Not my finest moment...
When the boss used to tell this amusing yarn later, he always said that the best part was coming into the tent to find out what had happened to the music, only to find an angry Red Indian pulling the Panatrope apart, determined to fix it so he could have music for his act.
Dad got the blasted thing going. And I was retired in favor of someone who had enough electrical intelligence to check whether or not the speakers were still plugged in.
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