At least it makes no pretense of being anything but a musical interlude dragged in by the scruff of its neck to illustrate the devastating effect upon the public of some anonymous young busybody's question about the workings of a three-valve sax horn. Like the "March of Time," it preserves in film the stark record of a social phenomenon—in this case, the conversion of a song hit into a plague, like Japanese beetles or chain letters."
At least it does not attempt to be anything but a musical interlude pulled in by the scruff of its neck to illustrate the devastating consequences on the public of some anonymous young busybody's question about the workings of a three-valve saxophone horn. Like the "March of Time," it documents in film the stark reality of a social phenomenon—in this case, the metamorphosis of a song hit into a plague, similar to Japanese beetles or chain letters.