In a shop ten feet wide, surrounded by seven pawnbrokers and nine saloons, black-haired Herb Luhn, 49, proprietor of the San Francisco Camera Exchange, last week went on being successful in a fantastic way. In normal times his customers ("They're all nuts, they only talk about photography") wait on one another, wrap purchases, ring up the cash register without disturbing him, use his telephone. They patronize no one else because there is no one like him and no shop like his (they have made it a meeting place, a center for the exchange of information).
His showcases, bought secondhand before World War...
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