A corner in corn; or, How a Chicago boy did the trick — Inside the Classic
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IN THE ROOKERY BUILDING.
“Has Vance returned yet?” asked Jared Whitemore, a stout, florid-complexioned man of sixty-five, opening the door of his private office and glancing into the outside room.
“No, sir,” replied Edgar Vyce, his bookkeeper and office manager--a tall, saturnine-looking man, who had been in his employ several years.
“Send him in as soon as he comes back.”
The bookkeeper nodded carelessly and resumed his writing.
“Miss Brown,” said Jared to his stenographer and typewriter, a very pretty brown-eyed girl of seventeen, the only other occupant of the room, whose desk stood close to one of the windows overlooking La Salle Street.
She immediately left her machine and followed her employer into the inner sanctum.
Mr. Whitemore was a well-known speculator, one of the shrewdest and most successful operators on the Chicago Board of Trade.
He owned some of the best business sites in the city, and his ground rents brought him in many thousands a year.
Accounted a millionaire many times over, no one could with any degree of certainty say exactly what he was worth.
His plainly furnished office was on an upper floor of the Rookery Building.
He did business for nobody but himself. Jarboe, Willicutt & Co., whose offices were on the ground floor of the Board of Trade Building, were his brokers.
The office clock chimed the hour of five as the bookkeeper, with a frown, laid down his pen, rested his elbow on the corner of his tall desk and glanced down into the busy thoroughfare.
At that moment the office door opened and a messenger boy entered.
Mr. Vyce came to the railing and received an envelope addressed to himself.
He signed for it, tore it open, read the contents, which were brief, with a corrugated brow, and then, with much deliberation, tore the paper into fine particles and tossed them into the waste-basket.
For a moment or two he paced up and down before his desk, with his hands thrust into his trousers pockets, and then resumed his work just as the door opened again and admitted a stalwart, good-looking lad, with a frank, alert countenance and a breezy manner, who entered briskly with a handful of pamphlets and papers.
“Mr. Whitemore wants you to report in his office at once, Thornton,” said the bookkeeper, in a surly kind of voice, accompanied with a look which plainly showed that he was not particularly well disposed toward the boy.
“All right,” answered Vance, cheerily, turning toward the private office, on the door of which he knocked, and then entered on being told to come in.
“I hate him!” muttered Mr. Vyce, following the boy’s retreating figure with a dark scowl. “He’s a thorn in my path. He’s altogether too thick with Whitemore. I can’t understand what the old man sees in him. For the last three months I’ve noticed that my hold here is slipping away, and just when I need it the most. Just when things were coming my way, too. Now, with a fortune in sight, this boy is crowding me to the wall. Curse him! I can’t understand what it means. Is it possible Whitemore suspects me? Pshaw! Am I not an old and trusted employee? I’ve always been in his confidence to a large extent, but of late he has been keeping things from me--matters I ought to know--especially in reference to this deal he has on. Those corn options are on the point of expiring, and I expected ere this to have been sent West to settle with the elevator people and get the receipts, for corn is on the rise and the old man is ahead at this stage of the game. I strongly suspect he means to corner the market this time. He’s got the dust to attempt it with, and already he holds options on nearly half of the visible supply in Kansas and Nebraska, besides what he has stored here. There is no telling what he has been doing during the last thirty days, as not a word about corn has passed between us during that time. It’s not like Whitemore to act this way with me. Something is up, and by George! I’ll find out what it is.”
Mr. Vyce drove his pen savagely into a little glass receptacle filled with small shot and turned to the window again, after glancing at the clock.
Bessie Brown came out of the inner office with her notebook in her hand and sat down at her machine to transcribe her notes.
In a few moments Mr. Vyce came over to her desk and, taking up his station where he could catch a glance of what she was writing, remarked:
The story opens in the Rookery Building, a real Chicago landmark, with a terse exchange between the speculator Jared Whitemore and his bookkeeper Edgar Vyce. The dialogue is clipped and functional: “Has Vance returned yet?” “No, sir.” This economy of speech, typical of the dime novel, prioritizes plot momentum over character interiority. The author, writing under the pseudonym “A Self-Made Man,” relies on concrete details—the office clock chiming five, the stenographer’s desk by the window—to establish a business setting quickly.
Diction and the Language of Finance
The narrative is saturated with the terminology of grain speculation: “bear pool,” “corn pit,” “visible supply,” “elevators.” Characters speak in precise financial calculations: “five million bushels of corn stored in them at this moment.” This jargon is not explained; the reader is expected to follow the mechanics of a corner. The author uses this specialized vocabulary to create an insider’s atmosphere, where the stakes are measured in bushels and dollars. The dialogue often carries the weight of exposition, as when Mr. Jarboe explains the market situation to Vance: “Corn is high, and, but for this unfortunate affair, likely to go higher.” The language is direct, avoiding metaphor or sentiment, mirroring the hard-nosed world of trade.
Voice and the Hero’s Restraint
Vance Thornton, the “Chicago boy,” is characterized through his restrained speech. When faced with crisis, he does not exclaim but states facts: “I will have to consult with my partners.” His dialogue is marked by polite deference (“You are right, Mr. Jarboe”) and understatement. This verbal control contrasts with the high-stakes situation, suggesting a competence that the plot will test. The author grants Vance moments of quiet authority, as when he reveals the hidden corn supply: “all the same Jarrett, Palmer & Carrington have five million bushels of corn stored in them.” The voice remains level, even as others gasp. This restraint is a deliberate authorial choice to align the reader’s sympathy with the composed hero.
Structure and the Serial Rhythm
As a weekly dime novel, the story is structured for installment reading. Chapters end on notes of suspense: “there will be a panic in the corn pit to-morrow morning.” The narrative moves briskly from office to elevator, from conversation to crisis. The author uses short paragraphs and frequent dialogue to maintain pace. The opening chapter establishes multiple characters in a single room, then narrows focus to Vance’s mission. This efficiency in scene-setting is typical of the genre: every detail serves the plot. The serial format also explains the repetition of key information, such as the five million bushels, ensuring readers who missed an installment can follow.
Setting as Character: The Rookery and the Pit
The Rookery Building is more than a backdrop; it anchors the story in a specific Chicago geography. The author mentions La Salle Street, the Board of Trade Building, and the “corn pit” with the confidence of a local. This setting lends authenticity to the financial maneuvers. The office itself is “plainly furnished,” suggesting Whitemore’s focus on business over display. The contrast between the orderly office and the volatile market outside creates a tension that drives the plot. The author uses the setting to reinforce themes of control and chaos: the hero must navigate both the physical spaces of commerce and the unpredictable forces of speculation.
Dialogue and the Revelation of Character
Dialogue in this excerpt serves multiple functions: it advances the plot, reveals character, and conveys information. The bookkeeper Vyce is sketched through his actions—tearing up a note, pacing—more than his words. Whitemore’s brief commands establish his authority. Vance’s exchanges with Mr. Jarboe are the core of the excerpt, where the crisis is laid out. The author uses dialogue to show the power dynamics: Jarboe’s “we are beaten to a standstill” versus Vance’s quiet correction. The dialogue is never ornamental; every line pushes the story forward. This functional use of speech is a hallmark of the dime novel, where economy is paramount.
Readers should note how the author balances technical detail with narrative speed. The financial machinations are never allowed to stall the action; instead, they fuel it. The pseudonym “A Self-Made Man” itself signals the story’s ethos of enterprise. Pay attention to how the author uses the constraints of the genre—short chapters, cliffhangers, functional dialogue—to create a focused tale of ambition and risk. The incomplete excerpts leave the resolution unknown, but the patterns of language and structure are already clear.
Last week I kept thinking about the Chicago boy’s clipped, money-driven hurry in A Corner in Corn, that sharp financial slang and the Rookery’s marble echoing it. It made me recall another world entirely, salt-stained and slower, where the urgency is weather and distance, not ticker tape. Curious how the same restless pulse beats beneath different costumes; I revisited List, Ye Landsmen! A Romance of Incident — A Closer Reading and found it there, quieter. Both simply tell a human scramble, just wearing different hats.
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April Holmes - 1 month ago
{'type': 'negative', 'content': "The narrative is scattered and lacks focus. The 'trick' mentioned in the title is underwhelming and predictable. The author tries to cram too many subplots into a short book, leaving little room for character development. A more disciplined approach would have helped. Not recommended."} -
Karen Christopher Larson - 1 month ago
{'type': 'positive', 'content': "A Corner In Corn Or How A Chicago Boy Did The Trick is a rollicking adventure that takes a young Chicago lad on a whirlwind journey of corn speculation and self-discovery. The story is vibrant, fast-paced, and filled with authentic period details. The protagonist's pluck and cunning make for an inspiring read. Highly enjoyable for anyone who loves tales of grit and determination."} -
Michelle Bailey - 2 weeks ago
{'type': 'neutral', 'content': "The book offers an interesting glimpse into the world of grain trading, and the protagonist's escapades are amusing. However, the plot becomes convoluted at times, and some characters feel like caricatures. It's a decent read, though not particularly memorable."}
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