Yes he did leavingtracks, and I thought of that as I decided not to put the billboard up. He was a talented and intelligent man and I wonder if he would have smoked two packs a day, as he says in the ad, had he known what we know today. See the very last comments below, by the way.
I decided to make them with photos on foam-board to give them realistic depth. Hard to do better with tiny details like that than a miniaturized photo. I did several Google image searches and found these two among five 1950's style cigarette machine I downloaded. I sized them properly and printed them out, then rubber cemented them to foam-board, cut and painted the sides, etc. Yes, its cheap and fast - but they look good, certain good enough considering the closed is about 28 inches from the layout edge.
I ran into a dilemma. Where do I put these. They have to be outside, so you can see them, but they must be under a porch or other awning: I don't think folks put cigarette machine out in the rain, did they? It turned out to be a challenge to find places to put them. I wanted one outside my diner - that seems a natural place so I had to make this awning over the entrance: previously it had one that barely covered the door.
The porch of the Indian Trails Motel, which is all foamboard itself, seemed a natural place, too. This working girl is asking that nice gentleman if he can spare the change for a pack of cigarettes.
The general store might have one machine. It looks really natural here, like it belongs. It took me fifteen minutes to think of this.
I had one more and could not figure out where to put it. I ended up putting it on the loading dock of the brewery. Not sure anyone will ever notice. And no!!!! I never noticed before I looked at this photo that that guy in it looks like he's p-ing into the water, but I assure you he is not: he's a dedicated brewery employee and he would never pollute that rocky mountain spring water they use to make beer!
My wife looked at these and remarked that Freud had been at work. Maybe so, I wasn't conscious of it but Freud works that way doesn't he? Anyway, all three people buying cigarettes are women: my Mom, a two-pack-a-day smoker, died of lung cancer at age 54.