I rescued this pen staff (it’s just one; I rotated it so you could see the whole graphic on the staff) as the Kingsport Inn was being demolished. A buddy and I, we both lived downtown, went over one evening to explore the building. It was partially razed, but the lobby and some of the rooms were still accessible. There was no security that we saw. We wandered around and looked at stuff. I remember finding a room rate card, but it’s been lost in one of many transitions.
To use this, one would insert a steel nib, dip the pen in an inkwell, and sign your name with a scratchy flourish, or not. Really, casual handwriting has hardly improved.