The most honest and persevering Mayors and other high
officials have got stuck in New York street mud and
were never heard of again. Our aristocratic home
mud has flourished without any protection, and the
pauper mud of Europe or any other mud could never
beat our home product. Here our amiable and friendly
Commissioners of the Pan-American Congress can see
it demonstrated that our mud industry can flourish
without protection. I will now call the attention
of our Pan-American friends to the windows in New
York houses. They are invariably of plate-glass,
and there is not a city in the world that can beat
New York in handsome windows. Now, then, it is
an actual fact that the tax or duty on plate-glass
is as follows: Plate-glass, 10 by 15 inches,
3 cents per foot, or 13.60 per cent; plate-glass, 16
by 24 inches, 5 cents per foot, or 19.78 per cent;
plate-glass, 24 by 30 inches, 8 cents per foot, or
27.46 per cent. Now, we must admit that this
is a moderate tax. The above glass goes into the
houses of the rich. Of course, it will not do
to tax influential and rich citizens. But now
let me show how we tax that class of people who build
three-hundred-dollar houses, or the hundreds of thousands
of farmers who live in the far West. Those houses
are glazed by what is known as common green window
glass. Let me show to what extent we have taxed
that class of people in 1888:
IMPORTS OF COMMON WINDOW GLASS IN 1888.
Duty
Collected, Per
Value. Ad valorem. Cent.
Sizes not exceeding 10x15 $288,927 $190,815
66
Sizes 16 x 24 265,919 305,357
114.83
Sizes 24 x 30 346,486 440,685
127.15
All above that 477,132 626,740
131.35
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Total $1,563,497
We have squeezed out of the neediest, most hard-working
of our population $1,563,000 taxes on their “daylight”
or window tax, which has gone into the Treasury; but
we have squeezed at least $5,000,000 more and put
it into the pockets of people who made similar glass.
Our Pan-American guests may reflect on the above statistics
and come to the conclusion that having flourishing
window-glass industries may, after all, not be the
highest blessing.
I beg to assure Mr. Carnegie that I am “not”
a grumbler, as I don’t want to run the risk
of having the door of heaven shut in my face when he
succeeds St. Peter in office.
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