The box was roomy and luxurious, with very comfortable, self-adjusting seats, ash trays for each seat and drop tables for refreshments folded against the rail in front of them.  Their balcony position placed them about fifteen feet over the heads of the congregation and not more than a hundred feet from the altar.  In front of it a young priest was warming up the crowd, shuffling to the music and shoving his heavily muscled arms back and forth, fists clenched, like pistons.  His strong bass voice joined the choir from time to time, then he would lift it in exhortation: