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Edited and 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 be 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 MIRROR 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 Tiie 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.
A man who can smile in adver
sity has an option on prosperity.
Calling attention to dirt in an
other man’s alley will not remove
filth from your own.
The man who is entirely absorbed
in himself is not the only sponge
in the apothecary’s shop.
In some of our larger cities the
proposed tax on bicycles has been
viewed by the wheeling fraternity
with as little favor as the tacks on
cycle paths.
Opportunities may come to
every man but it is better to go
out and look for them—hustle
them up in anticipation of their
friendly call.
The most fortunate occurrence
that could befall many men in and
out of prison is that they would
lose their temper and let it remain
lost for all time.
A recent authority says: “Pim
ples on the nose are frequently
caused by indigestion.” Very
strange, indeed. That word “In
digestion” sounds familiar, but we
can't place it. It used to be “Old
Oscar Pepper” and “Gucken
heimer” that controlled the pro
boscis decorating trade in our day.
A great many of us should get
down on our marrowbones daily to
thank a kind Providence, circum
stance, chance or whatever we may
attribute the luck to, that we do
not have to reap all that we have
sown. Many a one would hang
his head in shame if forced to
witness a complete harvest of his
folly.
The American heiresses who are
undertaking the perpetuation of
scrofula among the rakes of Euro
pean nobility should provide them
selves with a copy of England’s
Divorce Laws previous to handing
their fortune and worldly destiny
over to patrician roues. In Eng
land a man may be as impure and
rancid as the offscourings of
an abattoir, but so long as he does
not desert his wife or become
excessively cruel, the law holds
that she must live with him—yea,
“honor and obey him.” But, if
the woman commits the slightest
breach, that is sufficient to pro
cure a divorce, provided he wants
it. Little details of this kind
should be of interest to the daugh
ters of our millionaires, and other
damsels who are pining for an
alliance with titled nonentities.
It will be of great interest to
the world to know that consump
tion, except in its last stage, can
positively be cured by expert treat
ment in a certain climate. A san
atorium for this purpose was
erected at Boulder, Colo., a year
ago and the results thus far have
been truly marvelous. This san
atorium was not gotten up as a
money-making scheme to bleed
the purse of unfortunates. It is
owned and conducted by a phil
anthropic organization known as
the Colorado Medical, Missionary,
and Benevolent association. It is
now proposed to endow it so that
the thousands of indigent appli
cants who besiege the management
may be enabled to receive free
treatment, When it is known that
over 200,000 people die yearly in
the United States from pulmonary
tuberculosis, it will become ap
parent that no more worthy object
could appeal to the charitably in
clined. Considerable credit is due
to the Chicago Inter Ocean for the
prominence given to this worthy
cause in the issue of Monday last.
IGNORANCE AS A FACTOR IN
CRIME.
It is quite evident to many —at
least, so they claim—that if edu
cation is to be lauded as a deter
rent to crime it has proven a rank
failure in that crime is presumed
to be increasing abnormally. We
will not here go into any discussion
as to the normal or abnormal in
crease of crime. Admitted that
crime is increasing regardless of
the great progress in educational
facilities, the question naturally
arises: Is education of the com
mon-school order improving in its
moral element? We are grate
fully proud of the vast facilities
now open to American children.
The smallest hamlet may now
boast of its “little red school
house.” But have the changes
and improvements in its curricu
lum been made with the object of
training the moral as well as the
mental faculties of pupils? Has
as much attention been given to
moral training as to “Sloyd”—to
manual training?
Leaving such questions to the
intelligent reader, let us see if ig
norance is not the main factor in
perpetuating crime and degenerate
tendencies. At the present day
the ability to read and write is by
no means an education. There
was a time when the possessor of
such meagre accomplishments was
looked up to as an educated man.
Such time is past, however. In
this age it is next to impossible
for a man to avoid learning these
rudiments. Every man who can
saw a board and drive a nail is not
a carpenter. The man who can
barely read and write, and who
possesses no moral training by
which to properly guide these is
no more an educated man than is
the “wood-butcher” a carpenter.
Statisticians in making their
general reports of crime, assume
that every man who can laborious
ly sign his name is the possessor
of an “education,” and class him
as such. Now it is a well known
fact that at least half of the in
mates of penal institutions should
properly be classed as uneducated.
There never was and never will or
can be such a thing as education,
without its concomitant of moral
training. A man may be a gradu
ate in all the worldly arts taught
in our schools, and yet be a moral
ghoul, devoid of all respect for the
rights of others.
While it is manifest that a
proper moral conception is usually
instinctive with the human race,
it is equally well known that un
less this moral instinct is guided
as the intellect is developed it will
retrograde, or be entirely annihil
ated by the rank growth of animal
passions and appetites which it
was originally ordained should be
subservient to moral control.
Education, in its full sense, is
the surest antidote for crime. But
the mind and thoughts must be
trained in moral ethics as much so
as in worldly lore. Moral ignor
ance has ever been the inspiration
to, and abettor of crime. When
the world fully recognizes this fact
we may hope for a change in the
methods of educating the youth of
our land. In all ages up to the
present the only general interest
in crime or criminals taken by the
public was and is whatever enjoy
ment might be derived from read
ing of their nefarious misdeeds;
isolating them and occasionally
hanging one. No effort was made
to “cure” crime until a compar
atively few years ago. Now, how T
ever, society is gradually being
convinced that crime may be erad
icated to a great degree by proper
treatment of criminals. The prin
cipal means to this end will be in
dispelling the octopus ignorance
by the refulgent rays of moral
education.
“ MAKE HASTE, RET GO SLOW !»
Paradoxical as it may seem to
tell one “to hurry up, yet not to
rush,” no truer sentiment has ever
been expressed. It embodies the
means to the only success that has
ever been achieved. When the
anomalous phrase is examined
closely the simple yet pointed
logic it contains strikes the mark
with telling effect. It is on the
principle of “Fry your steak, but
don’t burn it.”
The author of this philosophical
aphorism w T as a man of our own
day, a pioneer editor of this state
and a literary worker whose kindly
pen v T as ever prolific in aiding the
down-trodden. Major T. M. New
son was a man who could always
see the silver lining to the darkest
cloud. He was the life of every
assembly of his fellowmen in which
he took part, and his pithy say
ings always bubbled over with
true philosophical wit. Yet in all
his writings he never gave utter
ance to a short sentence contain
ing so much sound sense in so
few words as when he said: “Make
haste, but go slow!”
The cause of a large part of all
the misery in the world is due to
the headstrong, stubborn manner in
which we rush into circumstances
and conditions of life without giv
ing the slightest thought to what
will be the requisite changes in
our mode of living. No better
illustration of this is needed than
the spectacle that daily greets the
reader of Klondike news. People
are turning their every belonging
into cash that they may purchase
passage to the new “land of prom
ise.” They will not give a second
thought to the hardships they are
facing. There is gold in the dis
tance—that is a sufficient magnet.
Do they read of the trails thereto
strewn with the bleached bones of
others who made the futile at
tempt at a wrong season of the
year? No; that does not interest
them. They see the gold, but not
the bones. The men who are
waiting at home, who “make haste,
but go slow!” will be the ones to
ultimately reap the harvest. Klon
dike will be but a metaphorical
repetition of the Waterloo chasm
or roadway that had to be filled
with the bodies of men and horses
to form a bridge that others might
succeed in crossing.
In our ordinary duties of life we
can find no more appropriate guide
than this little apl|orism. We can
make haste and vet go slow. Make
haste! do Lot srop to lounge, but
do stop to "fink. If you were
going on a journey afoot to a dis
tant point you would never think
of starting out in a haphazard way
without knowing the proper route
to take, would you? It would pay
you to go slow, to wait until a
reliable guide would direct your
steps in the proper path. We
have been given brains and a con
science as a mental and moral
guide. But do we refer to them
as often as we should? Had we
been advised by them most of us
would not be in this place. Had
the poor misguided mortals who
will ere long be famishing and,
mayhap, freezing to death in Al
askan defiles, been guided by their
brain rather than their vanity and
greed, many of them would prob
ably live to be prosperous
in Alaska under more favorable
circumstances. But this is not
the first time, nor unfortunately,
will it be the last, in which judg
ment has .been blinded by greed
and the glare of gold. And this,
too, notwithstanding the fact that
the ones who really reap the gold
en harvests are those who “Make
haste, but go slow.’*
Simon Pokagon, last chief of his
band of Pottawatomies, adds his
protest, in the American Monthly
Review of Reviews for September,
to that of Agent Terry and others
against the present absurd method
of naming the Indians in the West.
There is a very funny story in
the San Francisco Argonaut of
August 30tli under the title “In
Borrowed Plumes.” It is from the
pen of W. W. Jacobs, the new
English humorist, and narrates the
experience of a skipper who
gambled away all his clothes and
had to take his ship home while
dressed in his wife's gown.
The Home Magazine, published
in the interest of the Commercial
Travelers Home Association at
Bingliampton, N. Y., is rapidly
working its way in the lead of pop
ular periodicals among the reading
public. The September number
comes in a prettily designed new
cover that was the prize winner in
a contest for an original design of
cover for this popular magazine.
Jas. C. Green of New York is the
artist who won the prize, which
was conducted under the auspices
of the Sketch Club of New York.
An article in the September
number of McClure’s that gives
novel as well as timely information
is an account of “Life in the Klon
dike Gold Fields,” by a man who
has himself had an important share
in it for years past. The prover
bial “bad” man of the mines, it
appears, is unknown on the Klon
dike. The miners there enter and
work their claims, settle their dis
putes. and govern their affairs with
out violence or lawlessness. How
they live and how they work is
very simply and honestly told: and
there is some valuable instruction
as to routes, proper equipment, and
the opportunities of the country,
for people who are proposing to
settle there. The article is illus
trated from a series of recent pho
tographs, most of them hitherto
unpublished.
“Sometimes the characteristic
type of the American heroine of
fiction is vulgar, sometimes cold
hearted, or unkind, or wilful, or
indiscreet, but she is never stupid,”
writes “Droch” in the September
Ladies’ Home Journal. “That is
the verdict of contemporary ob
servers on the American girl.
Whatever she may be or do she
always has her wits about her: she
is ‘smart.’ While her father de
lights in managing factories, stock
operations, or railroads, she de
lights in managing men. And in
every kind of fiction which she
dominates the men seem to be
uniformly glad to be managed by
her. Often in fiction she has been
lacking in certain graces—chiefly
the supreme grace of tact. But
there are signs that our novelists
have discovered that the American
girl possesses this grace also, and
so it happens that today she trails
through fiction not only with fine
clothes, and a beautiful face, and
generous deeds, and witty, if im
pertinent, remarks —but there is
developing around her a gracious
manner, an unconscious simplicity
that shows itself in consideration
for the weakness of others—in ad
dition to that keen knowledge of
their foibles which was always
hers. What we have yet to hope
for is that her wealth or her pov
erty may be made less obtrusive
and less a significant part of her
always attractive personality.”
Klondike whisky is sold in tents.
The result is usually also intense.
—St. Paul Globe.
Some men are willing to give
their lives for their wives, but their
pocket-books are not included.
—Up-To-Date.
Great Britain has another of her
nasty Indian wars on hand. They
are something like our own Indian
wars, the result of sutlers.—Minne
apolis Times.
Two dozen old maids in Ottawa,
Kan., have organized a brass band.
Now we expect to hear that the
old bachelors of that town have
also gone on a toot. —Lake City
Republican.
Denver is excited over a dog that
smokes cigarettes. We would like
to wager that they are not the brand
used here on street car platforms.
No dog would smoke them.—Min
neapolis Journal.
Spain’s new Premier says he is
going to stand by Weyler. He is
likely to find this somewhat diffi
cult, owing to the fact that Weyler
is on the run a good deal of the
time. —Cleveland Leader.
A poetess in the Wellesley Mag
azine asks her lover to kiss her
with his eyes. It is a matter of
conjecture whether lie had been
smoking cigarettes or she had been
reading those microby kiss stories.
—Denver Post.
It is no use to go to Klondike
and freeze “to make a raise” or
“make a break.” Go right down
on ’change; it furnishes about the
same chances, and you can sweat
comfortably instead of freezing
while the performance proceeds.
—lnter Ocean.
It is not the absence of anger,
but ability to control and to limit
it, that we honor in a man. Never
to be angry speaks of weakness
rather than strength,and supineness
rather than energy. —Philadelphia
Saturday Eve. Post.
The pleasant Turkish pastime
of cutting otf the hands and feet of
nuns, then tying the unfortunate
women to trees and abandoning
them, is an evidence of the Moham
medan confidence that has grown
since the Greek campaign.—St.
Louis Post-Dispatch.
King Alexander of Servia finds
it hard to get a wife of royal blood
because his grandfather was a
swineherd. And yet a prevailing
characteristic of royalty in all
times has been the disposition to
hog everything in sight.—St. Louis
Republic.
There is no need of worrying
about The Prison Mirror. The
object of a paper is “to get there
and stay there.” The editor of
The Mirror has done that, and
there is no need of worrying about
him, unless some one wants to.
give him a better job.—St. Peter
Journal.
The one-armed man with brains:,
is not much inconvenienced. The
one-armed man who has invented
a system by which six telegrams
can be sent over a single wire at
the same time would have accom
plished less with half a dozen arms
than he has achieved with his one.
brain. —St. Louis Post-Dispatch.
To avoid mistakes by druggists
or the people Germany has a law
requiring that all drugs intended
for internal use shall be put up in
round bottles, and all intended for
external use in hexagonal bottles.
It would not be a bad law if made
general in the United States
“ Mistakes in the bottle” have been
a frequent cause of death.—Chicago
Inter Ocean.

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