I know a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a voice like a north wind blowing over corn stubble in January. . . .His face is that of a man terribly glad. . .that God made fish, and customers to whom he may call his wares from a pushcart. Carl Sandburg, from Chicago Poems, 1916.
"Maxwell Street preserved old world culture, whether from the Ukraine, Mexico or Mississippi. A grassroots avenue for survival got created there for immigrants and poor people. Its existence, though old and weary, gives meaning to our daily living and working in Chicago." Studs Terkel, broadcaster, oral...
I know a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a voice like a north wind blowing over corn stubble in January. . . .His face is that of a man...
