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THURSDAY, May 19. 1892. PRISON OFFICIALS. MANAGERS. EDWIN DUNN. President Eyota. JOHN F. NORRISH Hastings. JAB. 8. O’BRIEN Stillwater. F. W. TEMPLE Blue Earth City. M. O. HALL Duluth. RESIDENT OFFICIALS. ALBERT GARVIN Warden. F. H. LEMON Deputy Warden. FRANK BERRY Clerk. B. J. MERRILL Physician. MRS. H. A. WALKER Matron. J. H. ALBERT Protestant Chaplain. CHARLES CORCORAN ...Catholic Chaplain. PRISON AGENT. CLARK CHAMBERS Owatonna. BASEBALL. The following is the standing of the clubs in the Western and National Leagues, with the num ber of games won and lost and the percentage of games won up to yesterday’s date: AVESTERN LEAGUE. W. L. P. W. L. P. Columbus....l(i (5 .727 Toledo 7 9 .43S Milwaukee... 12 5 ,706 St. Paul 5 10 .33.1 Kansas City.. 10 7 .588 Minneapolis ..4 11 .207 Omaha 9 9 .500 Indianapolis.. 1 S .111 NATIONAL LEAGUE. W. L. P W. L. P. Boston 20 0 .769 Louisville 13 1.3 .500 Brooklyn 14 8 .030 Chicago 12 12 .500 Cleveland.... 13 10 .505 Washington.. 11 12 .478 New Y0rk...13 VI .52( Philadelphia.il 16 .407 Cincinnati.... 14 13 .51! St. Louis 7 19 .269 Pittsburg 13 13 .601 Baltimore ... 0 17 .261 LOCAL PICKINGS. —Minnesota spring began Sunday morning. —One arrival and six departures during the past week. —The cellroom is receiving its spring white washing. —Spring is laying her green carpets over the surrounding hills. —Col. Clarke Chambers, the prison agent, was here last Thursday. —Foreman McKellar has been moving and is at home now at the corner of Linden and Fifth Sts. —One Ramsey county citizen arrived Saturday evening to make a short stay of ten years and six months. —Mrs. Tams Bixby. Mrs. W. L. McCracken and Mr. Sames Humes were shown the prison Tuesday by the Deputy Warden. —Statement of population May 18: Working for Thresher Co.. 102; working for state, 101; sick and infirm, 3. Total population, 326. —Turnkey Meehan went to St. Paul yesterday. His bachelor brethren were worried a good deal about it, but they hoped for the best. —Mr. and Mrs. Robert Roberts, of St. Paul, were through the prison Tuesday with Engineer Jones and wife. They will be MIRROR readers from now on —On Saturday one of the inmates, who had been declared insane by Drs. Merrill and Clark, was taken to the St. Peter asylum by Ass’t Deputy Glennon. —lt is a peculiar fact that while a milk dealer is awaiting trial for selling adulterated milk that rich cream will rise on the milk supplied his faith ful customers. —Otto Korn, who lived with his parents just north of the prison, was killed by an elevator in the factory of the Stillwater Manufj < turing com pany Tuesday morning. —A number of young trees were planted around the prison plaza Monday, but it is hoped that none of us may be here when their spreading branches afford shelter for man and beast. —The frescoed walls of the hospital department are being washed down. The application of hot water and soap has a striking effect, bringing out the paints as bright as the day they were laid on. —An office is being partitioned off in the south west corner of the engine room. The partitions will be mostly glass, and there will be two doors, one on the north side, the other on the east side. The place will be used as a stock room also. —There was a case of mysterious disappearance at the prison Monday. Every one was becoming very uneasy and there was talk of advertising and of dragging the lake, but Tuesday morning the lost one returned and explained how he had missed the train. —Scene—Corner of Cellroom: Dramatis personae —Heavyman, Foxterrier, Rat, Table, Lamp, Chair. Act I. Enter Sir Rat. Act 11. Heavyman- Foxterrier-Rat-Lamp-Table-Chair conglomeration. Act 111. Same as Act 11. and exit of Rat. Finale. Darkness, heavy breathing, and a receding ki-yi, ki-yl, ki-yi, ki-yi. —Steward Benner has a piece of dog of the fox terrier breed. Where the other piece is no one knows, but as the biting end is intact it does not matter. Being a very sociable dog he no doubt feels sorely embarrassed for the want of a tail. It is really sad to see how little expression he is able to throw into his friendly demonstrations. —Puck’s double-page cartoon of May 18th is en titled, "Then and Now.” “Then” the "plain old forefathers” amassed fortunes by trading with the Indians; “Now” their descendants dissipate those fortunes in "making monkeys of themselves,” which transformation they accomplish in a vari ety of idiotic ways, pleasantly set forth by the artist. —The Turnkey’s office was turned into a court room Tuesday forenoon. There cwere lawyers, witnesses, a judge and a crowd of onlookers. The matter under consideration was the taking of an inmate’s deposition for use in a civil action to recover something or other out of a bank wreck. Judge Netheway, of Stillwater, presided and Sen ator J. A. Beck and Mr. C. G. McClellan were the attorneys. —The North Hill band was out practicing some new pieces the other night for the Memorial Day parade. The boys are not accustomed to tooting and walking at the same time, and people who live along the route say it was simply horrible. They stopped in front of Foreman Bronson's house and played a piece. He says that he en dured it tolerably well, but that he has not seen his valuable dog since. —To new arrivals. If you wish to you may send your copy of THE MIRROR to your friends. Write the address plainly on the margin of the pa. per, overjthe heading, and place it on your door Friday evening before 7 o'clock. It will be taken up and mailed in a wrapper. You will not be per mitted to write anything more than the address, and your 6wn name if you choose, on the paper. The paper will not be sent if badly soiled. —Our local photographer took his first shot Sat urday, and he got a picture. He is an amateur and this sudden success threw him into a high state of excitement. He has learned all he knows of the art from books, and this was the first oppor tunity he had had of testing the worth of his knowledge. His stud io is well adapted to the bus iness, though somewhat bare, considering that it is the art gallery of the community. THE MIR ROR has some unmounted works of art that it will gladly contribute. —Among the furniture of the new office of the binding twine factory are two articles worthy of special attention. One is a calendar for 1892 hand-made throughout even to the hanging; the other article is a hand-made waste basket woven out of binding twine around a frame work of wood. They are both the handiwork of the clerk. He missed his vocation when he failed to go into the manufacture of the unique. Perhaps he may be induced to make up a collection of articles for exhibition in the Chamber of Horrors at the World's Fair. Tlie World’s Columbian Exposition. Send 50 cents to Bond & Co., 570 Rookery, Chi cago, and you will receive, post paid, a four hun dred page advance Guide to the Exposition, with elegant Engravings of the Grounds and Buildings, Portraits of its leading spirits, and a Map of the City of Chicago; all of the Rules governing the Exposition and Exhibitors, and all information which can be given out in advance of its opening. Also other Engravings and printed information will be sent you as published. It will be a very valuable Book and every person should secure a copy. District Court Sketches. There is one very amusing phase of the cere monies attendant upon the arraigning of grand jury criminals in the district court, and that is the assigning of attorneys by the judge for pen niless criminals who provokingly insist on plead ing “not guilty,” thereby plunging the county into the expense of attorneys, juries and other court luxuries. For instance, F. Phillip Haver sham (that name will do) says he isn’t guilty of robbing a citizen of $2.50 worth of chicken feed; that he is “dead broke” and wants an attorney to defend him. There are a score, perhaps, of at torneys waiting for such^naps —at $lO per snap and when F. Phillip speaks a ray of brightness passes over a score of legal faces. The judge in variably looks at the prisoner in a way, as much as to say, “I wish, F. Phillip, my boy, you’d plead guilty and settle this business, but if you insist on a trial why of course you must have one.” Then aloud, “Mr. Shyster,” referring to some one of the score, "will you please look after Mr. Haver sham's case?” Mr. Shyster has drawn a prize and no blank! He quickly makes his way to the bar where the prisoner is standing, melancholy enough, looks over the indictment and then, as if inspired, takes in the situation at a glance and the tull purport of the indictment, too. “We’ll plead not guilty to this, your honor,” speaks up Mr. Shyster. He always says “we” when referring to the client and himself. It makes the client feel there is a bond of fraternity between them. That disposes of the case for the present and a date is set for the trial. And so on down the list; some attorneys draw prices, some blanks. Maybe, if Shyster is anxious to try a case, for practice, as it were, he will take the prisoner s case to trial, and maybe, if he is lazy and thinks, from a judicial standpoint, that Haversham has a blue case, and that conscientiously Haversham should plead guilty, he will change “Our” plea to guilty. Of course, Haversham gets a sentence, but Shyster gets the $lO county fee just the same as If he had tried the case, so he is not affected a bit. A short time ago, a prisoner was so assigned to a “court attorney,” who said, ‘'we’ll plead not guilty” in the usual time-honored way. Then he put his head with his client's and conferred on the case but for a minute. The client didn’t look very happy at what the jurist said, but the jurist nodded his head, reassured him and hurried back' to the bar. “Your honor,” he said to the court, “we have decided to change our plea to guilty.” The pris oner got a two years’ sentence and the attorney a 10 dollar bill. The attorney was afterward seen to settle himself in a corner of the court room and peacefully drift off into dreamland. A half a dozen more prisoners came up for ar raignment the same day and were disposed of and then another indicted one asked for an attorney. The sleeping jurist was by this time the only available “legal timber” at hand so the judge woke him up and handed the new prisoner over to his tender mercies. The “jurist.” rubbing his eyes, sauntered to the *lO goal once more and had just said: “Your honor we’ll plead”—when up spake the accused: “Your honor, do I have to have this man take my case?” The court said, “yes.’’ “Then your honor,” and there was a tone of grim humor in the prisoner's voice as he spoke, “I’ll plead guilty.” He might have been a criminal deep and dark hued but he saved the county *lO. —Minneapolis Journal. Character In the Thumb. Probably the only use a phrenologist would make of the thumb in determining character would be in the use of his own to feel the bumps on the head of his victim, and yet there is no part of a person in which character is better portrayed than in the thumb. Man is the only animal that possesses a thumb. “The superior animal,” said Buf fon, “is shown in the hand; humanity is revealed in the thumb.” Some of our most observant writers are aware of this. Bul wer, for instance, in his novel. “The Com ing Race,” makes the Gy allude to the weak thumb of the hero, and predict that no per son with such small thumbs could use their mode of locomotion with safety. Weak minded persons and children most always have a habit of turning the thumb into the palm of the hand and closing the lingers upon it. Again, you will find that men of action, that is, men who find it easier to follow than to lead, will have the thumb of the right hand better developed than that of the left. From this we would infer that leaders or those accustomed to command, will have the left thumb strongest or best developed and such is invariably the case. Small hands with tapering lingers may look very pretty when attached to a dude or sculptor’s model, but they are like a doll’s face, totally devoid of character; but this is the case only when they are soft as well as small. Small hands do not indicate weakness any more than small heads indi cate lack of brain power; it is to the text ure of the hand rather than the shape that we must look. Soft, flabby hands are al ways a sign of weakness; short, stubby ones generally belong to stupid, slowgding persons. Active, energetic persons have big. boney fingers arid firm palms. The ideal hand of a man is always full and firm without hardness, smooth and transparent, showing good circulation and lots of vital ity; it is always clean and ever ready to lend its aid to a hand weaker than itself. Lacon. Convicts’ Wives. The man to Jove his suit preferr’d; He begg'd a wife; his prayer was hea rd. Jove wonder’d at his bold addressing; For how precarious is the blessing!—Gay. One of the late numbers of The Mirror contained an article headed “Convicts’ Wives” and signed “Civilized.” As the question put before us has intrinsically a great importance and involves a large inter est within our walls, I might be allowed probably to ask a few explanations and to add occasionally a few remarks. 1 do not know exactly what Mr. C. un derstood by higher and lower circles or by higher walks and humbler paths, as he calls them. We are in the United States and not in Europe. The constitution of the United States does not recognize a nobility brought into existence either by birth, tradition or promotion, and the only nobility truly ap preciated here is the nobility of the soul. You can find her in the hut as well as in the palace. “In America everybody is his own ancestor,” said a jocular French writer. It is true, however, that we are making a distinction between a gentleman and a lady on one side, and those who are neither gentlemen nor ladies on the other side, but the distinction is made on a basis of education, training and refinement only, without regard to the financial standing of the concerned parties, or their sometimes humorous peregrination on the imaginary step ladder of their social pedigree. I make no mistake when I say that the classifica tion of society in higher and lower circles or spheres has positively nothing whatever to do with the real cause of a happy or un happy marriage. Mr. C. tried to explain and support his theory by a few instances taken out of real life. He relates them with a realism, which seems to prove that he is only one of the audience, and not of the stage. The test of morality is not in the individual, but in the masses—not in exceptional cases, but in the state of society. The sentence that society is the individual multiplied is erroneous as far as it concerns the quality and it can be applied to the quantity only. * , y ■ Vh .•* The English language is rich in so many beautifully worded sentences without any real meaning or sometimes with double meaning that a man cannot be careful enough in selecting the way in which to use them. We don’t know sometimes where from we get the first wrong impression of a thing, but we know exactly that its repeti tion seems to deepen the groove of|the mis take, and that our familiarity with it shapes the mistake in the form of a fictitious truth, which is therefore misleading. Every ques tion ought to be judged by its dominant motives and its average results. When two years ago we had the opportu nity to lead in all the papers different opinions relating to the question—“ls mar riage a failure?”—we could see distinctly that the old proverb—Quot homines, tot sententife (Many men, many minds) —is quite true. It is hard to please everybody. For instance, do I please you to day with my opposition? I am sure I do not. I have opponents too, and I know it. Shall that hinder me from writing? Hush! Before I took the pen to write for The Mirror I intended to ask one of the Saints to help me out, but I do not know which one of them is my particular patron, and I did not dare to ask All Saints at once, as I was afraid they would carry me too far. So I am trying to do the best I can. The very decided impulse, which has been recently given to the marriage ques tion. is due entirely to the energy and sa gacity of the press. Even The Prison Mirror is not much behind the time and found a “His Honor” in the person of “Ra meous.” Cynicus, his friend, is quite sure that love expressed in songs is insanity, wherefor “Rameous” sentences him to go as an apprentice to a tannery, though for the life of me I do not see how a tannery can improve his taste for music. Another writer somewhere else thinks, that hefound the real reason of an unhappy marriage in the grammar. He thinks that two persons are entirely sufficient for the conjugation of the verb “love.” It is such a little verb, you know. And it is not a joke either, he is very serious about it. He means what he says, and he says that the third person in conjugation of the verb “love” is super fluous, entirely unnecessary. It spoils the harmony, the fine feeling of the language. He declares with a painful expression of countenance, that two is company and three is a crowd, and he ought to know. Each one of all the other writers or nearly each one of them is inclined to make the woman the responsible party. Why not the man or both parties alike? It is a matter of fact anyhow, that “When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.” If you do not believe it, ask Nathaniel Lee —he told you so in liis history of Alexander the Great. I know only one writer, who defends the woman with a real energy and this is Thomas Hood, when he says: But alas! alas! for the woman’s fate. Who has from a mob to choose a mate! “I'is a strange and painful mystery! But the more the eggs, the worse the hatch; The more the fish the worse the catch; The more the sparks, the worse the match: Is a fact in Woman’s history. It is no exaggeration to assert, that where the marriage is founded on true love, moral ity and virtues of similar character, the wife will never desert her husband in his hour of trouble. But how many couples have been rendered miserable by entirely opposite tastes and inclinations! Leo. A good way to make momey—Do it hon estly. , Wanted to know if the nightmare is a horse on the fellow who has it? Boys, this is a good time of year to turn over new leaves, even the trees are doing it. The man who embraces every opportu nity which presents itself is more liable to get into prison than into the legislature. Prison is a queer place. If overcrowded it is celldom full; if unoccupied it is celldom empty. In fact it is celldom itself whether occupied or empty. It is a curious fact that ministers of the Gospel and other good people who are sup posed to have no dealings with the devil are the verv ones who can tell us all about his ways of doing business. That "coming events cast their shadows before” is not always true. The pa role system, for instance, casts a beauti fully broad ray of light and hope before it. Some men blame whisky, while others blame the devil for their being in prison; but, for my part, I blame the fool killer, for if he had done his duty like a little man I should now be—ahem! (?) When you think yourself about the most unfortunate cuss on earth just look around and see how long it will be before you see some other fellow with whom you would not trade individualities even if he gave you a good sized gold brick to boot. Girls take my advice, don’t learn type setting. because you would have to associ ate with “the devil” and would be liable to get “lead” astray, even "the devil” himself gets “lead” astray in the printing business; at least, 1 have often noticed that when any “lead” gets astray “the devil” is blamed for it. It. M., 3309. Heavy Thought*.