Why, there ain't going to be any wheat left in Chicago by May! If I get in now and buy a long line of cash wheat, where are all these fellows who've sold short going to get it to deliver to me? . . . Jadwin sprang forward, gripping the broker by the shoulder. Sam, he shouted, . . . we can corner the market!.
It will not do to say that the Irish have a monopoly on stupidity, yet there have been times when I thought they nearly cornered the market.