Schlage (pronounced /ˈʃleɪɡ/ SHLAYG) is a lock manufacturer founded in 1920 by Walter Schlage in San Francisco. Schlage also produces high-security key and cylinder lines, Primus, Everest and Everest Primus XP. Schlage is one of the most popular brands of consumer and commercial locks in the United States.
The company was acquired by Ingersoll Rand in 1974, and remained an Ingersoll Rand subsidiary for nearly 30 years. Schlage is currently a subsidiary of Allegion, an Ingersoll Rand spin-off formed in December of 2013.
In May 2009, demolition began on the San Francisco headquarters of Schlage; though the original 1926 Spanish Colonial, designed by local architect William Peyton Day will remain, the rest of the Schlage headquarters is planned to become affordable, green housing.
Like many lock manufacturers, Schlage uses milled complex keyway shapes to mechanically prevent some non-OEM keys from entering or operating a lock. New keyway designs may be protected for a limited time by patent protection, which expires after a set number of years.
Schlage is a surname. Notable people with the surname include:
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