On reading the proofs, I feel I have not done justice to my bookselling friends. I wandered into their shops, I browsed among their books, I listened to their talk and wrote it down ... pictures not studies, impressions not descriptions. Some of my friends have since passed on to a better world and in these pages will be found perhaps the only record of their useful and laborious lives. This, I believe, is one excuse for the existence of my little book. In the April issue, 1917, of Pearson’s appeared an article of mine telling about that wonderstore of Brentano’s in New York about the late Deutschberger and about other old-time booksellers of Fourth Avenue and Union Square. I was unable to procure a copy of this magazine and therefore had to omit this important story in this compilation. While in Detroit recently I met the charming Mr. Higgins, dean of Michigan’s booksellers, and he objected to my statement in one of my articles: “Detroit has not one second-hand Book Shop.” I gladly take it back. Mr. Higgins has a whole houseful of gems and 27 packing boxes filled with rare first editions and scarce Americana. His three shops would make our metropolitan friends justly envious. When I wrote years ago about Detroit’s bookshops I had not met Walter MacKee, who holds open house in Sheehan’s and is not only a good bookman but also a talented comedian. I had not signed my name in Mr. La Belle’s guestbook in MacCaully Brothers’ store where authors passing Detroit are made welcome. I had not visited Mr. Dennen’s Book Shop, where jeweled prayer books, rare Shakespeare editions, can be had as well as the newest novels and books on golf. I had not then visited Mr. Proctor’s Clarion Shop in Orchestra Hall, the gayest little place, thanks to Mr. Knopf’s love of vivid colors. Mrs. Morris, in the Hudson Department Store, created a delightful nook for her book department. Finally, Mr. Gordon came to Detroit as standard-bearer of the Powner’s Book Interests, who acquired recently the Reyerson Book Shop. Allister Crowley’s beautiful Equinox had something to do with the bankruptcy of this old firm, I am told. Mrs. Gordon, who was Miss Powner before her marriage, is taking an active interest and perpetuating the traditions of a family of booklovers. And there is Mr. Shaffat’s book store on Hastings Street, with its framed letter by the late Roosevelt who purchased here an important book on Africa during the last months of his presidency. Now I have made amends for my hasty statement. I hope Mr. Higgins will read these lines and accept my humble apologies. GUIDO BRUNO. November, 1922. The Romance of Buying and Selling Old Things