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Edited anti Published by the Inmates of the Minnesota State Prison. Entered at the Post-office at Stillwater. Minn., as second-class mail matter. This paper will he forwarded to subscribers until ordered discontinued and all arrears are paid. Should THE MIRROR fail to reach a subscriber each week, notice should be sent to this office, and the matter will be attended to at once. Contributions solicited from any and all sour ces. Rejected manuscript will not be returned. THE MIRROR is issued every Thursday at the following rates: One Year ------ SI.OO Six Months - - - .50 Three Months ------ .25 To inmates of penal institutions, 50 cts. per year. Address all communications. Editor, PRISON MIRROR. Stillwater, Minn. THE .HIKHOK is a weekly paper published In the Minnesota State Prison. It was founded In 1887 by the prisoners and is edited and man aged by them. Its objects are to be a home newspaper; to encourage moral and intellectual Improvement among the prisoners; to acquaint the public with the true status of the prisoner; to disseminate penological information and to aid in dispelling that prejudice which has ever been the bar sinister to a fallen man's self-redemption. The paper is entirely dependent on the public for its financial support. If at any time there should accrue a surplus of funds, the money would be expended in the interests of the prison library. NOTICE. THOSE receiving copies of The Mir ror who are not subscribers will please consider them as sample cop ies. If, after reading them, you should conclude that Tiie Mirror is worthy of your patronage, send one dollar to this office and we will enter your name on our books for a year's subscription. To judge by our own handi craft some of us are exceedingly poor architects if “life is what we make it.” Some royal roads to success are bestrewn with political crutches and civil service rules cemented with social “influence.” One of the great troubles with most of us is that we purchase a trunk in which to store our troub les and a cigar box to hold our joys. The man who is thoroughly sin cere in whatever he undertakes never makes a failure he need be ashamed of. While he may not receive the full meed of success aimed for he generally improves his condition and is the better equipped for further efforts. As a strange reminder of the frailties of human nature the gov ernment statistics of the past few years show that the only two com modities that have not declined in general consumption are whisky and manufactured • tobacco; the latter has more than held its own in the form of cigarettes. All staple articles and bread stuffs de clined considerably in amounts used; but whisky and the little white coffin nails held their place. The Almighty never intended that any of us should make a living by stealing any more than that we should subsist by eating hay. All of us have a peculiar fitness for one particular line of work more than another. Take advantage of this fitness and make an effort to live as other mortals. If you feel that you were only built for a com mon laborer swallow your pride and jump in at that labor. Honesty adds dignity to any employment. The street sweeper is as far above a thief in true manliness as the sun is brighter than a match flame. The Prison Mirror is thorough ly appreciated by one of the scholars of the Red Wing high school. A member of the late graduating class took an article from our columns, changed it slightly, and hurled it with the eloquence of a Demosthenes at an admiring audience of friends at the high school commencement exercises in that city. We highly appreciate the compliment thus paid to one of our local contribu tors, and we admire the good taste shown by the graduate in his selection. We shall set an ex ample of charitable forbearance by refraining from publishing his name or the name of the article unless compelled to do so to prove our assertion. We wish him the best of luck in his path through life and hope that his longing for riches or literary fame will never overstep this little mistake. You may steal a man’s brains with im punity but do not touch his pocket book. State prisons are erected for the special benefit of despoilers of the latter class. The press of the country are not always aware of the valuable as sistance rendered embryo crim inals by publishing descriptions of crimes and “labor saving” recipes for business men in new methods of making transfer copies of letters written with ordinary ink. But a few days ago we saw in an eastern weekly journal a recipe that has been used by expert forgers for years but has not been known to many outside that class. It was published under the head of “Things Worth Knowing,” and turns out to be the identical process used in the great Bank of England forgery years ago, and is now submitted to business men as a “valuable process of making any number of copies of circular letters written with ordinary ink.” There are any number of impecunious young men who would not require a house to fall upon them in order to see other and dishonest uses for this “valuable process.” It is no uncommon occurrence to hear some sidewalk philosopher with hands deep down in his pockets, rail about the oppression of the wageworker and the middle class generally. He will rant about the lack of opportunity and the cruelty of monopolies and use other stereotyped excuses to show the impossibility of a man ever amounting to anything in this age. All the while you will notice that he keeps his hands buried in his pockets for rest, sweet rest. The trouble with most of us is we do not make any attempt to take ad vantage of the opportunities thrown in our way. There is too much of this “seeking for soft snap” doc trine about us. We are all anxious to drive the spirited tandem of suc cess but we hate to start in at the hostler’s duty connected therewith. All are desirous to be the lionized general,but few care to commence as the modest private. Some of the smartest men of the present day started in life in the lowliest call ings. None of them found success without making a vigorous hunt— and that hunt means work and pa tience. FIFTY-DOLLAR MEN LIVING AT A HLNDRFD-DOLLAR PACE The tendency of young men of the present day to be “just as good” as their fellows is paving the way to prison for many a poor fellow who at present is probably as honest and upright in his inten tions as it is possible for mortal to be. But he is gradually nearing the door of disgrace and only the interposing hand of Providence can save him who expects to cut the same swath with a SSO salary as does he who receives SIOO. The philosophical raise their hands in holy horror and exclaim: “Why do not our young men get married and settle down?” Those who are able to, have not got time, and those who are willing have not got sufficient salary to live as the young woman of the period ex pects. The ones who are fortu nate enough to have a living salary are prematurely killing themselves in attempts to put on as much style and swagger as the man with unlimited means at his disposal. The race of fashion has reached such a hot pace that men who have sufficient income to live upon modestly find that they are handi capped in life if they are not able to furnish a hired girl, piano and bicycle to the woman of their choice. Women whose parents were compelled to toil hard in the lowliest callings now expect that the man who aspires to their hand must have the wherewithal to satisfy every fad of fashion’s crazy round. The result is that young men are attempting to live up to standards of worldliness far in excess of their income. Jackals aspire to be social lions, and the plodding mule to be a blooded racer. It is a pitiful sight to watch the course of the cheap clerk who at night and on holidays must shine as brightly as the fortunate sons of his rich employer. He will spend his last cent to “stand treat” rather than appear “slower” than his associates. It will not take long before he must devise means to supply this ever increasing de mand on his “worldly standing.” A check, a forgery, blasted career and state prison very often follow as natural sequences to such lives. It is one of the silliest foibles of our social life that a man can pos sibly be so crack-brained as not to see the dire results of such folly. We approve of young men having a certain quantity of self-pride and ambition to shine in the world; but no one can look complacently on a fifty-dollar man striving to live a hundred-dollar life without wondering what the ultimate out come must be. Only too often it leads to a shattered life that can be repaired only by starting at the bottom of the ladder again. SCANDAL MONGERS. One of the most disagreeable sides to the ordinary community is the avidity with which a large number of its members will grasp at every slight failing of a fel lowman and herald it from neigh bor to neighbor as a sweet morsel of ambrosia. There has been more trouble caused in the world by the wanton conduct of the “cabin hunter” than may legitimately be attributed to any other single source. In the politest society as in the lowliest hut representa tives of the scandal-monger are to be found breaking the news of an other’s error to a usually apprecia tive audience. There are people in this world whose principal enjoyment centers in the “pleasure” derived from silly gossip that is uttered with the sole intent of deriding their fellows, either as a class or indi vidually. And strangest of all is the fact that the scandal-monger is the first to resent the slightest word said that may be construed as deprecatory of himself, no matter how much truth there may be in it. He is extremely sensitive to the touch of idle gossip, yet he never thinks of the feelings of others when his own glib tongue is on the same foul mission. The frail vanity of men and women is grati fied by the eagerness with which their character-destroying gossip is generally listened to. It has become such a common affair in the world that the latest novelists and short story writers must have the clubman “telling the latest salacious bit of scandal,” and their female characters informing the suffering heroine’s friends of how so and so is “gadding about with strange stories of Lothario, etc.” Scandal-mongering it would ap pear, has been implanted as an “evil” that is necessary to the abiding pleasure of a complex so cial system. Most of the disciples of Mrs. Grundy are loth to think that they are committing a wrong in manufacturing and circulating the dainty morsels of gossip which bring such “comfort” to them. They would receive a terrible set back if the horrible results of their silly chatter could be brought to their notice in a tangible form. A story is going the rounds about a certain pious woman who would listen calmly to a tale against one of the neighbors in her village, and when the informant was through would say: “Come with me to our neighbor and we will ask if that be true?” The effect of this interrogative was usually startling to the tale-bearer. The cabin-hunter would generally try to hedge by saying that “perhaps it is not true; I may have been mistaken, etc.” But the good old lady would always insist upon finding out the facts from the most reliable source, and would go alone to the house to find out the truth regardless of the begging ap peals of her informant. What a grand missionary work could be done in our day by a few men and women impelled by the same honest spirit as that pious old lady! No reliance should be placed on the tales passed around by confirmed scandal-mongers. The man or woman who will carry to you a foolish story of another will also carry to that other a like story about you. 3§Si|2sfS» The Northwest Magazine, pub lished by E. V. Smalley, St. Paul, is an able exponent of the various resources of the section of our country indicated by its name. The June number contains an especially good article by Olin D. Wheeler entitled, “How To See Yellowstone Park.” Other articles of timely interest, and some well written short stories of typical western life give a zest to the mag azine that makes the most prosy subject interesting. Its editor, E. V. Smalley, is a well-seasoned newspaper man who long ago gained journalistic spurs on the metropolitan dailies of the east as well as in the section of his adop tion. The subscription price of the Northwest is $2.00 a year. At St. Patrice, near the ancient church dedicated to St. Patrick, which stands near the banks of the river, there is a black-thorn tree which blossoms and bears fruit in the depth of winter, says Donalioe’s Magazine. This extraordinary phe nomenon has been witnessed year after year from time immemorial, and always at the same period of winter; namely, at Christmas time. Now for the beautiful tradition which the inhabitants of St. Patrice give in explanation of phenom enon. Saint Patrick, while on his way to St. Martin at Tours, passed through this district; and, on com ing to the bank of the Loire, he sat down to rest beneath a black thorn tree. It was Christmas time; the cold was intense, and the snow covered the ground and every shrub and tree. But, even while Patrick rested, the tree in his honor expanded its branches, shook off the load of snow, and the next moment appeared in full blossom, forming a canopy as white as the snow itself. Saint Patrick shortly after crossed the Loire on his cloak; and ever since, at the same time of the year, the tree has never failed to blossom in honor of Saint Patrick. “So strong is the influence wielded by conscience, and so fre quently does it cause the wrong doer to atone for his sin, that for the past eighty-five years the Con science Fund has been officially recognized as one of the regular sources of revenue for the United States Government,” writes Clifford Howard in the June Ladies’ Home Journal. “During this time the consciences of the American peo ple have added to Uncle Sam’s resources at the rate of about three hundred dollars a month, or a total sum up to the present year of something over $300,000 —the amounts of the individual contri butions varying from a few cents to several thousand dollars. The smallest contribution ever made to the Conscience Fund was received in May, 1890, and consisted of a two-cent stamp, which was inclosed in the following letter of explana tion: ! I once sent a letter in with a photograph (unsealed,) which I have since learned was not lawful. I inclose stamp to make it right.’ By a curious coincidence the largest sum ever contributed reached the Treasury Department about the same time that the stamp was received. This was a bill of exchange for $14,225.15 which had been sent to the Sec retary of State by the Consul- General at London, to whom the money had been given by a clergy man on behalf of a person un known, no name being given.” A man laughs from a sense of humor; a woman from a sense of duty. —New York Press. A man may not like his wife’s taste in the selection of neckties, but he approves of her choice of a husband. —Up-To-Date. It will be like having an eye tooth pulled for Spain to have to pay Uncle Sam an indemnity for her barbarous treatment of Dentist Ruiz.—St. Louis Republic. There’s a new protest against the conviction of the defaulting bankers and boodle aldermen. The prisoners at Stillwater object to the admission of these people to their social circle. —St. Paul Dis patch. A daughter of Mary Elizabeth Lease, following in the footsteps of her voluble mother, is about to take the rostrum. Meanwhile old man Lease continues to take care of the house and raise the rest of the children as best he can. —Min- neapolis Tribune. The Harvard student who painted the statue of John Harvard red has been hunted to his lair by indig nant Harvard students and forced to quit the university. A student who will perpetrate such an out rage should be shut out of every college and university in the land. —Minneapolis Journal. “Wait —hold on, for heaven’s sake!” cried George, as Amelia was about to salute him in the usual way. He extracted two cigars from the upper left-hand pocket of his vest and laid them on the piano. “Now, then,” said he, “come to my arms!” —Harper’s Bazar. Look about you, and study those with whom you come in daily con tact and remember that he who lives for self and self alone is a failure, whilst he who renders honest loving service to his fellows, though he be poor and an outcast, unhonored and unsung, is to all eternity a noble success. —Mazeppa Independent. A young lady who studied theology and afterward concluded “only to be a minister’s wife” now again comes to the front with “the broken health” of her husband. And the church says he can take as long a vacation as he likes so long as he leaves his wife at home to do the preaching. —Chicago Inter Ocean. When a man’s airship drops three or four thousand feet it has> a tendency to displace confidence in the author a note or two. Re cently a “professor” was up among the little stars sailing around the moon, and he took a tumble with his wonderful invention. He is in • a proper condition to receive acci dent insurance and no doubt needs it, but the airship will be “scrapped.”—Stillwater Gazette. There are many colored justices - in the south, and the airs they put on are sometimes amusing. A negro had been convicted of stealing chickens, and sentence was about to be passed upon him. The old justice put on his glasses, and taking great pains to look over the top of them in an impressive manner said: “I finds de pris’ner guilty, and I heahby sentences him to hard work in de jail fo’ one year and 19 months.” —Youth’s Companion.