Swing (Jan-Dec 1949)

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It's a roundabout way to make a living, but this impresario of odds-and-ends does handsomely at it. by JAMES Y. OTIS IN THIS inflationary era, the prices of stuffed penguins, ostrich feath' ers, moustache cups, African war spears and riveting machines have gone up, too. This hard economic fact saddens Savino Morizzo of Chicago, the "Sul' tan of Swap," who sells and trades incredible bric'a-brac with the same aplomb that your corner grocer hands out canned goods and bread. "Still, business is good," Morizzo philosophizes, "for somewhere there is always a person who wants to buy or swap something valuable for a copper bathtub, a box of skulls, oil paintings or gold'encrusted cuspidors." Savino isn't kidding. Daily, the mailman staggers into his five-story junk house on Chicago's Lake Street, carrying pleas for the strangest merchandise in the world — most of which is carried in stock. Those letters — plus a personal fol' lowing which ranges from Cairo, Egypt, to Nome, Alaska — enables the dark, wiry little Moriszo to arrange 10,000 trades and 5,000 cash sales a year. His business is stimulated by his own magazine. The Traders ]ourna\, which is a startling compendium of the weird gadgets and seemingly useless junk he has on his shelves. Five thousand people the world over buy his journal each month. Some sample ads: "Have lithograph of Custer's Last Stand. Will trade for hair clipper." "Need Lord's Prayer written on pin'head in exchange for tat' tooed ear." "Can you use miniature steam locomotive suitable for kiddie park? Will swap it for early Edison phojiograph." "The Journal is one of the world's best advertising media, if results are an indication," Morizzo boasts, flick' (ng some dust from a mounted wild boar which he'll probably swap for a Model'T Ford. "Our readers include retired sea captains, aviators, old maids, business leaders, entomologists, soldiers, ex' plorers, curio shop owners, college students, teachers and clergymen. What they unearth in their attics and basements is amazing but true." And Morizzo proudly displays his wares — gallons of hair dye, old coins by the hundreds, pictures of every United States President, stereopticons.