Young people nowadays moan about having to work long hours for a pittance, but they don't know the half of it.
When I worked on the railways in the early 1940s, I put in 18 hours every day and got paid nothing. And I never complained once.
If I had, the Japs would have shot me.
End Of Slavery
A guy came to a very rich businessman’s door and said "Excuse me, I'd like to chat to you to see if you can spare some money every month to help our campaign to abolish slavery"
"Sure you can" the businessman said inviting him inside "Sambo here will take your coat"
There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods; but he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner. As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck.
Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it. He was shocked and grieved!
In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the woodpile, only to see his sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.
After lunch the next day Grandma said, 'Sally, let's wash the dishes' But Sally said, 'Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.' Then she whispered to him, 'Remember the duck?' So Johnny did the dishes.
Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, 'I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.'
Sally just smiled and said, 'Well that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help'
She whispered again, 'Remember the duck?' So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help.
After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's he finally couldn't stand it any longer.
He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck.
Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, 'Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.'
I was sitting in the train station after college near a redneck waiting for my train and there was an African-looking woman with a head-scarf thing on.
I turned to the redneck and said "My grandma used to have one of those".
Promptly, he replied "What, a slave"?
I said to my five-year-old son, "You do realise that children your age who live in a poverty hit country and who have no education make the trainers that are on your feet?"
"That's disgusting, Daddy," he said.
I said, "It is when you think that you come from a wealthy country, have a good education and can't even tie the damn laces on the trainers they can make."