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Vol. XXV.—No 43.
THE TRUTH TELLER Ella Wheeler Wilcox, in June Ainslee’s The Truth Teller lifts the curtain And shows us the people’s plight; And everything seems uncertain, And nothing at all looks right. Yet out of the blackness groping. My heart finds a world in bloom: For it somehow is fashioned for hoping. And it cannot live in the gloom. t**—'■ He tells us from border to border, That race is warring with race; With riot and mad disorder, The earth is a wretched place: And yet, ere the sun is setting, I am thinking of peace, not strife; For my heart has a way of forgetting All things save the joy of life. I heard in my youth’s beginning. That earth was a region of woe; Of trouble and sorrow and sinning For the Truth Teller told me so, I knew it was true, and tragic; And mourned over much that was wrong; And then by some curious magic. The heart of me burst into song. The years have been going, going, A mixture of pleasure and pain; But the Truth Teller’s books are showing That evil is on the gain. And I know that I ought to be grieving. And I should be too sad to sing: But somehow I keep on believing That life is a glorious thing. ESSENTIAL LAWS OE SUGGESS Paper Read Before the Chautauqua Circle The real abiding and far reaching lessons of life are taught in divers ways and manners and by all races and conditions of people. Nothing ever existed but what bad its mis sion to the world. Races, events and things constitute history. Looking over the races of, the world today for an example of financial success, the Jews stand in front rank. Without a country of their own; scattered broadcast throughout the globe; they command the eyes of all the poeple; because financially they are a power. Why is this a fact? What one element of success is so strongly characteristic of that race? What made their peo ple the money-lenders of the na tions? One word will awswer our question —caut lousness. All their undertakings have been carefully planned. Places in which to invest have been subject of their rigid inquiry. Foresight has mark ed the pathway to their present po sition in the arena of finance, all through the ages of their financial ascendancy only one avenue was open to them, the one of invesment. Barred from holding office, made the butt of ridicule, denied privileges granted to the meanest citizens, they early learned to be careful and make their money accomplish much. This made them cautious. Caution needs to be used by all j who would succeed. Foresight is to be cultivated. It is sometimes a great deal easier to spend than it is to save. This applies to force as well as to money. Prudence is a word to conjure with. To husband our works as well as our resources is to be ready for emergencies that will eventually arise. Those who fail to consider all sides of success and neglect the cautiousness needed in one’s make-up, will be betrayed into imprudent and injudicious things. “Haste makes waste” was taught many youthful minds. llow true: Many possible openings for merited advancement has been closed by hasty words, speech that might bet ter have been unsaid, words that did EDITED AND PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY THE INMATES OF THE MINNESOTA STATE PRISON (From the German) incalculable damage but could never be recalled. So hurried and un thought-out acts have prevented the consummating of beneficial “deals” already in progress which otherwise might have been closed at a good profit. We should proceed in all our un dertaking with caution —but pro ceed. We must not go to the other extreme and be anxious. To use care in making headway is correct, to be fearful of what might be ahead is incorrect. We must learn to weigh words and actions. Proper definitions furnish a safe conductor for the train of thought and of deed. When we have considered our plans and measured our words, there is no need to delay our journey. . No one' person knows all and everything about one business. No head is large enough or will ever be large enough to contain all wisdom. Every day may be one from which some real fact may be gleaned. From unexpected sources ideas may be rescued that will be very helpful in making one’s chosen line of woik more productive. That person is wise who realizes that those who “know tt all” cease at that moment to advance. We must never become the victim of such a delusion. To seek the advice and council of anyone who can shed one ray of light upon our work. The whole universe may be stopped; all human minds may be made con tributory to enable us to reach the highest pinnacle of success. To do this is to minister to our greatest development. Cautiousness is best increased and made powerful by watchfulness. To be in love with one’s work is to bring to bear upon it such judicious carefulness as will prevent one becoming the victim of designors or evil doers. Cautious ness is the armor that protects us from weapons of the crafty who will kill our enterprises and make our possible successes failures. The Romance of Filibustering Capt. John O’Brien, whose life story as set down by Horace Smith has just been published, was born in New York in 1837. He began his unusual career as pilot in home waters, but the romance and danger of filibustering soon claimed him. He was successful in numerous dar ing excursions on the Dauntless and Three Friends when, as will be re membered, he carried munitions of war to the Cubans in spite of both Spanish and American authorities. President Gomez himself speaks of ! “his unique and distinguished ser i vices in our War of Independence,” I and of how he devoted himself “to i our cause as unselfishly and enthusi astically as though he had been a son of Cuba. An idea of strong fascination of the sea and its perils is given by Micheal Williams in a story called, “The Middle Shoal” in the June Red Book Magazine. It describes a Captain who for years has piloted his vissel past a dangerous shoal, and allowed even a wider margin than necessary for safety; but event tually the shoal has hypnotized him and he begins to get closer, until on his final trip, one of the other offi cers had to commit mutiny in order to save the vessel. It is imnossible to read the story without thinking that such a condition as this may have had something to do with the Tittnic disaster. IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND. STILLWATER, MINNESOTA, THURSDAY, MAY 23, 1912. THE MILLIONAIRE The majority of those who read the papers and magazines are not mil lionaires but these papers and mag azines believe they greatly interest their readers by explaining how a man may become a millionaire. One can be without a mil lion dollars. Those who accumulate a million usually pay far more than what these dollars are really worth. It is pleasant and comfortable to say to one “Be good and you will be happy.” No one disputes this copy book heading. The making, of a million dollars is something like climbing a greased pole. Here and there a man at a county fair reaches the top, but the majority fail, altho providing fun for the crowd. If the trees in a forest or flowers in a gar den or vegetables in a held could speak and were asked to describe why some achieve full growth and richness, they would reply that a combination of circumstances, such as moisture, soil, chemistry, sunshine and first class seed were responsible for their success. The average young man when he starts on his career, usually has a dim notion of hoping to be worth a mil lion before- he dies, but age brings on a merciful paralysis of these am bitions. When the average man is over fifty years of age he is apt to thank God if he is making a living and getting his family a fair shai'e of comfort, entirely forgetful of his original intention to be a millionaire. A prominent business man, whose father established a business which has grown immensely, was once asked by a friend of mine, a news paper man, to tell how he accumu lated a million dollars. The million aire took the question as a kind of joke and explained that his father was one of the founders of their ex tensive business and that he (theson) could not be given any special cred it for being his father’s heir-at-law- As a matter-of-fact the man who does r.ot make a million dollars us ually works just as hard, just as in dustrious and just as free from dis- sipation and just as intense in application to work as the man who does make a million, but circum stances greatly effect the course of prosperity. Success as, a rule, demands a com bination of good qualities and failing, or, lacking these, one remains medi ocre. And yet the world must be full of such to do the large amount of mediocre work necessary. Abraham Lincoln said that God Al mighty must have loved the common people because he made so many of them. After all, the possession of a mil lion dollars and little els« would be regarded by most men as a sad mis fortune. Wealth without health is a mockery and many a gilded palace becomes a detested prison house when circumstances prevent human who live in them from hav ing pleasant and normal lives. There are not so very many million airs today. Those at the top of the tree point to special circumstances and favorable opportunities (with but very exceptions) whereby they becam<Trich with little difficul ty or hindrance. Sometimes a man is fortunate to have a good start and Chuzzelwit. a good business organization and is able to go ahead and accumulate a very large stack of hay while the sun is shining. Other men may be just as bright and clever, but luck possibly did not come their way and they were simply able to make a fair living and to leave something to take care of their families after death. No man living could ever become a millionaire simply by following cer tain rules or precipts. Possibly a college or university of the future may have a special course, designed for educating the extra-ambitious to become millionaires. The Men Who Walk The Tracks A special train was humming along through the night over the wind-swept beach-side tracks of the Southern Pacific Company’s coas,t line between San Francisco and Los Angeles. Trudging ahead of the train, between the rails and careful ly inspecting every foot of the road bed by the light of his lantern, went an humble employe of the company named Abe Jenkins. It was Abe’s business to see that the track was in proper shape for the passage of trains. As he walked out upon a bridge he saw the dark figure of a man bob up from between the ties in the middle of the structure and run quickly towards the opposite side. Abe ran after the man, seized him and would have captured him but that another man appeared and beat him off. While these two were van ishing in the darkness Abe walked back to the middle of the bridge and there he found on a cross-piece under the ties a box with a rope pro tuding from it. He opened the box and in it found thirty-nine sticks of dynamite. The rope was a ten-foot fuse. And now down the line and out upon the bridge shone the big elec tric headlight of the special. Abe stepped aside with the box in his hands, the train thundered out upon the bridge and whisked by him while he lifted his cap. And the reason why he lifted his cap was be cause he knew that in a car of that train, little dreaming of the plots of anarchists, or of any danger whatso ever, was the President of the United States. It is not every trackwalker who has had the honor of saving the life of a President, or at least of render ing him so great a service, but trudg ing up and down their lonely beats, many patrolmen of the rails have saved thousands and thousands of lives of lesser persons. You in your overheated Pullman berth, on a stormy winter night rarely, if ever, give a thought to the man walking the roadbed ahead of your train, facing the blizzard while his bright lantern gleams along the double row of rails, looking for loose platebolts, for high joints, for broken culverts, for track obstructions or whatever else might prove of danger in your swift flight through the darkness. But ahead of you there, safeguard ing your way, the trackwalker tramps his cold, dismal beat, with wrench and oil can and lantern, with alert eye and ready hand to re pair, if it is in his power, whatever damage has been wrought by the ele ments or by the heavily grinding wheels, and, if he cannot repair it to set signals for the engineer and to summon theroadmaster and his gang. At all season and at all hours these careful inspectors are on the job and the number *f disasters they avert in the course of a long term of years is incalculable.-From “ Watch men of the tracks” in June Techni cal World Magazine. “GOOD WORDS” A new monthly magazine has made its appearance, but it is one of a peculiar character. It does not contain advertising, nor solicit it, or make its circulation known. It is issued by the inmates of the Federal Penitentiary at Atlanta, Ga. —by permission of Attorney General Wickersham. The writers sign their contributions, not by their names, but their numbers, although the ed itor, whose number is 8542, announc es that "Of all the sad words of tongue or men The saddest are these—We’re in the pen ” fhe contents of the first number show that the mission of the publi cation is to bring sunshine into the prison gloom. The first issue consists of four pages, and typographically compares favorable with many small country newspapers. On the first page is a photograph of the new administra tion building of the penitentiary and several articles devoted to the Department of Justice in dealing with the problem of the prisoners, the work of the prison farm, where fresh vegetables and fruits are raised for the use of the prisoners, and the tuberculosis camp, where patients receive the open air treatment. The editorial page contains many spicy paragraphs about general top ics and there is a serious editorial article urging the necessity of study and work to improve the mental condition of prisoners and advising them to learn a trade, so that they may lead honest lives after their re lease. The prison “poets” also have re sponded to the impulse of spring, although viewed from the inside. Here is No. 3542’s contribution: The umpire stood on the baseball field. * Earning his daily bread. Decision raw — Unwritten law — Poor umpire—he’s dead. No. 3542 handed this one to the poets: At last in prison, I was sure, I would not find his likes; But you cannot dodge the critter. They’ve got him herein stripes. Here are several of the editoral paragraphs: The most despicable individual we know of is a he gossip. The man with a grouch and no work to do is engaged for a lively jog with the devil. Dont waste your time telling people who you were or what you are; show them what you are going to be. Discussing innovations at the At anta prison instituted by direction of Attorney General Wickersham, the paper says: “Modern prison methods which aim toward the reformation and rehabilitation of the men who have been too weak to withstand temptation have been adopted by the Department of Justice. The striped suit, the shaven head, the rock pile, the chain and ball, the whip, the dark cell with its insufficient supply of fresh air, the “rule of si lence” in shop, cell and dining hall and other methods of punishment that tend to lower and de grade a prisoner are not used in the big Atlanta prison. In some respects the United States Gov ernment is in advance of other Governments. The reforms instituted and advocated bring the parole of prisoners upon the expiration of ond third of their sentence: large, comfortable and well lighted cells, containing running water and all necessary toilet facilities; school hours five days each week for illiterates and even advanced grades, musical training under a competent di rector, music with meals, concerts by the prison orchestra and even vaudeville performances from a popular Atlanta theatre once a month, a well selected prison library, an outdoor camp for tu berculosis prisoners, recreation grounds for base ball and other sports, a holiday for the prisoners every Saturday throughout the year, religious services every Sunday, the privilege of purchas ing a daily newspaper, cigars, tobacco and other necessary supplies, free pipes, tobaccoand match es, a large farm, a dairy, shops where the prison ers may learn a trade, m dern hospital service and correction methods under supervision if but one man." MINNESOTA ISTORICAL SOCIETY. _ S SI.OO a Year TERMB* | GMonths Fifty Cts Mail Order Journal No matter where we must abide. You’ll always fiud a poet; At least that’s what he thinks he is Although we may not know it. I’ve roamed this wide world o’er North, south, east and west. But never have been able To quite escape this pest.