Finally I couldn't take it anymore...it had surely meant something to some kid eighty years or so ago. I figured it deserved another shot. I patched up what I could, Don Carver of Gettysburg PA helped install a new shoulder gear, new pick-ups, replaced the broken wiring. We agreed no restore...she'd earned her dents and scratches.
The old 1681 returns from the dead pile...the junk box is empty, and despite that I've got more in it than I could ever see, it feels pretty good.