windows and administers corn cure to his own toes with a smile.

The professional window shopper is a vagabond at heart - a loiterer by
nature. Here is one gazing in a photographer's window to discover
someone he knows. These two are not professionals though but a spring
couple looking in furniture windows for nest material. And sailors
wandering about, nothing but kiddies, lonesome looking and no doubt
wishing we were at War again and hospitable once more.

Here is a "Pershing Market" and a "Grant Market," beside it. There's a
lot of that in San Francisco. Is there an "Imperial Doughnut?" Up goes a
"Supreme Doughnut" next door. It's the spirit of "I'll go you one better
every time." It's the spirit of Market street.



Cafeterias



This is not to hurt the feelings of anyone, for some people are very
sensitive about cafeterias. They are cafeteria wise, they have a
cafeteria class consciousness. Such people are to be admired. They have
accurate minds which enable them to choose a well-balanced meal at
minimum cost. Lacking that sort of mind, I do not get on well in
cafeterias. As sure as I equip myself with a tray and silver in a napkin
and become one of the long procession, I lose all sense of proportion,
and come out at the end with two desserts, or a preponderance of
starches or with too much bread for my butter, and a surprising bill.