{"id":8323,"date":"2016-07-18T11:57:49","date_gmt":"2016-07-18T16:57:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxwellhalsted.publish.uic.edu\/?page_id=8323"},"modified":"2018-06-30T01:57:48","modified_gmt":"2018-06-30T06:57:48","slug":"the-business-of-ghetto-markets","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/maxwellhalsted.uic.edu\/home\/8305-2\/the-business-of-ghetto-markets\/","title":{"rendered":"THE BUSINESS OF GHETTO MARKETS"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a><\/p>\n

Junk or old and discarded goods regarded as trash and rubbish had real value in the ghetto\u2019s \u201ccheap economy.\u201d Anything thrown away, abandoned, or misplaced, especially by the better-off classes. was finder\u2019s keepers. “That which is rubbish in a backyard,” commented an observer, “becomes merchandize in Canal Street and some lean-fingered speculator converts it into bright money.”<\/p>\n

Earnings came in pennies. Nickels and dimes\u00a0counted. Many immigrants lived on ten cents a day in their first year of work. Hilda Satt did not know any storekeeper who did not live in the back of the store. “Earning a living” were among the first words she learned in Chicago. A reporter observed: “The market on Jefferson Street secures fruit as soon as it gets into the commission houses. \u00a0They get it perhaps slightly damaged. \u00a0But they sell it so cheap that the people more than get their money’s worth, even if they have to throw some of it out. \u00a0The oranges for a nickel are sold three for a dime …. The same is true of every other fruit.”<\/p>\n

Profits were in small sales. Bread sold by the half load, and a big pail of beer cost five cents in a saloon. From peddler wagons, potatoes sold for five cents a peck and bananas for five cents a dozen. Overhead costs were kept to a minimum. \u00a0Staples stored in large burlap bags–rice, beans, coffee, barley–were weighed by the grocer and carried away by the shopper in a rolled sheet of brown paper. Can openers were scarce; grocers scooped out salmon from a\u00a0large tin can and a shopper precariously walked home with liquid sloshing in a flimsy container. There were seldom shortages, but very little with any additional use-value was discarded.<\/p>\n

Fortunes were sometimes made in the scrap business, but that was the exception. Making a living in the West-Side economy was close to the bone, picking up pieces of coal fallen during transport, collecting rags or newspapers or scrap steel parts, rummaging through trash bins for items like broken chairs to sell for a few shekels to a dealer, or collecting old skates and boxes to build go-carts.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

There was neither beauty nor nobility in junking, nor Thoreauvian motives of saving the planet by recycling waste. Junk shops were the first places to go for the best prices on small budgets, and a value on savings. Wallace Kirkland\u2019s images of boys and girls junking on local streets testified. It was about adolescent boys and girls splitting up some coins for pocket money. On the street there was a phrase, only the ignorant and gullible buy retail.<\/p>\n

The suspicion of junk collectors as thieves, perhaps reselling their booty on Maxwell Street, always lurked in the shadows. Did junking lead juveniles to become \u201cembryonic criminals\u201d or juvenile delinquents\u2013Jane Addams thought so. bjb<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

BOYS AND GIRLS \u00a0ON WEST-SIDE STREETS: PHOTO GALLERY:<\/h3>\n