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5 he Ibeisun Haircut. Edited and Published by the Inmates of the Minnesota State Prison. Entered at the post office at Stillwater, Minn., as second-class nail natter. This paper will be forwarded to subscribers until ordered discontinued and all arrears are paid. Should THE MIRROR fall 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 all sources. Rejected manuscript will not be returned. THE MIRROR is issued every Thursday at the following rates: One Year - -- -- -- -- -- - SI.OO Six Months - -- -- -- -- -- - .60 Three Months - -- -- -- -- - - .25 To inmates of penal Institutions 50 cts. per year Address all communication, 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 aformation 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 nterests of the prison library. AX Li PERSONS receiving copies of THE MIRROR who are not on our regular lists will please consider such as sample copies. If, after reading, you conolude that THE MIRROR is worthy of patronage send your name to this office for a trial subscription at rates as published above. Tom Sharkey says he can’t carry on two grafts at one time, and so has retired from the prize ring for good. He evidently means what he says; other wise he wonld not be 60 frank. The prize ring is a graft and has been a graft for a good many years — ever since the Corbett-Snllivan fight in fact. And the outsider who risks his money on the outcome of fight differs from the countryman who bought the Chicago Masonic Temple building of a confidence man only in degree. The truth is that any form of sport into which professionalism enters is a graft. How can it be otherwise? The competitors enter the contest only for the money there is in it; and if there is more money in losing than in winning why of course they lose. Any argument to the contrary is speoious. Mr. Sharkey has worked the public to the tune of seventy or eighty thousand dollars by the prize fight graft and now that it is about played out he is going to quit. As a parting shot he gives the snap away. Following in the path blazed by the Denver public library, the Omaha pnblic library recently barred “Huckleberry Finn” from its shelves on the ground of immorality. The Omaha World-Herald wired Mark Twain for an expression of opinion on the subject, and received the following reply: , Dear Sir:—Your telegram has arrived, but as I have already said all I want to say concerning Hack Finn's new adventures, there is no need to say it over again. lam making this remark by mail instead of telegram in order to secure speed; your courtesy requires thiß promptness of me. Lately it has twice taken a telegraphic dispatch four hchirs and a quarter to reach me here from Boston, a distance of forty or fifty miles; therefore, if I should answer you by that vehicle I estimate that it would be upward of eight days on the wire, whereas I can get it to you by mail in two. lam tearfully afraid this noise is doing much harm. It has started a number of hitherto spotless people to reading Huck Finn, out of a natural human curiosity to learn what this is all about—people who had not heard of him before; people whose morals will go to wreck and ruin now. The publishers are glad, but it makes me want to borrow a handkerchief and cry. I should be sorry to think it was the publishers themselves that got up this entire little flutter to enable them to unload a book that was taking too much room in their cellars, but you never can tell what a publisher will do. I have been one myself. W. S. Stratton, who died at his home in Colorado Springs Sunday night was one of the com paratively small number of very rich men in America who acquired fortunes entirely through their own efforts, and not through the skillful em ployment of other men or by manipulating the stock market. Ten years ago Mr. Stratton was a carpenter working for the regular wage of carpenters. He spent half his time at his trade and the other half working on a claim he had staked out on Battle Mountain in Cripple Creek. He knew something of mining and had unbounded faith in the future of his claim—a faith which long continued disappoint ment and the jeers of prospectors failed to shake. The miners called him “that crazy carpenter over on Battle Mountain.” There is a story current in Cripple Creek—which may easily be the truth—that on the day Mr. Stratton finally struck the-great chimney of gold ore that was to malte him rich “beyond the dreams of avarice” and the I Independ ence mine one of the most famous in America —on that day, so the story runs, the mortgage on the claim fell due, and had the “strike” occurred twenty four hours later Mr. Stratton Would have continued to work at his trade while some one else would have enjoyed the fruits of his labor. .NOTICE. MARK TWAIN. Unlike many men who “strike it rich” in mines, Mr. Stratton never permitted his wealth to turn his head. His dislike for vulgar ostentation was intense; he always lived modestly, almost frugally considering his means, and while he gave away large sums of money in charity and for the further ance of education he invariably stipulated that his name must not appear in the transaction. In fact, Mr. Stratton proved himself to be a* gentleman in the true sense of that much abused word. The future will see many large fortunes taken from the treasure houses of the Rocky mountains, but the “fickle goddess” Will bestow her favors on none more worthy of them than W. S. Stratton. In one of his recent letters to the New York Times , Mr. William L. Alden comments on the number of photographs illustrating the coronation issues of the London daily and weekly papers, and concludes that the dissemination of news by means of pictures is a relic of barbarism. The savage, he argues, can understand a picture long before he understands writing, and may not the present day preference for them over writing be an instinct inherited from our arboreal forefathers? “As aids to comprehending the nature of the coronation ceremonies,” says Mr. Alden, “pictures are of much less value than written descriptions.” As a.litterateur Mr. Alden’s ability is universally recognized, but he appears to have overlooked the most salient point of modern journalism—the art of telling the news in all its detail in as little space as possible. “To glance with an eye,” says Walt Whit man, “confounds the learning of all times.” A picture" is more convincing than a description, whether it be a picture of a horse, a volcanio eruption or a royal pageant. It is more convincing and it saves time for the reader and space in a paper. And when one forms an impression of an event from a photograph one has the evidence of one’s own senses —an important item in this sceptical age. Few people nowadays buy newspapers to read carefully. They buy them to skim through on the train o/r to glance over hurriedly during business hours. The headlines and pictures have got to tell the gist of the news; the story gives the details. And if the paper is not “made up” so the reader can tell at a glance which of the various news items are likely to interest him, the chances are, against its suocess. The Sunday issue furnishes long descrip tions as well as pictures, thereby presenting the sub ject dealt with very completely. Take it all in all, the world does quite as much solid reading today as it ever did. If the annual output of the publishing bouses is a criterion, more reading is done today than in bygone times. The stream of books flowing from the presses is as wide and deep as the Amazon and only a small percentage of them are illustrated. As each one finds a home in some library, it is only reasonable to suppose that they all find readers. Mr. Alden makes the mistake of imagining that everyone has as much leisure to devote to reading descriptions as he has, and so neglects to see that illustrated papers are a natural offspring of a busy age. There is a good deal said about progress just now, apd very naturally too, for the wortd is advanc ing noticeably in many ways; but once in a while one cannot help wondering how long it will be before the United States will progress far enough, before it will be honest enough, to insist that all the laws on the statute books shall reflect the sentiments of the people, instead of being, as some of them are now, merely devices to cajole the churchgoing voter. If, for example, gambling and the form of vice spoken of as the social evil are, as many honest, clear-headed men say they are, necessary evils, why are there state laws prohibiting them, and in the case of the latter, attaching the penalty of penal servitude to the person convicted of the offence? To regulate these evils? Surely villages, towns and municipalities could accomplish this as well as the state. A state law should apply with equal force to all portions of the commonwealth. If it fails to do this, it has no excuse for existence. How many of the respectable people who, during the last four or five years, have held up their hands in holy horror at the pdlice corruption that has been exhumed in different parts of the country have ever stopped to ask whether they themselves were not somewhat to blame for existing conditions? How many of them have remembered that a policeman in any of our large cities is forced to countenance crimes whioh are punishable, according to present laws, with four or five years in state’s prison; that he must lend his tacit approval to said offensjjp or lose his position? As things are now, police officers are expected by their superiors and by the public to be, to all intents and purposes, accessories before the fact to certain penal offenses and at the same time to preserve law and order. From each a false posi tion to the actual commission of crime by accepting a bribe is only a short step. Laws that are not enforced, that are notin tended to be enforced, should be repealed. Cer tainly they should not be left on the statute books for the corruption of public servants. This is no more than common sense, and no argument in behalf of expediency will controvert it. There can be no real progress until men are honest with themselves. ODDS AND ENDS. Worrying is one of the most unprofitable habits with whioh man or woman is afflicted. It has been truly said that enough vital energy has been wasted in useless to run all the affairs of the world. # * * Jane Woolsey of Litchfield, Kentuoky, arrested for making moonshine whisky, weighs 430 pounds. She was too large to be taken in a carriage and had to be hauled to the county seat in a wagon. Arriving at Owensboro, the county seat, it was found that she was too large to be taken up the narrow stairs leading to the oourtroom and the commissioner telegraphed to Washington for permission to hold court in the open air. Corn whisky must have agreed with Jane. * # Referring to the articles “A Woman’s Heart” and “Pertaining to Les Femmes,” in late issues of The Mibbor, maybe the experi ences of A. A. R. have been such as to cause him to be slightly biased in favor of women as against men, which may account in a measure for his sentimental op timism toward the fair sex. But on the other hand it might be in ferred by some that X. M. never had a mother, so satirical and sweeping are his flings at the poor creatures. However the readers of The Mibbob can easily see that all of X. M’s. writings bear the imprint of good stock, from which he sprang. It is very evident that the experiences of X. M. with women have been quite different from those of A. A. R. Again, it has sometimes been said that men like women for their faults and not their virtues. But the sentiments of the two indi viduals, A. A. R. and X. M., seem to border slightly on the two ex tremes and perhaps a more oorrect view would, be something like a happy medium between the two. * * # The press dispatches tell us that a Bishop at Cabadonga, Italy, the other day showed King Alfonso Saint Peter’s toe nail and Saint Paul’s hair. “Say Bishop, do you believe that nonsense? I don’t,” said the king. f * A man arraigned in an eastern police court the other day charged with leaving his wife and three children destitute, pleaded that his progeny was too numerous for him to take care of. His first wife bore him sixteen children, his second wife twenty and the wife who was called as a witness said she thought she had only eighteen children, but there were so many she was not sure. * * * The Philistine takes the women to task for the numerous changes in fashion of moving the breastpin from one part of their person to another, and says that such gyra tions and rapid movements are very confusing to good men. It says women used to wear breast pins at their necks and later there came a day when/the breastpin was worn at the waist. Then came the straight front corset with im provements on the human form divine and as the waist described a V, the breastpin moved South. Later it jumped to the back of the head to hold the hair in place and next it dropped to the center of the waist behind to hold the belt. Then it shone at the back of thb neck and recently it has appeared in the neighborhood of the after noon. A few weeks ago press dispatcher relative to the future of Alaska’s mineral resources were not very encouraging. ‘But immediately' following, if not simultaneous with these reports, came authentic ac counts of numerous rich strikes im that territory. Whatever may be the fortunes or misfortune of Alaskans, persons who are familiar with that country, persons who are honest with themselves and unbiased in their views, realize that the fact still remains that there are millions of tons of gold in that great empire. Alaska has a great future, not only because of its mineral resources, but because of its millions of acres of pine timber, its salmon fisheries, seal fisheries, etc., etc. That vast ter ritory iB still in its infancy aiid it will yet startle the world more than once, as it has done in the past. Railroads are not building: there for nothing. The men back of them know what they are doing. Alaska wants a little more time, more capital and more of the right kind of men men; with capacity to improve present opportunities and the foresight to seek out and create new ones; men who only need a broader canvas and greater op portunity to demonstrate what they can do. Alaska has already sup plied the United States with furs, fish and gold to the amount of nearly two hundred million about equally divided betweea these three items. The annual shipments of merchandise to Alas ka now aggregate more than twelve million dollars. # * Judging from the great labor strikes that occur from time to time, it would seem that the laborers of this country are as much dissatisfied with their lot as are those of other countries, not withstanding the fact that they are better paid, better * housed, better fed, better clothed and have greater opportunities for advance ment, enjoyment and intellectual improvement than the laborers of any other country. * * * According to an exchange the British navy is principally com posed of has beens and false alarms. * * * Yes, Kansas beats Minnesota, for the Topeka Mail and Breeze is authority for the statement that & Kansas farmer recently opened & hill of potatoes, filled a bucket and then tried to close the hill up again but before he could do so ten bushels of fine potatoes rolled out of the hill. Another farmer had a sweet potato nearly the size of an eight gallon keg; gophers had hollowed out a portion of it and built a nest in it, but notwith standing this drawback the owner traded the potato for a horse and a grubbing hoe with which to dig the remainder of his crop. * * * Each day brings startling re reminders of the progressiveness of the age in which we are living, and we need not be surprised if, in the not distant future, we see our letters shot from city to city through pneumatic tubes. This would be no more wonderful than the new method conceived for getting around or easily digesting jawbreaking words; and in future there need'be no broken jaw’s, lock jaw, nor tongues put out of joint from trying to pronounce unpro nounceable names, for, according to an exchange, all that is neces sary is to swallow your gum and. sneeze, or better still, sneeze and swallow your gum. ...8Y... H. J. B.