One of those made my grandmother the envy of her friends. No more washboard, and hand wringing. It didn't solve the problem of repeating the procedure, when the local refinery belched a cloud of sooty smoke.
While growing up in the fifties I remember that there was a washer much like that in a neglected corner of the basement, I don't recall ever seeing it used.
Back in the day when a wife would appreciate a washing machine as an anniversary present.(stolen from Walter E. Williams)
i have one
As a small kid, I ran my arm up to the shoulder in one of those ringers.Jesus..........hurt like hell.