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__«. PTJBL,I ® H ® D BY THE INMATES OF THE MINNESOTA STATE PRISON, STILLWATER, MINNESOTA.' Entered at the postoffice at Stillwater, Minnesota, as second-class mail matter. Contributions solicited from all sources. Rejected manuscripts will not be returned. The Mirror is issued every Thursday at the following rates: TU* IST " ' ■ sl*oo Six Months - $.50 I hree Months - • - .25 To inmates of all nenal institutions .50 Address all communications to per year. „ The Mirror, Stillwater, Minn. The MiRROR is a weekly paper published in the Minnesota State Prison. It was founded in 1867 by the prisoners and is edited and managed by them. It aims to be a home newspaper; to encourage moral and intellectual improvement among the prisoners; to acquaint the public with the true status of the prisonef; to disseminate penological information and to aid in dispelling that prejudice which has ever been the bar sinister •? c fa , n man s self-redemption. The paper is entirely dependent on the public for , ** 1 ! i* anc,a l support. If at any time there shall accrue a surplus of funds, the money will be expended in the interest of the prison library. For the information of new arrivals and all others desiring to send The Mirror to triends, the privilege will be granted by complying with the following rules: Write your own name and register number and send same to this office with name and ad , P e r ßon to w fi° m paper is to be sent. Each paper must be kept clean and folded in the same manner in which it is received and placed in your door every Fri day night. All inmates are requested to comply with this order whether sending out a copy or not. s . Pr * son Chapel at nine o’clock every Sunday morning. Protestant and Catholic service every alternate Sunday. Rev. C. E. Benson and Rev. Fr. Corcoran, chaplains. ’ ® ,n the otherwise blank space to the right signifies that your subscription " aS , ex P ir . * y° u w ish The Mirror sent to you after receiving a copy thus marked, it will be necessary to fill out the accompanying subscription blank and mail it to Henry Wolfer, Warden, with the price of subscription immedi ately. You surely cannot afford to miss an issue of The Mirror! So don’t delay, but send in your renewal at once. You have our thanks and appreciation in ad vance. Rouse thyself, soul! Forget the sweet Or the sad murmuriugs of the desolate seas! As winged, upward turn and beat Resistlessly against the breeze! Greet the cold vigor of the winter air Rushing from out the hollow, clamorous eaves of hills, To smite and backward below thy hair And sting thy slow pusle till it thrills! bight on! The soil shall nerve thy wings: < Thine the vast, pregnant, lonely plains and starlit skies, And rushing winds that bear great things And thoughts in which great quiet lies. —Samuel McCoy in February Ain sice's. r' EDITORIAL Don’t wateii the calendar. It’s bad habit. a “Yea verily,” saith the fool “I have done some time.” We have got a good place reserv ed here for that weather man who predicted fair weather + be other day when the thermometer froze up. Send him in, good people, we’ll take care of him. The promise of the authorities to produce the men “higher up,” in the Los Angeles dynamiting ease, still remains to be fulfilled. It begins to look as though they were following a blind lead. A news item says Paris is suffer ing a series of crimes, evidently com mitted by daring bands of Apaches. Now we wonder if Uncle Samuel went and let them tarnation Injuns off the reservation agin. After serving two years of his sentence, Charles W. Morse, the “ice king,” has received a conditional pardon from President Taft. Mr. Morse is now a broken man, and it seems altogether probable that he will not long survive to enjoy his regained liberty. A New Chapel is being erected in the prison at Walla Walla, Wash., and will be large enough to seat 1,000. The work is being done by the prisoners; the material is brick, which are manufactured at the pris on, and it is expected that the job will be completed early in the sum mer. TO INMATES. CHURCH NOTICE TO SUBSCRIBERS Summons. REMARKS. i he Thief River Falls Times says: We have often wondered what St. Peter does with the female spirits who want to stay and argue it out with him.” The Times Editor may find an an swer in that admirable poem “St. Peter at The Golden Gate,” which appeared in the Stillwater Gazette, recently. A xi'MiifiK of good people out in California are endeavoring to abolish legal killings in that state, and have formed a n Anti-Capital Punish ment League” for that purpose. There are four condemned men in the prison at San Quentin who are to be executed within a few days, and the Leauge iutends to save their iives.> Let us hope aud pray that they succeed. Cease harping on the days that are goue, aud live in the present and for the days that are to come. We are all aware of the jovs, the ro mance of by gone days, but what good are they to us now? A little less wandering down the dim lanes of the past, and a little more cour age in facing the bright vistas of the future, will go a long way toward bringing us happiness. Alas! Alas! One of our few New Year’s resolutions gone bump al ready. And to think we nearly sweat blood to make it! It’s all the fault of the man next door, who would persist in wafting great clouds of scented smoke into our apart ments. We stood the torment as long as possible, but were finally compelled to reach down our meer schaum and fire up. After all, a whole month of absti nence is not at all had, and we hope to do better next time. From an exchange we have the remarkable statement that in some parts of Russia the priests are locked up on Saturday mornings to keep them from becoming intoxi cated and incapable of performing their sacred duties on the following day. Here is a rare opportunity for the prohibitionists to get in some good work. Let us hope they will forth with transfer the scene of labors to this virgin field. “The best magazine of the month,” is the only appropriate de scription of the Jan. 27th issue of the Outlook . Its pages contain a wealth of the best up-to-date read ing matter and from a literary stand point, is unexcelled. The Outlook ig doing a great work, in the field of clean, instruc tive literature. Its editorial staff and its contributors are made up of the best writers in the country, and whatever appears in the Outlook is well worth reading by everyone. “Blow, blow thou winter wind, thou art not so unkind as man’s in gratitude,” said the Bard of Avon, lie undoubtedly had in miud the criticisms of persons to whom he had maguanimously presented “bou quets.” It certainly is a bit dis concerting to have a fellow gather up your boomerang which you have cast forth as a tribute of praise and good will to him, and lling it back to you dripping vitrol. An old say ing tells us to try again if we don’t succeed at first, but there is auother which says that like should receive like, and when you present a bou quet of roses and receive in turn, one of stinkweeds, it’s time to use discrimination in your bestowals. A few weeks ago a theatrical company visited the California pris on at San Quentin and staged the famous play “Alias Jimmy Valen tine” to an audience of prisoners. Their coming was hailed with de light aud the performance was pot without its good results as the fol lowing item from one of the twin city papers show§: “Concerning ‘Romance of the Undeworld,’ the sketch o f Paul Armstrong, which is coming to the Orpheum next’week, IT. B. Warner, recently seen locally in “Alias Jim my Valentine,” related a brief auec dote. 4 It was while we were playing in San Francisco,” said Mr. Warner, and after our famous performance at San Quentin, that I had a num ber of visits and communications from ex-convicts. As a rather odd coincidence, ‘A Romance of the Underworld,’ also by Paul Arm strong, and also a tale of crooks, was playing at the San Francisco Or pheum the same week. One of my convict friends told me that he had watched ‘Jimmie Valentine’ from the gallery, and wanted very much to see the sketch, but hadn’t the price. I gave him a dollar and told him to go and see it. “I forgot the incident,” continued Mr. Warner, “but in abont an hour the fellow returned, and handed me back the money, saying that the house was sold out, and he couldn’t obtain a seat. Now, of course I should never have been the wiser, had he pocketed the money and never come back, but it interested and touched me very deeply that he did so.” BY THE RIGHT OF WAY CHUZZLEWIT “For every failure there is a rea i son. A point has been overlooked. A mistake has been made. Some body has erred. In some manner the man, in the vernacular, has fallen down. PerhaDS he has been satis fied to give up the ghost and stay down, [f he had, instead, been big enough to rise above it all and fight it out to a finish there would have been no failure. At such times he who is up and doing and keeps his eye on the trigger commands the situation, takes up the battle and wins.” —Henry Clews. The man who wrote the above paragraph, evidently is a man whp has experienced the trials and diffi culties and has traveled over the rough, deep and rugged hills of life ami whose words express to me a world of thought. Every person in this wide universe who possesses a normal brain and intellect is blessed with one of the greatest gifts the Great Creator, has bestowed upon mankind. That gift is called Self- Analyzatiou. In the dark and still ness of the night you and I have looked back over the winding road of our past lives. We have put aside pride and dignity as we aim to get its focus under the microscope j of our mental vision and we have j then clearly seen the outline of our j own individuality. We rehdily per- j c«ive the defects in our armor and j how we have been*deficient in firm- j ness, energy, ambition and persever ance; in integrity, intuition and rea son and w T e then realize by this analysis the improvement, progress and stability which have been lack ing in the formula and composition of our lives. The most successful men of past centuries and of modern times have been and are men who have failed, time and time again. Failure has come to them just as the sun of Success seemed to them to be in its glory and they have struggled to their feet and pushed to the front again with more vigor, en ergy, hardihood, perseverance and j knowledge than they ever had be-1 fore, and regardless of every oppos- j ing obstacle and adversity which | have only been more of an inspira- J tion to them to push forward and j they have won out. You and I, my friend, although ! handicapped to some extent, have j many opportunities within our reach and if we only grasp them we have ! | almost as good an opportunity to win out the great battle of life as the next man. We have all made a fool of oui*- i selves and you and I both know w’hen one begins to realize that one , has been a fool in the past, that | there is some hope for that individ ual. T may add that w'hen one | comes to that conclusion, it show’s 1 1 ; an extraordinary, thorough and com-' i plete analysis of one’s self. Always remember that a railroad j ] train has to pull up the long, steep 1 and heavy grades and dow’n as well < as over the fiat, smooth and level road-bed, and so you and I have the < UD-hill climb ahead of us. When we begin to make this j : analysis of our lives and the reaction j shows us it has been a failure and i; w T e fully realize it, then you and I 1 have just begun to buck up and saw ] wood. We may have the best things ( of life, like the rest of men who have 1 won out; if we only make a Htrong ; determined effort. j The world despises a quitter. Are you and I, my friend going to stay 1 down just because we have had the 1 breath knocked out of us, by buck-! ] ing the stone wall of adversity? The ] majority of us are paying the price for our thoughtlessness, blunders < and errors. Are we not going to 1 get the full benefit of our experi- j ence? You and I are paying dearly t for these indiscretions. Why not realize the full benefit of thiß pun ishment and let it be a stepping stone rather than a block in our path , to higher manhood? Someone has said, that .the spur of all creative ■ endeavor is a belief in the possibility of superior achievement.” This is an inspiring thought but by altering it slightly we have a thought which seems to me to hit nearer the target of our individual being. “The spur of all creative endeavor is a belief in the possibility of superior achievement of our own individual selves. We must each work out our own salvation and our ultimate suc cess or failure depends only upon ourselves. Men will tell you to look upward and Hope but my friend the word s Hope represents more than the paper it is written on. It stands for grit, hustle, energy, perseverance and achievement, and you and I can not acquire these qualities by star gazing and sitting with folded hands, whin ing over the muddle we have made so far of our lives. Begin now! Cut out the contin ual worry over your past errors and weaknesses, and get a little sand into your system and make use of it. The future holds as much for you and I as is justly comiug to us, so buck-up, get on your feet, rub the sand out of your eyes, use a little backbone and gray matter, for as Will Carleton has said: “Ruin always camps apart From an undefeated heart.” Kansas may be able to enforce its strict health law’s, but it is evident from the conditions printed in the ‘ Leavenworth Times” that it is hav ing a very difficult time enforcing its prohibition laws. In an editoral the “Times” states that the Kansas Sup reme Court recently ruled that the “Keg Party” and “Dutch Treat” has an official standing in Kansas, " and in the same edition states that the county attorney of a county in Southern Kansas faces the serious charge of engaging a spotter to sell booze to bootlegers in case and bar rel lots. From these facts given us we can readily observe that the “Keg” certainly has an official stand ing in the Sunflow’er State. Health Department. W. C. Van D The Pill habit Some people have an abnormal appetite for pills. I knew one man in the tailor shop who had eight different varieties, and was proud of it. When this class of people can’t think of anything else to do, they take a pill. What results they expect to get the Lord only know r s, or whether they expect to get any. How r often haven’t I heard on a summery morning, “Let’s go up and see the doctor and get some pills.” Now this is all wrong. The pill habit is not a joke by any means. There is a form of insanity i. e., the delusion that you need drugs, that is very easy to acquire and not very easy to shake off. The pill habit isn’t quite as dis reputable as the w’hiskey habit but is really far more ridiculous. Just remind yourself once in a while of the good old adage, “Nothing for nothing” when you can get pills as cheap as you can get salvation i. e., without money and without price, you can rest assured that you are getting just what you pay —nothing. In all my experience, and it has been somewhat varied, I never found anything that I could get fior nothing that was worth taking. Did you? Well then, quit this stupid habit of going up to get a pill and don’t let yourself acquire a newr bad habit just because you think you can get something for nothing—you can’t.