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Word: sugaring (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Havana, the slack tourist season was a headache. At a big Communist-sponsored photo display of life in the Soviet Union, a bomb went off. Black-marketers were annoyed by a general strike against them. But for U.S. housewives the news was sweet: Cuba's biggest sugar crop since shortly after World War I (an estimated 5,800,000 tons) is boiling in the refinery tanks; the U.S. will get approximately 5,000,000 tons of it. For Cubans the good news is that the sugar will bring almost 5? a pound (as compared with last year...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CUBA: Sugar! | 2/10/1947 | See Source »

Even if the U.S. gets all of it, there will still be far from enough sugar to satisfy U.S. demands. If sugar controls lapse, sugar men feared that big industrial users would outbid everyone else for the existing supply, boost the price of sugar to as high as 40? a Ib. for housewives...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: COMMODITIES: Please, with Sugar on It | 2/3/1947 | See Source »

...would make several million dollars out of it," said Earl Boden Wilson, president of California & Hawaiian Sugar Refining Corp. and an industry spokesman. "But the sugar industry would be blamed for years & years [for the high prices]." They didn't want that to happen...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: COMMODITIES: Please, with Sugar on It | 2/3/1947 | See Source »

...House subcommittee indicated at week's end that Congress would probably extend sugar rationing and price controls beyond their present imminent deadlines...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: COMMODITIES: Please, with Sugar on It | 2/3/1947 | See Source »

Later, little Willie sickened and died: "Yes, my darling, impossible as it seems, our precious little soldier boy has been taken away." Later still, to forestall Yankee marauders, "I took my silver sugar dish, cream pot, bowl, forks and spoons and put them into the legs of a pair of your drawers . . . tying up each leg at the ankle and buckling the band around my waist. They hung under, and were concealed by, my hoops. It did well while I sat still, but as I walked . . . the clanking destroyed all hope of concealment. ... I could not restrain my laughter, which...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: News from Virginia | 2/3/1947 | See Source »

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