Years ago in Chicago I was asked to accompany
two dancers who were providing entertainment at
a business women’s dance party given in a hall
of the YWCA. After the entertainment,
the juke box was turned on so everybody
could dance: there was no orchestra
(they were saving money). However,
the goings-on became very expensive.
One of the arms in the juke box moved a
selected record on to the turntable. The
playing arm moved to an extraordinarily elevated
position. After a slight pause it
came down rapidly and heavily on the record,
smashing it. Another arm came into
the situation and removed the debris.
The first arm moved another selected record on
to the turntable. The playing arm
moved up again, paused, came down
quickly, smashing the record.
The debris was removed by the third arm.
And so on. And
meanwhile all the flashing colored lights
associated with juke boxes worked perfectly,
making the whole scene glamorous.