical of a machine ground blade, although these may be hand ground.  It is a knife of excellent quality and the extra efforts taken in the finish and presentation of it make a very favorable impression.  Congratulations to the Egginton Group craftsmen for a job well done.


 
Somewhat as an afterthought I have added a few photos which compare the ricasso areas of an original and also a Paul MacDonald First Pattern and a Peter Parkinson (very early) first Pattern (middle) along with the Rodgers knife. The variations in original WW-II knives are almost as stark as these three modern knives exhibit. The two by MacDonald and Parkinson have thicker blades. With original WW-II First Patterns selling in the $2,000 range, knives by any of these makers; MacDonald, Parkinson or Egginton, are a bargain.
 

Tuesday, April 05, 2016

Ancient trail of elephant dung helps scientists unlock mystery

This shocking headline caught my attention. I immediately assumed it was about the Republican Party. But alas it was about another disaster of historical proportions. It was about Hannibal's amazing trek across the mountains with elephants to attack Rome. If I remember correctly only one elephant survived the crossing and it was from India instead of Africa.




But speaking of dead elephants, what are we true conservatives to think about a party that starts out with over a dozen contenders "impartially" supporting only one of them and he is eventually eliminated from the running. So now they are going to pick up their marbles (or trail of dung bits), go into their closet and pick a new candidate for us to vote for.


I  have been a registered republican all my life and I believe in conservative principals. It is too bad that the GOP, the conservative right no longer does. It is too bad that they are more concerned about sinking their own candidates than the true opposition on the left. But that is the pattern they set for the last two elections as well. What is going on? To these bozos the Party is more important than the country, more important than your vote or your opinion. They are going to tell us who we are going to vote for, whether we like that person or not, whether we even know who he is until the secret meeting in the closet is over.


Well screw them. I give the GOP the fickle finger of fate award. I raise my digit proudly in their direction and I will vote for Bernie or maybe write in a vote for Fidel Castro or Vladimir Putin, men who will do as they say in the bright light of day, not sequestered away in a dark closet. I have known for many years my vote means nothing, otherwise the great "hope and change" con artist would have never been in office. But I have always voted anyways since it is my right and it annoys them for you to do so. After all, they know better than you do who belongs in office. They play musical chairs with the nominees and remove all of the chairs but one. and when the music stops someone else is already sitting in the chair.


We have been fooled but we are not fools. We can see their filthy charades being played out right in front of our eyes. They are too brazen now to even hide their perfidy. As the old song goes:
"I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry, my dear
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Quick, send in the clowns
Don't bother they're here"

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