“Can someone tell me what this was used for.The only marking is Sterling.”

Everyday, our readers submit photos of the beautiful antiques they come across. Occasionally, we see an item that has us puzzled, so we turn to you for help! Take a look at the following sixitems, and see if you can identify all of them. And as always, thank you for sharing your photos!

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