Ole: Hey Lene, you're a maid and I'm cleaning stables. What say we move to America and farmstead a place to call home?
Lene: What the heck, beats beating rugs and emptying chamber pots.
Those with pluck and a dream moved. Those who wanted to play it safe, or who had vested interests, didn't.
There is a filthy man begging on the street. The American thinks, there but for the grace of God go I. The European thinks, immigrants.
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