from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n. An iron rod on which molten glass is handled when being shaped and worked. Also called pontil.
from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License
- n. A metal rod used in the glassblowing process. After a glass vessel has been blown to approximate size and the bottom of the piece has been finalized, the rod, which is tipped with a wad of hot glass, is attached to the bottom of the vessel to hold it while the top is finalized. It often leaves an irregular or ring-shaped scar on the base when removed called the "pontil mark".
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. See pontee.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. Same as pontil.
- n. An oval or circular dot or depression: a kind of ornamentation employed in glass-cutting.
Hickory, twirling colour into a glowing paperweight on the end of a slender five-foot-long steel rod called a punty iron, looked extremely relieved at my return from the races.
A punty - a steel rod with a small glass blob - aids the production.
Having pulled out one of the punty irons that I'd put to heat beside the active part of the furnace, Rose thrust it into the crucible - the tank - holding now white-hot glass, and drew it out, a reasonably sized gather, revolving it just speedily enough for it not to fall off onto the floor.
I held two punty irons with difficulty and transferred enough glass from one to the other to attach and shape a mane, but it hadn't the elegance necessary for Cheltenham.
Hickory finished his paperweight, spinning the punty iron down by his feet to cool the glass, being careful not to scorch his new bright trainers.
Hurting and helpless, he was in no immediate danger from Rose who chose to advance on me, holding the silvery black five-foot long punty iron loaded ready to strike if I didn't dodge fast enough.
Rose stopped smiling, loaded her punty iron with a white hot golf-ball sized end of glass and held it close to Hickory.
In Rose's hands a punty iron tipped with semi liquid glass had been literally a lethal weapon, and it had seemed to me that as it was me she was after, however weird and mistaken her beliefs, it was I who ought to stop her.
She turned again and again and finally began to tire enough with her blurring eyes for Worthington and Jim to reach my side and for Catherine to come up behind us, and for the four of us to grab Rose at high speed and immobilise her still slashing punty iron arm.
The carefree but complaining tone I used nonplussed Rose into lowering the tip of the punty iron for the moment.