1950s soda-shoppe fixture

Usage examples of jukebox.

They also talk about no tipping, no jukeboxes and no carhops and that they have dentists, salesmen, farmers and veterinarians running their units.

Through the dimout he could see faintly lighted doorways and hear jukebox music.

There was a wide opening to the right, and through it he could see a pool table and what looked like foosball, and the starry lights of a jukebox.

Red and white carnations in blue-and-white spatterware jugs adorned every table and an old-fashioned jukebox rented for the occasion sent big-band music from the forties drifting across the yard.

After some casting about and a few false leads, we settled for a greasy spoon of sorts on Davenport, with vinyl seats and jukeboxes at the tables, stocked with country music and a sprinkling of old Beatles and Elvis Presley songs.

Not long ago, it had been one of his favorite bars, a darkened den with wooden booths, a jukebox of Sinatra songs and a painting so blackened by grit that only old-timers knew it was of Joe Louis delivering the knock-out punch to Max Schmeling.

Where were the knickknacks, the jukebox, the glowing shelf of pies, the deep maroon booths?

Italian food and the level of noise, a mixture of youthful voices and Motown coming from the jukebox in the back of the room.

I said as I pulled the custom-made felt cover off the old Wurlitzer jukebox and, with a flourish, dropped the cloth over the planter and into the empty front booth.

It had a Wurlitzer jukebox, a reasonable-looking menu, and table service.

With Kenny Rogers crooning on the jukebox, the guy said, "My name's Jack Twist, and I don't know any more than you what in hell's happening, probably less than you know.

At about five, after an interval reminiscent of one of Marmaduke's naps, the weekend roistering in the bar, the counterpoints of jukebox and Impacto machine, exhaustedly gave way to the shrieking gossip of the yard -with a cluck-cluck here and a whoof-whoof there, here a cheep, there a moo, everywhere an oink-oink.

Richard blushed, and his eyes sought something else to stare at other photographs, framed and hung, of grinning or glowering movie stars: examples, like the loaf-shaped paper-napkin dispensers and the fluted sugar-pours and the podgy old jukebox, of the eminently exportable culture to which the Canal Creperie had dedicated itself.

The following morning, I followed her to the first of her classes, and then afterwards into a large basement canteen area where she drank coffee alone at a small table and put nickels into the jukebox over and over to play one selection repeatedly - a mournful Gershwin tune sung by Nina Simone.

This was the way all their R&Rs had begun, with Gilbey chasing a whore and Baylor feeding the jukebox while he wrote a letter home.