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THURSDAY. March 3, 1892. PRISON OFFICIALS. MANAGERS. tCDWIN DUNN, President Eyota. iOHN F. NORRISH Hastings. JAS. S. O’BRIEN Stillwater. F. W. TEMPLE Blue Earth City. M. O. HALL Duluth. RESIDENT OFFICIALS. ALBERT GARVIN Warden. F. H. LEMON Deputy Warden. JOHN S. GLENNON Ass’t Dept. Warden. FRANK BERRY Clerk. MISS SOPHIA ZARLEY Assistant Clerk. U. E. BENNER Steward. B. J. MERRILL Physician. FRANK H. HALL Hospital Steward. F. M. BORDWELL Storekeeper. MRS. H. A. WALKER Matron. ALFRED GILMORE Supt. Twine Factory. J. C. COVELL Supt. Tub & Pail Factory. R. F. JONES Engineer. J. H. ALBERT Protestant Chaplain. CHARLES CORCORAN Catholic Chaplain. GUARDS’ REGISTER. T.W. ALEXANDER Day Cell house. W. W. HALL Captain of Night Watch. JAMES SIBBITTS Usher. BEN. CAYOU Tub & Pail Shop, Ist floor. ORLANDO M’FALL.. .Tub & Pail Shop, 2nd floor. LESTER BORDWELL Twine Factory. JOHN MEALEY Twine Factory 2nd flooor. ROYAL C. ORFF Soft Wood Shop. J. C. COVER Machine Shop, Ist floor. M. C. COLLIGAN Machine Shop. 2nd floor. JOHN S. MAY Wagon Shop. ARCHIE PARKER Blacksmith Shop. AMOS ROWE Paint Shop. T. L. O’MARA Foundry. ANDREW MEEHAN Day Turnkey. PATRICK FLANNERY Gate. O. B. JOHNSON Asst. Gate. CHARLES CARLGREN Yard. J. H. STILKEY.. Engine Room. NELS D. CARLSON Wall. GREENLEAF DORR Wall. WM. M’CRACKEN Wall. JOHN WHITE.. Wall. H. McINTYRE Wall. JOHN WINDOLPH Night Turnkey. CHARLES. P. AUSTIN Night Cell-house. HENRY FROST Night Cell-house. O. S. CRANDALL Day Solitary Keeper. L. B. GOLDSMITH Night Solitary Keeper. P. J. MURPHY Guard. NIGHT FIREMEN. A. W. ANDERSON J. DEGAN J. GIANELA LOCAL PICKINGS. —Population, 343. —A chicken takes food by the peck —Seven departures and no arrivals during the past week, —An electric "detective” signal system is being put in the prison. —The board of managers hold their regular monthly meeting to-day. —The teamster has been hauling out binding twine for storage this week. —Put your paper in your door Sunday evening this time, and this time only. —Mr. George Thompson and wife, of St. Paul, were visitors at chapel services last Sunday. —H. A. Hokemeier, state dairp and food in spector, and W. Spink’s, of St. Paul, looked through the prison Monday. —Superintendent Henderson, of the Minneap olis police department, was in the prison last Fri day with Chief Police Shortall. —Statement of population March 2: Working for Thresher Co.. 176; working for state, 159; sick and infirm, 8. Total population, 343. —Guard Murphy is again at his post of duty at the big smiling pleasantly at the thought of how he euchred his partner out of a wake. —Manager Temple was about the prison yester day with his friends J. L. Warn and F. W. Miller, of Blue Earth City, and E. F. Randolph, of St. Paul. —Mr. J. Lowry, of Escanaba, Mich., was a vis itor Wednesday and will become better acquaint ed with the prison through the cslumns of THE MIRROR. —D. C. Hazen, correspondent of the Illustrated Chicago Century, looked through the prison one day last week. He will draw inspiration from THE MIRROR’S columns during the next year. —John Noonan, a former guard, was around the prison last Saturday with his old side partner, Asst. Deputy Glennon. He looks like a man that was enjoying a prosperous and well-regulated life. —A party from the John L. Sullivan theatrical combination, which visited the city last Saturday, contributed several dollars to the library fund and were shown the sights of our establishment. —The painting department of the tub and pail factory has been moved to the sky parlor to make room for the twine machinery. The painter boys won’t need much clothing up there during the summer—in fact they will need none at all, so far as comfort is concerned. —A man was discharged Monday after having served two years for the crime of horse stealing. This man could truthfully say that he had not so much as seen a horse in fifteen years, for he has been stone blind for that length of time. He saw very little of prison life. —The new rule regarding the manner of leaving the cells went into force Wednesday. The only thing new about it is that each man closes his cell door after stepping out and waits until the guard gives the signal to march. The closing of the doors makes it much more convenient for those who have to pass along the narrow galleries. —Mr. Editor, Librarian, Printer’s Devil and all concerned: I wish to express my appreciation of and warmest thanks for the genuine proof of your labor in the beautifully designed and well-con structed catalogue. May the happiness of the free soon be yours. SIN DAD. —On Wednesday evening every inmate of the prison received an envelope containing three tickets —red, yellow and green—which entitle the possessors to the privileges of drawing to bacco once a week, writing once in two weeks and receiving visitors once in four weeks. A prisoner may lose one or all of these tickets for misconduct. —Our paper was two days behind time last week all because of the street car strike. The Gazette office, which does the press work on THE MIR ROR, gets its motive power from the power house of the street-car company, and as that was shut down no printing could be done until other ar rangements could be made. We will be one day late this week, but hereafter the paper will be out on time. —A new way of serving the Sunday dinner was begun last Sunday. Instead of the meals being brought around to the cells by the "charioteers” the men come out of their cells and march down to the mess-room tables and carry their meals back. Tea is served in the old way at the cell doors. A little less time is required to serve din ner in this way, but the real advantage is that the grub does not get so cold. —The smartest cat in all Stillwater makes his home in the mess-room. When given a pan of milk he lets it stand until the cream rises to the top, then, instead of lapping it up, as ordinary cats do, he sticks his paw into the milk and lifts off the cream which he licks from bis foot. He repeats the operation until the cream is all skimmed off. Who will dare to say that that cat is not gifted with the reasoning power? —Our street commissioner last week stacked his barrow, broom and shovel, shook his stripes and dusted for parts unknown. The only quick move ment he was ever known to make was when the officer motioned to him to come and prepare for de parture. To see the hustle he got on himself was as surprising as it would be to see a scare-crow chas ing after thieving crows. His mantle has fallen upon the shoulders of Farmer Rose who,bears the honors with becoming gravity. —Wednesday afternoon an accident occurred in the tub and pail factory by which several men narrowly escaped losing their lives. One of the boys got upon a tall trestle to remove the large belt that drives the saw mill. The belt slipped from his control and dropping on the shaft the splice was caught by the set-screw in the pully. The belt wound around the shaft and instantly the large saw frame was torn from its foundation and hurled across the room, the pieces flying in every direction. The belt broke, and it was all over within a second—but not the terror and ex citement. Every one rushed to the spot suppos ing that all the men working about the saw must have been killed or badly injured. One man was found pinned to the floor by the saw carriage, one was stretched out between two boxes and another was crawling away from the wreck. The man un der the carriage was taken out and carried to the hospital where it was fohnd that no bones were broken and that he had only suffered a few bruises and a severe shock. The man between the boxes had been saved from certain death by the boxes having shielded him. The fellow who was taking off the belt was slammed up against the ceiling and then fell to the floor, but was not injured seriously. The greatest wonder is that none were killed. The large building was jarred from basement to attic, and the huge en gine that drives all the machinery of the prison felt the strain. —The night school was visited Monday evening by Secretary Hart and wife accompanied by Warden and Mrs. Garvin. The boys all put on their wisest and prettiest looks for the benefit of the visitors. The Secretary moved around among the scholars noting the work of the different classes. Before the close of the exercises Chap lain Albert dropped in and made one of the visit ors. When the lessons of the evening were over, the Warden arose and said as there were preach ers present it would be in order to have some speeches. Secretary Hart was introduced and made a few but very pertinent remarks upon the wisdom of taking advantage of opportunities for improvement. He sought to impress upon the scholars the advantages that come to men who learn to do something well, saying that a person should strive to qualify himself to do at least one thing better than any other person could do it. He said the men who are drawing the largest salaries to-day are those who have learned to do one thing well. Chaplain Albert tried to beg off, but failed. His remarks were supplementary to those of the Secretary. He acknowledged that he had learned something of value to himself by listening to the description of the proper way of addressing a letter. He congratulated the boys on the progress they were making. The Warden closed the exercises by assuring the soholars that as long as they showed proper interest in their studies the school would be continued. Carl Pretzel’s Philosophy. One feller cood hang a choory, but a choory cood bang a tozen fellers. Life vas a riddle, und vhen a man gifs it up. he vas dead like a post hole. Chickens and nagurs lay for each odder. Der chicken in der day times, und der nagur in der nite times.—Chicago National Weekly. One of Onr Boys Is Doing a Pressing The officers of the prison are in freqnent re ceipt of letters from the boys who bare done time here. The Deputy Warden received a letter a short time ago from one of the boys, who served a good long stretch here, in which is shown that if a man will he may do very well by returning to the community from whence he was sent to prison. He writes: MR. FRANK LEMON—DEAR FRIEND: 1 take pleasure in addressing you these few lines accord ing to promise. Well, in the first place, I got home all right, and I have been working most every day since. I bought one-halt interest in a hay press and have had a big run of work and will continue to have all winter. It is raining to-day so lam at home. I have had pretty good health and have gained about twenty pounds. Every one treats me as if nothing had ever happened. I had the offer of several jobs and went to work two days after arriving here. I think I have learned some thing that I shall never forget, which is, to be have myself. 1 hope you are all doing well. Tell Mr. McKellar that I would like to work for him again, but not as a convict. 1 hope that the boys are all doing well. Give them my regards. They can keep out of prison if they will try—no mistake about it—and Ido hope they will. I know that being there has done me a lot of good, but I hope I shall never need any more of it, and I will not if I leave whisky alone. I don't know what to write. I am not much of a letter writer so you will please excuse the lack of interest in this one. You wanted me to write and let you know how I was getting along. I have done so. In conclusion I thank you for the kindly interest you took in my welfare and hope that you may never have any more trouble with the rest of the boys than you had with me. I will be pleased to hear from you. Yours Respectfully, R. L. “What shall 1 do when I am launched into the busy world?” This is a question that many of us are pondering and which very few of us can answer in a way that satisfies us. No, therp is not a man in this prison that knows for certain what he is going to do till the time comes to do it. I notice that a large majority of those fellows who tell you of the great things they are going to accomplish when they get out are the very fellows that never accomplish any thing. It is time enough to bid the devil good morning when you meet him. But there is another question, my friend, that every one of us can answer; and on that answer will depend largely, if not wholly, the results of our future. That question is, “What sort of a man am 1 going to be?” If you are going to live a good, straight life, which is possible, you need not have any fear. You can find a way to get along when the time comes. But if you do not make up your mind to be honest then it matters little where you go and what yon do, for you will never be safe, and when you least expect it you will be found out. Life at its best is a warfare, so do not expect to go through the campaign without having to fight battles. Were there no bat ties there would be no victories; were there no victories there would be no glory. Now, my friend, knowing as you do that you have a great battle to fight when you face the cold world again, you should so tight that even your enemies will respect you. A good soldier will push to the front in the battle while the coward will hang back and seek some place of safety at the rear. Mr. “Francis” would have us quit the field without firing a shot. I agree with him as far as avoiding old associates is con cerned. We should never bring on an en gagement, but when attacked, as we will surely be, we should stand firm—the eyes of the world will be upon us. We have our all at stake and in order to redeem our lost character we must fight and fight hard. Ask all these men here what was the cause of there downfall, and nine out of ten will reply, “Whisky.” Well, I have been from one end of this country to the other and I know of no town in it where you cannot get whisky if you try. So, if that is your weak ness, it will have the same power over you in one place that it will in another. I said before that we should have a pur pose In life; 1 say so now. We should make up our minds to live honorable lives. That is the purpose I mean. Which of two men going out of here is deserving of the most credit, the one that goes back to his home and friends deter mined to show to the world —not by words but by actions —that he can yet be a man. and that it was mistaken in thinking him the miserable outcast that it did. or the oue that sneaks off to bury himself in some out of the way place like a coward? But circumstances alter cases. I know there are some who have good reasons for going where none know them. I agree with “Francis” in that it would be very foolish to run unnecessary risks. But I repeat that if there is nothing in the way more than that you are an ex-convict do not let it make an exile of you. Dexter. Many men who complain of working “as hard as a truck-horse,” probably allude to the time that the truck is standing on the corner waitlug for a job.—Puck. Business. What Shall I Dot For The Mirror. Thoughts for Thinkers. Where hard work kills one man, worry buries a dozen. Everything good in a man thrives beat when properly recognized. The man who borrows trouble always has to pay big interest. You are not helping your own crops any, by finding fault with your neighbor’s plow ing. Men are builders of their own destiny, and more especially of the destiny of their children. It is sometimes easier to prove a lie than it is to prove the truth, but you can’t prove it as long. The keenest ax with which to hew the human heart into a piece of ice is. that of ingratitude. * Our grand business in life is not to see what lies dimly in the distance, but to do what lies clearly at hand. In the blackest soil grows the richest flowers, and the loftiest and strongest trees spring heavenward among the rocks. The wave is mighty, but the spray is weak; And often thus our great and high resolves, Grand in their forming as an ocean wave Break in the spray of nothing. Heavy Thoughts. They are doing a stave ing business in the tub and pail shop. Question: Is Deputy Lemon’s assistant a Lemon aid? Yes; “with a stick.” don’t shoot.) When you can’t figure out any good, sound, legitimate reason why you should be anything else, you may safely conclude that you ought to be a man. The devil’s success in business is partly due to strict attention to his own affairs, partly to the large amount of free advertis ing given him by his opponents. Hobs: Did you ever know a person who was so near sighted that he could not tell which side his bread was buttered on? Nobs: No; but I’ve seen a man who was so ignorant he couldn’t tell where his own interests lay. R. M. Age of Presidents. General Grant attained the Presidency at an earlier age than any other President of the United States. He was 47 years old when inaugurated. Next comes Grover Cleveland, who was 48 years old at the date of his inauguration. Franklin Pierce and James A. Garfield were both 49 years old. These are the only ones inaugurated under 50 years of age. The oldest President was William Henry Harrison, aeed 68, when he entered upon the office, and he lived only a month. The next oldest was James Buchanan, 66 years; Zachary Taylor was 65; George Washington was 57 years old when he became President; Jefferson and Madison were both 58, and Monroe 59 years old. General Andrew Jackson was in augurated at the age of 62. —St. Louis Republic. Fire tlie Gun and All. In the Crimean war a raw recruit was told oft to watch the fire of the Russian ar tillery and cry out to his comrades when shot, shell or rocket was fired, so that they might be prepared for it. He gave the sig nal “shot!” “shell!” “shot!” “shell” punct ually until he saw a rocket, which of course is a long, tube like missile. It was the first he saw, and imagining it was a cannon, he yelled out: “Tare an’ ages, boys, the gun an’ all is cornin’! If the Rooshians are coming after it they won’t lave a mother’s son of us alive.” —Irish Times. A German Legend. The Germans have a story which the home-loving people love to repeat. A father, when his daughter became a bride, gave her a golden casket, with the injunc tion not to pass it into other hands, for it held a charm which, in her keeping, would be of inestimable value to her as mistress of the house. Not only was she to have the entire care of it. but she was to take it everv morning to the cellar, the kitchen, the dining-room, the library, the bed-room, and remain with it in each place for five min utes, looking carefully about. After the lapse of three years the father was to send the key. that the secret talis man might be revealed. The key was sent. The casket was opened. It was found to contain an old parchment on which was written these words: “The eyes of the mis tress are worth 100 pairs of seivants’ hands.” The wise father knew that a practice of the inspection followed faith fully for three years would become a habit and be self perpetuated—that the golden casket and hidden charm would have ac complished their mission.—Somerville Jour nal. “Guard, I want to get a compartment all to myself on this train.” “Can’t arrange it. sir. You want to sleep, I suppose.” “No, not that; but I’m a misanthropist. I hate to have men about me.” “Ah. then we can fix you! This way, sir! Cattle car at the end of the platform!”—Fliegende Blatter.