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Edited and Published by the Inmate* of the Minnesota State Prison. Entered at the poatoffice at Stillwater, Minn., as second-class mail matter. This paper will l»e forwarded to subscribers until ordered discontinued ansi 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 all sources. Rejected manuscripts Will not be returned. THE MIRROR is issued erery Thursday at the following rates: One Year - * SIOO Six Months - -- -- - - -- .50 Three Months - - - - - 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 tho prisoners; toacquaintthe 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. ALL. PERSONS receiving copies of THE MIRROR who are not on our regular lists will please consider such as sample copies. If, after reading, you conclude that THEMIRROR is worthy of patronage send your name to this office for a trial subscription at rates as published above. We have often wondered why some persons will always drop behind some excuse when neglecting to meet an obligation or to carry out a promise. We have known persons who were so clever at this sort of deception that they had to smile at the reason ableness of their excuse. These chaps always pride themselves on being right, and whenever they oan shift the responsibility for an error or for forgetting to do a thing, they do so by advancing an excuse. Some times these excuses are very lame affairs. No one with a sense of pride in his make-up would ad vance them, unless it happened to be some ignorant ohap who knew no better. As a rule, an honest man would rather tell the truth in such cases. It creates a better impression and causes others to have more confidence in him. But the man who always advances an excuse when he neglects his duty, makes the mistake of resorting to this subterfuge too often. As a result he is soon found out and becomes discredited. A good excuse may be all right, but a lame one had better be left unsaid. Helping Worthy Boys. Mr. E. H. Harriman, the railroad wizard, capi talist and one oE the shrewdest men in Wall Street, intends to found an institution wherein poor young men will receive tuition absolutely free. Mr. Har riman has consulted several eminent educators and they are enthusiastic over the project. In the contemplated new school more attention will be given to teaching the scholars trades instead of Greek and Latin. Today the various professions are overcrowded, but the demand for experienced civil engineers and eleotrical superintendents is far from being supplied. Similar conditions exist in other trades, all commanding excellent salaries. Perhaps Mr. Harriman’s proposed institution will help to supply this need. At any rate, it will be the means of enabling hundreds of poor boys to satisfy their ambition and to learn a trade that will produce a steady income. The contemplated institute will be a serious blow to the many correspondence schools all over the country, schools which have been reaping a rich harvest by teaching an “easy” method whereby one oan double his salary. Such instruction is well enough, but it requires considerable practical experi ence before one’s education is completed. If Mr. Harriman’s sohool oan turn out a first-class work man it will prove a godsend to those who graduate. Modern Conditions. It has often been stated that modern conditions make criminals; these conditions being the excessive rich who flaunt their wealth in the face of the hum ble poor. While envy of another’s good fortune may cause some persons to resort to unusual methods in an endeavor to emulate them, it is not a criminal producing agency in its broader sense. Such con ditions can hardly be called modern. They have been io evidence for centuries. While it is true that wealth is the goal of most persons, it does not necessarily follow that modern conditions are the principal incentive that causes men to become criminals. There are dreamers in every country on the civilized globe who attribute the evils of the present to modern conditions, but it is difficult to devise a system that will eliminate these objeotionable features. It is absurd to classify the xioh in the dangerous class just because a few of NOTICE. Adopting Excuses• them have become a menace to the country, or be cause others are extravagant with their money and commit various indisoretions. These things have ooeurred ever since the dawn of history, and can hardly be used as a criterion that wealth isamenace. The reason there are so many criminals today is because there are too many laws not in harmony with the people who are supposed to obey them. Only the other day an Eastern governor threatened to call out the militia in order to enforce an unpopular law. The people must first be educated to the necessity of a law before they can be expected to give it their allegiance. The majority rules everywhere, but if it was more tolerant to the wishes of the minority, there perhaps would not be so many occasions to enforoe an unpopular law by sheer strength. Such condi tions just- enumerated are quite modern, but it is a rather broad assertion to say that a display of wealth by the few is causing criminality to increase. Criminal Characteristics. A New York detective recently stated that one could always distinguish a criminal from an honest man. He then enumerated several traits whioh in dubitably pointed to criminal instincts. Years ago there was no Bach thing as the science of crimin ology. Today the slope of the forehead, the shape of the ears, the expression of one’s eyes, and the manner in which one holds the thumbs are pointed out as evidence of inherent depravity. These con clusions, it is claimed, are founded on logical premises and are the result of experience and research cover ing a long period of years—a research that required patient study and considerable labor. Occasionally these scientific theories are misleading, but generally they can be relied on as being correct. In this peculiar field perhaps the two men who have gained the widest distinction are Caesar Lom broso and Mr. Bertillon. These two men are known all over the world. They have done much toward perfecting the ornde methods of identifying suspects. Their methods are in vogue in all large cities, and are considered to be almost infallible. However, the system is not perfect. One must first catch the offender before applying the test of identification. Undoubtedly the man who has served several terms in prison does acquire peculiar characteristics easily discernable to an experienced eye, but he is not responsible for them. They are caused by his environment. As a rule, the majority of prisoners cannot be distinguished from any other class of per sons. To presume for a moment that the shape of one’s ears indicate-one’s inclinations, is stretching imagination beyond the realms of fact. As sup positions such theories are passable, but as scientific facts they stagger reason from its throne and cause one to wonder what will happen next. We are too much given to judging people by the way they treat us, and often these judgments are most unkind and unjust. Self love, or vanity, is so easily offended, and a little, petty slight, perhaps an unintentional one becomes a burning grievance, even when we have but a slight acquaintance with the offender. It is, of course, perfectly natural to be affected by other people’s conduct toward us. It would be unnatural to wish to make friends with those who obviously do not like us; but to form our opinion of other people’s characters from their social attitude toward ourselves is the poorest of judgment—in fact it is not a judgment, but is a mere prejudice. It is the same sort of mental attitude which causes us to be guilty of one of the commonest sorts of infidelity of friendship—that of indulging in general abuse of one who was once a friend, because some personal feeling has weakened the friendship. Changes may come which interfere with our intimacy. We do not see as often as before the one who has been our dearest friend. Suspicion arises that it is his fault, that he might see us oftener if he would; but even if this were true, it is not sufficient reason for us to paes a sweeping judgment upon him and condemn as un worthy the one we formerly loved and admired. Unfortunately most of us have a feeling often unacknowledged to ourselves that we can get even for trifling slights or making unkind remarks about our friends. This impulse comes entirely from self love, which is a vioious thing if we permit it to rule our actions wrongfully. We should guard against forming judgments that are guided by personal dislikes without just cause. We all have a good side and a bad side. When we see the goodside of others we like them, but when we see the bad side we never like them. When you see the bad side of people, or think the side you are looking at is bad, or false, or uninteresting, just stop a moment and ask yourself this question: What have I said or done to make them show me their good side? Say to yourself, and keep saying it: There is something beautiful in this person and I’ll hunt for it until I find it. And you will soon see how easy it will be to stop disliking people when you are per sistent in hunting their lovable traits of character. — Exchange. Hasty Judgment. HELIOGRAMS * * ~.. „, ■■ ■ _-_ ! ™ I ♦ t ♦ » F. M. f t t » —^^ mam mm bm^MM ’ A bad thing in society often develops into a good thing for the lawyers. The cup that cheers is responsible for most of our hard lack friends. When a politician goes angling for black votes he generally baits, his hook with white lies. I thank the author of “Side Lights” for the little puff he recently threw' my way. It does not necessarily follow that the ballot dancer with educated! feet graduated at the foot of her class. It is doubtful if the fool with the gun does as much harm as th& fool with the muck rake. A bigot with a pick and shovel in his hands is worth two with bibles under their arms. A temperance orator has brodght suit against a Missouri editor for saying that the cold water advocate wore a rye expression on his face. Upton Sinclair may be one of these fellows who makes mountains out of mole hills, but he talks like a man who can produce the goods. Now that artist Earl has spent a night in a vulgar jail he will have to load a hand bellows with a disinfectant and blow it thru his poetic, chin whiskers. The man who led the mob at Springfield married his own mothers ,in-law. His lawyers should have no trouble in convincing a jury that, he is a lunatic. A fellow who is evidently an ignorant heathen wants to know why it is that the receiver of the spiritual kiss is always one of the prettiest little merry widows in the flock. SALT AND* • • • by • • • SUPERSALT angucus ABY NO MEANS GLOOMY DANE. The art of dancing has been the subject of many arguments, some of them vitriolic. The affirmative side always play, sooner or later, what they consider a trump-card, the pas-de-seul that David executed in front of the ark„. The best argument of the negative side, or one of their best, is the essentially inartistic character of modern dancing. But now and then there arises a real artist. Such a one is Adeline Genee. To see Gene© dance is every whit as fascinating and as refining as to hear Pachmann play Chopin. She answers that question which our local critical soheme asks so plaintively—“ Are the gestures graceful, varied, timely,, decisive and significant?”—emphatically in the affirmative. They are all that, and some more too. She conveys an impression of a re**. laxion of the law of gravity in her favor. It is, of course, merely an impression, for in reality to attain that incredible, thistledown light ness the first essentials are musoles of iron. If you ever tried standing: on one toe for any considerable period of time, you will appreciate the truth of this remark. She has, furthermore, nothing in common with the Salome school of dancing, and, altho she makes full use of acces sories, she has so far kept both John the Baptist’s and Charles the; First’s heads out of her art. Long may she wave toes, 4 4 4 ART AND THE HOBO. The hobo is at present a prominent figure in near-literature. Josiah Flint, the pioneer amateur hoboizing, has been followed by Jack London and by a swarm of minor penmen. The intricacies of his traveling arrangements, the privacies of which even he has a share, his philosophy, his ethics, his. material existence and the character of his aura—all have been ana lytically and methodically probed. Yet with it all, it is impossible to make a Paladin of romance of him. Truth to tell, there never was a perfect hero who didn’t wash, at any rate in fiction. The late Mr. Raffles, that terrible cracksman whose name still serves as a synonym for any crook with a collar, always affected that kind of evening dress, which is termed “faultless.’*' The evening dress hobo may be immi-. nent but he has not yet been evolved. The thing is possible. Given, a motor overcoat and allowing for a compromise or two on leg-wear, a. kind of cross between Beau Brummel and the common —or —brake- beam bum might be projected. An English one, for instance, never separated from a portable bath-tub, so that when ditched in the ditch less state of Arizona the scarcity of water would be his one best regret.. Barring this little matter of cleanliness, which is so much more neces sary to a hero than godliness, the hobo is right in line. He is the wild, free life, constructed on a small-profits-and-quick-returns system of ethios. He has a soul above commuting-and a mind devoid o£ brain-fag and nervous exhaustion. He is close to Mother Nature and a friend of Father time. But—hold on a minute. Let us clear up one misconception, it is a mistake to suppose, even humorously, that the hobo is contented, that “he would not change places with a king.** The truth is that the hobo kicks as hard against the pricks as any Carnegie. He complains of the timetable, the service and the road bed just as if he were a Limited traveler and not an unlimited. The panic, too, has affected him by the competition of a vast horde of nn-- skilled unlabor —mere dilettante tramps.