Half my collection is pocket watches. Lots of decorated case backs. At the risk of overdoing it, I’ll only show a few. Some embossed, some engraved, some are mine, and some are from my archives. The square one is an Omega from the mid-1920s, and was sold in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, in a jewellery store that my late father worked in, at the time.
Nothing less than the epitome of horological chic. On a more serious note, how could I pass it up? It has assumed an honored place in the political wing of my collection, right next to my Spiro T. Agnew watch.
Forgive me pointing it out but the base line of the numeral 2 is similar in shape (to my eyes anyway) of the quiff of the watch's namesake.