Probably the man who would order "stewed
tripe Spanish" wouldn't touch an alligator pear salad. To him alligator
pears taste exactly like lard. To the person who wouldn't eat "stewed
tripe Spanish" they are a delicacy.
A crowd around a window. On your tip-toes to see. It's that fascinating
Lilliputian with a beard and electric bowels who stands in drug store
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.
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