I came in the house one day, all hot and sweaty and out of breath from running, and mom had a tall glass of icewater on the table next to her. I said, "Oh, can I have some of your water?" She said no. NO? I said, "But please?" and kept asking, and she finally handed over the glass. I was on my second or third gulp before I realized it was straight gin. (I don't blame her, she was a single mom raising five kids, but she could have warned me!)
I had Mary Jane SHOES. Never heard of the other.
All I see is a typewriter, but yes, I used one for almost my entire working career.