In the early 1900s, a simple religious Russian Jew decided that he could no longer stand the Czar's persecution. He would leave Russia to join his son who had settled in Houston, Texas, some twenty years
The son, who had totally assimilated and was a successful oil man, was thrown into a panic.
"Of course, you are welcome, Pa," he cabled, "I will arrange a visa, your tickets and fares. But you must realize that I have a wonderful reputation here as an oil man. When you arrive, you must adapt to American culture or I will be destroyed."
Upon arrival at the train station, the old man, dressed in his long coat and up-brimmed hat, was whisked to a haberdashery, where he was fitted with the latest style fedora and a modern-cut suit.
But still, his father looked too Jewish.
"Pa it's not enough. I'll take you to the barber."
The first thing that came off was the beard.
The son looked on and said, "it's not enough Pa. The peyos, [the sideburns, grown long and curled] they'll have to go."
The barber cut off the right peyos.
While the son looked on proudly, his pa was becoming a real American.
Then the second. And the old man began to weep.
The son, finally feeling a little sympathy for his father, asked,
"Why are you crying, Papa?"
The father, resigned to his fate, simply answered, "I am crying because we lost the Alamo!"