EDUCATION


Along in the sixties Pat Casey pushed a wheelbarrow across the plains

from St. Joseph, Mo., to Georgetown, Colo., and shortly after that he

"struck it rich"; in fact, he was credited with having more wealth than

any one else in Colorado. A man of great shrewdness and ability, he was

exceedingly sensitive over his inability to read or write. One day an

old-timer met him with:



"How are you getting along, Pa
?"



"Go 'way from me now," said Pat genially, "me head's bustin' wid

business. It takes two lid-pincils a day to do me wurruk."





A catalog of farming implements sent out by the manufacturer finally

found its way to a distant mountain village where it was evidently

welcomed with interest. The firm received a carefully written, if

somewhat clumsily expressed letter from a southern "cracker" asking

further particulars about one of the listed articles.



To this, in the usual course of business, was sent a type-written

answer. Almost by return mail came a reply:



"You fellows need not think you are so all-fired smart, and you need not

print your letters to me. I can read writing."



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