Nuhou, Volume I, Number 4, 7 March 1873 — Three Cents on Sugar. [ARTICLE]

Three Cents on Sugar.

Three cents a pound more!" Why do you take up such small topics?" says a lady near our elbow. "Small, my dear; why, if a ship were to come into our port with this legend flying at her mast-head—three cents advance on sugar,"— you would see a general jubilation on the "beach," as though every man's rich uncle had gone to quod and left him his pile. Oh! 3 cents in this case means to us a yearly gain of three-quarters of a million of dollars, with lots more to come. It means a balance on the right side of the planter's account. It means cash in the hands of the agents, easy pay for all hands, and no grumbling. It means good old times, a trip to the old home, with as many Saratoga trunks as you want to take, and no stinginess about palace cars. It means Benkert's boots for me, and any amount of the last follies in hats for you. It means dollars in the bag of Sundays, instead of dirty sneaking dimes. It means a man's head up, his new clothes paid for, and champagne suppers all around. It

means, to sum up, all possible happy conditions of prosperity, a packed hotel, a rousing subscription for the NUHOU, and some peace for the Ministers, especially 12 per-cent., as this "almighty dollar" public would not go one cent on diatribes on governmental neglect or corruption, if getting 3 cents more on sugar. The opposition might hang its harp on the twining woodbine, as well as to twang it to a busy, lively, packing, slop-selling, commission-making, money-jingling, running-all-around-in-shirt-sleeves crowd, made happy by sixty dollars a ton more, that had started all the plantations on a grinding roar. No, my Honey, 3 cents a pound more is not a small topic; it is glory, peace, and hallelujah; and if those mother's sons of—Ministers don't wake up, and get us those cents, they must look out for censure.