Nancy Classics by Ernie Bushmiller for March 06, 2020

Nancy toughs-it-out with another big wish-fulfillment-dream that becomes a little nightmare.

These days, it’s free.

Imagine wanting to charge 10c for an ice cream cone!

Nancy’s learning about capitalism the hard way.

Presumably the ten cent cones were much more than twice the size of the five cent cone.

Caveat emptor, Nancy!

Get what you pay for…

Not much has changed in 70 years.

I remember going to the corner store with a nickle to get the Montreal paper and using the two penny change to get a big bag of candy.

Used to be a drug store in town where they sold ice cream cones for a nickle up through the 70’s.

I used to buy my clothes half off until they arrested me for public indecency

you get what you pay for.

I remember ten cent ice cream cones and double dips for fifteen cents.

Get what you pay for.

You get what you pay for.

There’s an echo in here…

When I was a kid in Chicago the streetcar fare was 3 cents. When I was in Japan in 1952 the train ride from camp to town was about 3 cents.

There were signs all along 287 for Little America, outside of Cheyenne, showing a penguin dwarfed by a stratospheric custard cone emblazoned with “5 CENTS.” We wanted those, and five cents seemed like nothing, but Mom and Dad never took us there, so we were never disappointed by them. Maybe their reasoning was that there were six in the family, so thirty coppers down the drain, or maybe they knew it was a “tourist trap” and thus beneath our dignity. By the time I saw the place for myself, I was in high school, and they weren’t advertising five-cent anything.

I would also have accepted an empty cone.

Next thing you know, they’ll be shrinking bags of coffee, sugar, flour; cans of tuna, boxes of tuna, etc….