On Halsted, just north of Maxwell Street there was a second floor store called Cynofski's. They sold second hand clothing, and they had the contract to sell the clothing that came of the dummies at Marshall Fields and the other downtown stores. They were wadded up in a bin, and looked like they went through the war, and you could have your pick for 50 cents. Their guarantee was that every item would clean up perfectly, and if there was a stain that wouldn't wash out, you just brought it back for a refund, no questions asked.
And the Sloppy Joe's stand east of Halsted on Maxwell was better than Jim's Original.
My mother and her sisters would shop there, and would talk to each other in Dutch so the predominately Jewish shopkeepers wouldn't understand what they were saying (the shopkeepers talked Yidish among themselves for the same reason). One day her sister was about to purchase something, and my mother said to her, "let's try across the street first. This guy looks like a crook". When the Jewish shopkeeper replied in perfect Dutch (Madam, he is even less honest than I am" my mother almost died. It hadn't occurred to her that Jewish shopkeepers could have immigrated from Holland.
She was so embarrassed, she didn't go back to Maxwell Street for a couple of months. Even today, almost 80 years later, she blushes if you can get her to tell the story.