I have a fondness for stenciled signs.  This swell example, one of my all-time favorites, is in a fieldhouse around here that is part of the Chicago Park District. Every time we happen to be in that fieldhouse, which is only two or three times a year since it is not the one in our neighborhood, I go out of my way to find it and gaze upon it.  Partly I do that because, some day, someone is going to decide that this stencil is inappropriate and needs to go, and somehow a sander will be scared up and the end.  But also I look up this old beauty because I just plain love it – the deep brown wood, the very shiny varnish, the sensible warnings, and then that me too! little tail scolding along at the end.