Standard Fruits and Vegetable Baskets and Containers Act of 1916

In United States federal agricultural legislation, the Standard Fruits and Vegetable Baskets and Containers Act of 1916 dealt with containers for small fruits and vegetables, and prescribed the exact capacity of the containers.

It fixed the cubic contents for dry half-pint, pint, and quart-size containers. It made no reference to the dimensions or form of the container, thus leaving it to the individual states to adopt standards in such respects.


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