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Sftg Mirror
tditad and Published by the Inmates of the
Minnesota State Prison.
Entered at the postoffice at Stillwater, Minn., as second-class
- nail matter.
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Tlais paper will bo forwarded to subscribers
enntil ordered discontinued and all arrears are
paid.
Should THB MIRROR fail to reach a subscriber each week, notice
Should be sent to this office and the matter will be attended to at
OOCC. t • .
Contributions solicited from all sources. Rejected manuscripts
will not be returned.
THE MIRROR is issued every Thursday at the following rates:
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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
übould accrue a surplus of funds, the money would be expended In the
Interests of the prison library.
AT.T. PERSONS receiving copies of THE MIRROR who are not
on oar regular lists will please consider such an sample
copies. If, after reading, yon conclude that THE MIRROR
is worthy of patronage send your name to this office for a
trial subscription at rates as published above.
The legislature of Delaware will again try to
abolish the obnoxious whipping post, a form of cor
poreal punishment that has prevailed in that state
for some years. Two years ago a bill was introduced
to do away with the “post,” but it failed. However,
at that time they relegated the pillory out of exist
ence, a mode of punishment, with the exception of
its public exhibition, is not near as cruel as the
whipping post. This mode of punishment is well
enough to kill a man’s self-respect and pride, but this
is not the purpose of the law. It should have been
legislated out of existence years ago.
Peace Congress..
The next universal peace congress will convene
at The Hague sometime in June, but the exact date
has not yet been decided upon. While the proceed
ings which will come before the congress at that time
has not been published, it is safe to predict that they
will differ very little from previous meetings. Of
course the unexpected may occur, but it is not likely
that anything of a radical nature will transpire. It
would certainly surprise many if certain of the pow
ers agreed to reduce their armies and navies at this
time. While this is earnestly desired by the advo
cates of peace, there is absolutely nothing to encour
age the belief that such a move is contemplated.
Universal peace may come in due course of time,
and these congresses are held to dessiminate peace
ideas. The czar would certainly welcome such a
proposition, not only to reduce the armies and navies
of the world, but to reduce the nihilist with the dead
ly bomb to a submissive state of obedience.
We should never be too severe on the man who
occasionally makes a mistake, for it is quite impos
sible for any one to be correct in all things. This is
an exceptionally censorious era we are‘living in.
There appear to be more critics looking for something
to find fault at than there are actual doers. The cas
ual error of one is greedily seized and made the op
portunity for advancement by another. The man
.who is conscientious rarely makes a grievous error;
but if he does, we should remember the thousands
• of times he has shown a perfect record.
As a whole, the world wants men who continu-
ally average one hundred per cent. Such men are
.difficult to find. It is impossible for even a machine,
-however powerful it may be built, to work steadily
without a breakdown. But when it does slip and
something gives out, we call in high-priced mechan
ics who carefully examine it and restore it to its for
mer high average. When the human machine hap
pens to slip a cog and fails to register one hundred
per cent, we are inclined to act different. Just why
this is so we are unable to say, but it is true.
In the course of time we believe that the human
machine, when it goes wrong, will be treated de
cidedly different than it is today. At that time it
will not be immediately thrown aside and so injured
as to be beyond possibility of restoration.
The Thaw Trial.
What may prove to be one of the hardest fought
legal battles, is now on in New York Oity. Altho
considerable difficulty was encountered in selecting
a jury, it is not expected that the trial will be a
lengthy one. Most of the men examined for jury
duty were so biased that they had Kttle trouble in
NOTICE.
The Whip-ping Post.
Making Mistakes.
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getting excused. Exceptional care is being taken to
guard the jury from outside influences; and all
newspapers and letters directed to the jury are scru
tinized by a censor before the members are permitted
to see them.
In a trial of this nature it is an impossibility to
select twelve intelligent men who have not formed
an opinion. It often happens, however, that such
opinions are not so deeply rooted aB to give away to
established facts brought out by the testimony at the
trial. A good many persons seem to think that a
jury should be selected by other means than now em
ployed. As yet a better substitute has not been sug
gested, and it is doubtful whether anything could be
suggested that would stand as long as the present
system has stood and be so free from censure.
Thebe is a bill now before the legislature which,
if it becomes a law, provides for a probation officer
in ever county in this state. Whenever an offender
is arrested who is under twenty-one years of age, the
officer is to be in court. If the crime is not too ser
ious, the youth will be placed under the control of
the probation officer.
Thoughtful men everywhere believe that the
probation system is necessary to the right develop
ment of the youthful offender who, in ninety cases
out of a hundred, is more mischievous than dishon
est. But if the boy is locked up with hardened
criminals, such influences are likely to shape his
future career.
Those who have been reading Mr. Lawson’s
“Friday the Thirteenth” story that is appearing in
one of the leading monthly periodicals, agree that
literature might have been enriched had he turned
his attention to fiction instead of finance. The story
is replete with tense situations, startling incidents, and
dramatic climaxes; and on each page one can almost
hear the clamor of the Stock exchange and the shouts
of the bulls and bears as they rush hither and thith
er in mad haste to get on the winning side.
The story is not only an absorbing one, but it
also contains a moral lesson that will do much to
ward checking the gambling habit. In this connec
tion, the story equals anything ever printed against
a vice that has crushed so many thousands in its
merciless grasp. One cannot help shuddering at the
fate of the characters he so vividly depicts. It is
immaterial whether or not his story was taken from
the archieves of the stock exchange, for similar in
cidents have occurred repeatedly. If poolrooms and
bucketshops must go, why it will be only a question
of time when gambling in futures will also receive
attention.
By no means all of the real, true heroes of the
world are those found in battle rolls or in the midst
of disasters or even in the Carnegie medal list. In
common, everyday life, all about us, are heroes. Even
we ourselves may, tho we do not recognize it, be en
titled to a place in that category—and not the lowest,
last-page place either.
The man or woman, who performs the hard task
with cheerfulness, who bears his or her burden with
undaunted spirit, has the true metal of heroism in
his or her soul. It may be passive heroism, but it is
heroism just the same. And such a one often merits
a medal of pure gold, studded with diamonds.
Especially heroic stuff is to be found in the man
who goes cheerfully, with a smile or whistle on his
lips, to a work that is uncongenial or overburden
some. The father, who moves daily to a grind that
does not fit his taste because thereby he is enabled
to provide necessities, or even comforts, for his
loved ones, is a genuine hero—commonplace unrecog
nized perhaps, but nonetheless built in the right
mold.
Of the same high type, is the mother, often deli
cate or refined, who takes up the drudgery of the
household because she finds joy in the daily sacri
fices of herself and her inclinations to her loved
ones.
Notably heroic is the man or woman who 1 , sick
and often suffering severely, sets teeth firmly togeth
er and carries out day after day, labors that add to
the suffering but, at the same time, bring benefioent
returns for others.
Humanity has always applauded the brave man
who fights on to death, the courageous man who
risks his life for others, the champion who battles
for the right in the face of overwhelming odds. If
'it does not give equal hcclaim to the lowly heroes all
about it and in its very midst, it is only because its
eyes are not open to these everyday acts of heroism.
But who can doubt that the man or woman who
smiles over heartbreaking personal trials is really of
just as heroic mold as the greatest on. the annals of
fame? —Duluth Herald.
We believe the thing we wish to believe. If
we dislike a man, any kind of ancient proof is suffi
cient to damn him. All that seems in his favor we
quietly pooh-pooh.—Elbert Hubbard.
More Probation Officers.
Lawson's Versatility.
Heroes of Everyday Life.
| HELIOGRAMS. |
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When it conies to eating up a fortune John Barleycorn is not in
it with the chorous girl. "" i
Some men burn gallons of midnight oil planning a scheme to pull
off a daylight robbery.
Shooting the shoots at Coney Island is not near so popular a sum
mer game as shooting the can on the Bowery.
The average father thinks that his daughter will never show 'so
much wisdom in selecting a husband as her mother did.
Senator Foraker should fully realize by this time that the colored
gentleman in the wood pile does not deal in presidential timber, f
Job acquired the reputation of being a very patient man, but then
there were no lady elocutionists or girl piano thumpers in Job’s day-
An Irish picnic is a dull and monotonous affair up until the time
the brass spigot is driven into the bung of the fifth or sixth keg, but
after that things begin to liven up some.
If some of our American aristocrats who boast of their ancestral
tree were to dig down to its roots they would probably place a clothes
pin on their nose instead of turning it up.
Every time one of the runners from the twine factory passes the
states big team of horses, they throw their ears back and bite at him.
He must be either a grass widower or a horse thief.
When a young woman confesses her love for a rich old pap at the
altar, her vow is about as sincere and reliable as the confession ob
tained from a doormat thief thru the medium of the sweatbox.
The Duke of Marlborough fared better than Count Boni. The
American Duchess has furnished him with a meal ticket that will last
him his life time, providing his many lady friends do not chew it up-
A doctor says that most of our human ills are caused by over
loading the stomach, that a person should get up from the table feel
ing like he could eat a great deal more. This is a law of health that
Count Boni has strictly lived up to ever since Annie left him.
i SALT AND SUPERSALT. I
■ BY ANGLICUS. j
IN SYLVAN glade or shady glen
The poet seeks his Muse. Again,
He lingers in a leafy nook
Or pores upon the babbling brook.
Behold, it cometh on to rain;
The poet seeks his boarding-house again.
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ADVERTISING. One of the trump cards of our socialistic friends
is the enormous waste of money in unnecessary advertising un
der the present competitive system. If advertising were merely a
setting-forth of the merits of an article, nobody could raise a hap’orth
of objection.- But when it comes to fifty miles of a railroad trip, dur
ing which the eye striving to notice a mountain or a sunset or some
other old thing nevertheless remains hypnotized by the oft-repeated
suggestion (in the foreground) that “Bill’s Pills Cure All Ills,” it seems
about time to draw the line. That example is only a mild one,
moreover.
GASTRONOMIC CULTURE. “The way to a man’s heart is
thru his stomach.” We have all heard it; and the comic papers
keep dinning it in our ears. Very few hermits, indeed, have there
been who have reached the sublime state of total abstinence from food.
One fears that some of the most sainted anchorites of olden time had
their greedy days—days on which they furtively exchanged their ra
tion of roots and herbs and natures crystal lager for a bottle and a bird.
Pry into the matter with an conoclastic eye and you will find that
the reasons for the holy man’s sickness were sometimes far from being
the unusually rigorous abstinence that he managed to palm off on a
gullible public. Hermits are however out of date, there being a sad
confusion at present between the hermit and the hobo.
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THE REAL THING. In a magazine story which I plead guilty to
having perused occurred the following expression: “He had a
great deal of that sort of cheap culture that one picks up at Chautau
quas, so different from the real thing.” Now, I hold no brief for the
Chautauqua Institution, and, in so far as culture is represented by the
views of certain fire-eating politicians on questions of race —and
class—prejudice, I can seem to notice a something lacking. But the
question is “what is the real thing?” Is it an ability to discuss Shaw
and Ibsen without making breaks? Or is it a cursory familiarity with
all “literatoor” above the best-selling class? Other than a cursory
familiarity is barely possible, much less desirable. It would seem, in
deed, that a better result could be obtained by sticking to one
author, even if you never read anything else. But where is the author
that anyone could take along with him for life like that? Shakespeare,
perhaps; but even Shakespeare had the disadvantage of living in th*
backwooks of the ages. x
BY F. M.
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