Years ago in Chicago I was asked to accompany
two dancers who were providing entertainment at
a business womens’ dance party given in a hall
of the YWCA. After the entertainment
the jukebox 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 jukebox 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 jukeboxes worked perfectly,
making the whole scene glamorous.