"I don't care to rob you of this bread. Aunt Jane. It's too rich for my blood. . . . I'd rather take my supper at the cheapest restaurant on the Bowery."
"That's right, fellows," roared Lovell from his commanding position, as he jingled a handful of gold coins, ". . . and remember that nothing's too rich for our blood to-day."
It was not just Oklahoma's subsidies that persuaded Seaboard to relocate. The Albert Lea work force was unionized; wages had risen to $19,100 a year—still $3,100 below their level in 1983, but too rich for Seaboard's blood.