I'm sure it was called a "Mangle" and don't know if that was a brand name or some washer woman's version of what it did to her fingers. Some of the "rich" homes had it for their maids, or at least that was the tale told in my childhood.
Seems that it would be good right now since I'm still washing masses of fabric bought at a quilting guild's yard sale yesterday and today. My feet hurt, I've stood on them so long ironing each piece of fabric. I'm sure that later I'll love them again, after I put my feet up and rest!