Yes, ma'am I do. When I was a child I wanted to grow up and be able to use that tool. Our local department store had them and in the eyes of a child, it was a tool for the wise and professional sales clerk to use in her work to serve us, the customer. How disappointed I was to find that as a 30 year old with her dream job in a fabric store, that these gray exquisite tools of measurement no longer existed. Just a metal grove in a counter and a pair of scissors.
And yes, that 1940's and 1950's clerk pushed down the handle that made a little cut in the edge of the fabric that she then proceeded to rip. Ah, what a distinctive sound was made as she prepared the length of dry goods that had been requested. Her black, navy or brown dress that hid the strong arms of a quite farm maiden or hard scrabble city girl at work in the "posh" department store in Kalamazoo, Michigan.
Thanks for the memory of my childhood in mid-America.