johnnydoom I do remember friends with curious orange wounds. My mom doused cuts with rubbing alcohol.
My dad was a barber in the 50's and did straight razor shaves. I don't think he had many boo boos but would occasionally nick a mole or something and it would bleed like crazy. He had a little medicine bottle on the back counter with a blood red liquid I think he called "old granny." He would dab that on a towel and touch it on the wound and it would seal the wound immediately even before the customer quit screaming. I think that one little bottle lasted his whole career.