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Edited end PablUhsd by the Inmates of the Minnesota State Prison. Entered at the postoffice at StUlwatei. Minn., as second-class mail matter. This paper will be forwarded to subscribers tt ntil 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 all sources. Rejected manuscripts Will not be returned. THE MIRROR is issued every Thursday at the following rates: „ SI.OO One Year ----- Six Months - ----- • Three Months - To inmates of penal institutions - * 50 c+s. 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, AUj PERSONS receiving copies of THE MIRROR who are not on onr regular lists will please consider such as sample copies. If, after reading, you conclude that THE MIRROR s worthy of patronage send your name to this office for a trial subscription at rates as published above. EDITORIAL. Boston is planning a Tercentenary Exposition to be held at the Hub in 1920 to celebrate the three hundredth anniversary of the landing of the Pilgrim Fathers at Plymouth Rock in 1620. No doubt this is a laudable enterprise and one that ought to be commended. Congress will probably be called on to appropriate ten or fifteen million dollars to the enterprise and the bulk of the burden of expense in the last analysis will fall on the American people “the hewers of wood and drawers of water.” The question arises, “is the game worth the candle? The first great national show of American growth and development was exhibited in Philadel phia at the Centennial Exposition of 1576. Phila delphia has only recently recovered from the blow. In 1893 Chicago was the home of the World’s Columbian Exposition—a marvelous exhibition of world development in arts, manufacture and general progress. But Chicago has not as yet wholly ovei come the ill-effects of the financial fizzle. Other pretentious expositions have been held at New Orleans, Louisville, Charleston, Omaha, Jamestown and St. Louis and they all proved to be financial burdens without adequate returns. The people cannot avail themselves of the opportunity of attending in sufficient numbers to make such huge enterprises a financial success. The great Freneh exhibitions held in Paris have a wider field to draw from. The old country is more densely settled and those who desire to at tend have only short distances to travel in order to avail themselves of the magnificent displays gather ed together for their benefit. In the great American exhibitions the buildings are usually temporary and are torn down when the shows are over. It seems more advisable and profitable to put these enormous appropriations into permanent structures. The Minnesota State Fair is an example in mind. It is of permanent value to the people and combines pleasure with profit to the patrons. Something of value is learned at the annual exhibitions of the Minnesota State Fair—which is the best of its kind in the country. This immense plant could be made of greater value and benefit by adding a Building of Arts where a permanent home could be provided for sculpture and paintings —open to the public on Sundays all the year ’round. Likewise a permanent State Auditorium might be provided with profit to the people—a building on the order of Cooper Union, New York—where state societies of all descriptions might hold their annual meetings —thus providing an easily accessible and permanent home for all civic, social and commercial bodies. Money thus expended is judiciously invested for the reason that it places educational facilities within the reach of The great industri&l expositions are only avail, able to a small percentage but local institutions like the Minnesota State Fair may be made of speoial benefit to a large proportionate number of persons on account of its proximity to the masses. Besides, the national affairs are generally scandal-breeders and get-rich-quick schemes for the „ promoters and insiders. Boston, however, will probably have its Ter centenary Exposition in 1920 just the same and the Amerioan nation will pay the greatest proportion of its cost —and yet Massachusetts cannot boast of maintaining a state industrial exhibition much better than the average county fair. NOTICE. The looal Chautauqua Circle is flourishing amazingly. During th© past'few months the tend ency to get away from the topics of anoient history has been growing. This is a good idea. Members will find it most profitable and pleasurable to dilate upon modern subjects—things they know about themselves. Ancient history is a prolific subject and affords many themes to write upon—but things have changed materially during the past two thou sand years. There is considerable talent ki the local Chau tauqua and it is only necessary to stir it up a bit in order to develop it. This is being done with com mendable results. There is only one criti cism to be offered and that is the misfortune of mispronunciation of words on the part of some few of the members in readiug their papers. Writers of Chautauqua papers will find it beneficial to use words with which they are familiar. The use of polysyllabic words is not a requisite to good writing or public speaking. Abraham Lincoln .used mono syllables chiefly and yet his writings and public speeches are marvels of expression. The Sermon on the Mount is a striking example of simplicity, directness, clearness and eloquence. The tendency to use large words and mispronounce them is a general fault with all —inside and outside of literary circles —and one to be avoided wherever and when ever possible. The rivalry for office in the Chautauqua Circle is a good sign. It demonstrates there is a distinc tion to be achieved in the preference of members for official positions. “It is better to be a live jack ass than a dead lion,” is an old but trite saying. Much benefit is to be derived from membership in the Chautauqua. It is a clearing house of special knowledge and many of the papers presented will compare favorably with the best ol the best anywhere. The interest evinced in behalf of the welfare of the Pierian Circle by members and officials is a glowing testimonial to their good taste and judg ment. Leading publications throughout the country are beginning to appreciate the value of The Mirror as an advertising medium for books and periodicals. There are approximately seven thousand volumes in the Minnesota State Prison library and more are being added all the time. From one thousand three hun dred to one thousand eight hundred weeklies, maga zines and monthlies are distributed daily among the inmates of this institution, who expend a large amount of money every year for the best literature there is produced anywhere. The most expensive foreign illustrated publications have subscribers here. There is not a standard magazine published in this oountry which does not find subscribers among the inmates. Therefore, per reader, The Mirror is undoubtedly one of the very best advertis ing mediums in the nation for publishers—and they are beginning to find it out. No sensational or trashy publications —daily or otherwise are per mitted to enter this institution. Publishers of per mittable publications will certainly find The Mirror a profitable advertising vehicle. They say—of course, “they say” is unreliable— but nevertheless they say Abdul Hamid, late Sultan of Turkey, has $250,000,000.00 on deposit in the Bank of England, commonly referred to among financiers as the Old Lady of Threadneedle street. And Abdul Hamid had more than four hundred wives. The accumulation of the trifling nestegg referred to is probably due to the saving effected by the Sultan in not being compelled to purchase Spring and Autumn hats for his wives—and scrimp ing on other feminine apparel. When the Young Turks broke into Abdul’s Harem—pronounced Hahreem—not Hayrem or Hahrem—according to the late Gen. Lew Wallace, at one time Minister to Turkey, the ladies were found attired principally in spangles, necklaces—and gauze Mother Hubbards. A new way to get rich: Have four hundred or more wives and clothe them as Abdul Hamid is reported to have done —in flowing tresses and spangled garters. Maxim Gorky, the Russian Nihilist is a fugi tive from justice in one of the Italian islands. Re ports do not oonvey any intelligence regarding his affinity—the Russian actress. Mr. Gorky is the originator of the “hotstuph” style of writing, fre quently referred to by the Sage and Savant of East Aurora —the place that is keeping Buffalo before the public—Elbert Hubbard. Buffalo and East Aurora are both in the same county—which means dis tinction for the former city. Gov. John A. Johnson is booked for forty Chautauqua lectures this summer at $200.00. each. It is a case of quid pro quo—something for value rendered. President Taft is swinging around the circle in a way that would make old Andy Johnson turn over in his grave if he could see it. Under the lash. v BY ANGLICUS. BALLADE OF THE THREE PRISONERS. No. 2950 speaks: “Twenty-one years-of striving and thrift, Shaming the devii and playing the game, Twenty-one years —aud many a gift Squandered on beggars who bragge i of their shame — Honor, respect, all this could I claim, And the love of those who were dear to me. A spark of hate leapt up into flame — This is the end of the comedy.” No. 2951 speaks: “God had dower’d me with one great gift, I cherished it as a sacred flame. As the birds their tremulous chants uplift I sang. Mine was that measure of fame- And out of my song, the very same Which once had conquered the world to me,. They fashioned a sneer at my bitter shame — This is the end of the comedy.” No. 2952 speaks: “Flotsam of life, by the city’s drift Washed ashore with never a name, Little I knew that the current was swift,. Little I cared —but whose is the blame? Easy enough to clamor shame, To hold up your holy hands at me; Easy enough to preach hell-flame — This is the end of the comedy.” Spoken by No. 2952. “Ye who reform the world with a name, Hark to the cry of my misery. Why did they teach me to pilfer and maim? Who of you all is free from ray blame? ’ This is the end of the comedy. Magnificent opportunity, to whom it may concern : This is to give notice that I, Anglicus, shall be released from this prison some time between now and doomsday, and shall be awfully obliged if somebody will provide me with a position (largo salary preferred.) I am young, strong and fond of work, more especially when somebody else does it; Presbyterian conscience and know something about locks. I can hold my tongue in seven lan guages, have no embarrassing entanglements, can boil eggs and run a sewing-machine. Very regular in my habits, total abstainer (at present,) believe myself unmarried. Artistic in my yearnings, frugal with my earnings, fond of society, (have you a little fairy in your house?) of an equable temperament and a prepossessing appearance.. Are you looking for a man who neyer drinks, never smokes, never chews, never swears —except when he has to? Do you want anybody who knows it all from the Niebelungenlied to the way to mix drinks and lets you tell him all about it? If so, stop, look, listen. Bank presidency preferred, but would accept Pullman porter or state sena tor. All replies must be forwarded in sealed envelope care of Pub licity Department, this paper. The contest is strictly limited to sub scribers, no more than one answer from each permitted, and closes. July 1, without fail. WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE. It is time to call a bait od iconoclasm. Suppose lil have to explain that long word now. An is a vase-shatterer, one who combats the natural tendency to ideality (not to say Maeterlinckism) inherent in mankind. Thank you. It is time to call a halt on iconoclasm. When an intelligent man arises in open meeting and declares that the Parisian style of*dressmaking is bum, on the hog, decadent and unadapted to the aesthetic feminine need, the Rubicon has been pass ed. (The Rubicon is a small stream in the north of Italy, pronounced with along u, “ruby-con.”) These ravishing creations of Paquin and Worth, these lustrous silks and shimmering crepe de Chines, are they to be trampled in the dust of unbelief? Say rather that the New York Tribune has gone over 10 socialism, or that Governor Hughes has shaved his face, or that the sun has ceased to shine at the sea shore—and if you can say that six times you can say What? Shall the accounts of smart set marriages contain the line, “The trousseau was provided by Henry J. Oehlenschlager, Cincinnati, 0., and paid for on the installment plan?” Are we to open our fashion, journals and read, “The dernier cri (near-French for the last scream) in negligees is a chic confection of mousseline de soie from the well known house of —this space to let —Keokuk, Ioway?” Perish the thought! _____ . WANTED—A BATHLESS BABY. A poet of Clay Center, Mo., voices woman’s wants in the follow ing rhyme: “What woman want 6is sorubless floors, endless incomes, bakeless loaves, smokeless husbands, slamless doors, peekless curtains, scorchless stoves, washless dishes, poundless steaks, tuneless rockers, darnless socks, spankless children, spotless frocks, and maybe ere we cease to fret we’ll want a bathless baby yet.”—Exchange. “An old negro was asleep on the train out of Sedalia the other day mouth open and snoring, when a drummer emptied a quinipe capsule on his tongue,” says the Butler Democrat. The old darky awakening, began to spit and called for the conductor, saying: “Boss, is dere a doctor on die here train?” # “I don’t kaow,” said the conductor. “Are you sick? “Yes, sir; 1 sho is sick.” “What is the matter with you?” “I dunno, sir; but it tastes like I busted my gall. L’Envoi. * * * * BUSTED HIS GALL.