Beaver County News | 1916-06-09 | Page 7 | Child Logic

Child Logic. Freddie wanted his pie first, and being be-ing the youngest of a family of five he got it. "You eat backwards," was his mother's comment as she placed it before him. The young philosopher fell into a brown study, from which he was only aroused by the sight of more pie, now brought in for the elders. "Mother," he said, "what's backwards? back-wards? If I put my shoe on wrong, is that backwards?" "Yes." "If I sit this way" and he deliberately deliber-ately turned his back to the Uble "is that backwards?" "Yes." "Well, I wasn't sitting like that when I ate my pie." It's Valuable Now. When William Jessup, who formerly operated a woolen mill in Princeton, died 20 years ago, he left among his effects a large keg of Russian red dye-stuff. dye-stuff. Each housecleaning time his son-in-law and daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Charles F. Woods, had to shift it around. Woods had tried to sell it to wholesalers in vain; they didn't need it. "What'll we do with this?" asked Mr. Woods, when they cleaned house last summer. "Pile it'on the trash heap and burn it; I'm tired of looking at it," said Mrs. Woods. Being a dutiful husband, Mr. Woods obeyed. Now the Russian dye is said to be unobtainable at any price, and the amount that Mr. Woods burned would have netted at this time from $500 to $1,000. The losers philosophically agreed that it's no use to cry over "spilt milk" and have dispensed with any worry over "what might have been." Indianapolis News.