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Vol. XXV—No 45.
In Memory of a Pleasant and Profitable Hour. We haven’t your western prairies. We haven't vour mountains if rand. We haven’t even the saire brush gray That grows in the desert sand. Our gray is the gray of granite. Our mountains are those of despair, ’Tis little we know of your sunset glow, And we’ve never a whiff of your air. We haven't your days of glory. We haven’t your star-lit nights. We haven’t the range of vision You get from your lofty heights. Our eyes wear a veil and blinded We grope on the lower Slopes: We wake and we sleep, we work and we weep, In the valley of Blighted Hopes. You sing of the mesa and prairies, You sing of the hills ever green, You sing of the land of freedom “Where the Hand of God Is Seen,” Then up from our valley of sorrow, Tho’ weary and down and out. We fling back a sc.ng. full-throated and strong For the ears of you. Sunshine Scout. You sing of the hand of Jehovah. You see out there in the west. We sing of His finger only. Which down on our hearts is pressed, He chastenetli whom He loveth. And as we pass ’neath the rod. We re given the brand that was for us planned In the mind of a righteous God. You sing of the wide, free spaces. Where always there’s something more; You sing of the open places. But we of the fast closed door. Tho’ never at all does it matter What the theme of the song shall he, There is only one thing-that we sing, that we sing Till the Giver of song we see. Failure vs. Future Opportunities On thinking over the events of Memorial Day, with its recreation, entertainment and music, my thoughts dwell upon certain obser vations that I made while we were permitted the outdoor recreation under the fresh green trees and be neath the clear blue sky and bright sunshine. I see again hundreds of faces, that if I were able to read them and their past histories, would tell me many stories of lost oppor tunities and hopes and dreams un realized. The faces of men of re finement, education and culture, men who have had, at one time, all the technicalities essential to a no ble manhood, in alertness and breadth of thought, in self-control, in fidelity, in sensitiveness of con science, in high integrity—they have attained these heights and have stood among the intellectual and moral aristocracy of mankind, only to slip from these heights into the awful abyss of failure. I see faces of men who have had no opportuni ty for education and culture, who through their ignorance have trans gressed the laws; faces of men who are morose, sullen and hardened, men whose faces smile out to you in sympathy and men’s faces which make one think of the bitterest dose of medicine one has ever taken, and there flashes across memory’s door the old quotation: * 4 Man is not the creature of circumstances. Circum stances are the creatures of men.” llow many men believe the truth of this quotation? Think of the great amount of talent behind these grey walls which, if it had been used in the right direction, would perhaps have made this world a better place to live in. You smile perhaps? 'l>ut behind these walls that shut away the outer world from us, there is represented nearly every profession and trade in exis tence: civil, mechanical, electrical, bridge engineers, architects, physi cians, attorneys, newspaper men, expert accountants, jewelers, con tractors and builders, carpenters, printers, blacksmiths, machinists, telegraphers, plumbers, butchers, To Capt. Jack Crawford By EDDIE BURNS. Chuzzelwit EDITED AND PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY THE INMATES OF THE MINNESOTA STATE PRISON painters, shoemakers, landscape gardners, farmers, etc., men who if they had only used their talents in the right direction, in the majority of cases, would have been the free men God and their mothers intended they should be. The face of one conveys to ODe many things, but conversation is the foundation upon which is built the good, poor or indifferent opinion of the person considered, so my memo ry wonders back over the many different conversations I had and those to which I was a only a silent listener. Every man I talked with, except two, spoke of family and home, directly or indirectly. Some spoke of wife and others of sweet hearts that were waiting out in the world for their return and one young fellow, who is silently plug ging away in study and energy to accomplish his ambition to become a good draftsman and architect, looked me straight in the eye and remarked, “the only sweetheart I have and the only one I ever want to have is my old mother and she is nearly seventy years old.” I couldn’t help but feel a. big respect for that man when he made that re mark and all who were standing by that heard him I know felt the same as I. Some that read this may, in their ignorance and hardness, sneer and call thia sentimental rot, but men, show me the man in here, or out side in the world who has not some spark of sentiment in his make-up, and I’ll show you a man that is an absolute degenerate. Those that have never had the clean, sure, hap py environment of a good home, a mother’s and father’s guidance and love, a sister’s affection, and those who have not those clean pure mem ories that go with the boyhood days have only our pity and sympathy. But what of those opportunities that have slipped away which we failed to grasp at the allotted time? those opportunities ■whose real worth and value we now realize? Will they pass our way again? Per haps not, but we may follow along in the direction they have drifted and may, by strenuous effort and grit, come in contact with them again and we will then know their real value. On Memorial Day, a young fellow, a civil engineer, remarked to me: I have had opportunity after opportu nity come my way but fool that I was I never knew their value till now, when it’s too late.” Too late? It's never too late! Look at the motto on the front page of this pa per. If the who have achei ved great things in the world’s his tory had, after their first failure, given up and said “It’s too late,” what would the register of World’s Progress show today? As far as lost opportunities are concerned we are all in the same boat, although to be frank, I have not any doubt that some of us will never have as good opportunities come our way again in the future as we have had in the past; but we must not wait for op portunities to look us up, for we must go on a still hunt for future opportunities and keep at it, for the one great secret of success in life is dogged, resolute Stick-At-Itive ness. And so just keep plugging away and make a firm resolve when the next chance comes, to use to the IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND. STILLWATER, MINNESOTA, THURSDAY, JUNE 6, 1912. best advantage the opportunitiy that awaits us. It is not the punishment that makes one want to start out all over again, clean and straight, for punish ment will never accomplish that, J but it is the inner feeling every man has, at one time or another, (it is 5 there just the same, for sometimes 1 the seed takes a good while to ma ture) that brings one to realize that his mother, father, sisters, relatives, friends, his Gcd, expects better things of him, and if in the past he has dragged their good name throu gh the slime and mire of degreda dation and disgrace, he owes it to them, if not to himself and his Crea i to, to begin anew and regain those heights of manhood from which he fell and to use those talents which he possesses in helping others, weak er than himself. The thoughts written here are nly the thoughts of a transgressor o£> the law, the same as the majority of us here; I say majority, for some here, no doubt, are victims of circumstances, but nevertheless, innocent or guilty, each man confined within these walls has, at one time or another, brought himself to realize the utter failure, so far, of his life. I know it is not wise to dwell on thoughts of this kind continually, but just a little reasoning-fflkpdd times, on a Sunday stimulate one to want to the future. This is not a sernfon but just a lit tle common prisoner to prisoner, failure to failure, if you will, but I would rather have it man to man, for “A failure? Not he who has courage to rise, And face the mistakes he has made, To make a start on the failure that lies In his path toiling on unafraid. ! No one is a failure who dares to come back With persistence and grit to keep on, Andlive down mistakes nomatter how black, I Facing derision and scorn! When things are made even and all is made plain. When all that is hidden is revealed. 1 We may learn that some failures have not "been in vain, ! And know why so much is concealed.” ' The above bit of poetry was sent 1 to me in a letter the other day, by a • friend whom I know will only be ■ too glad to have all the men here r . get the inspiration, encouragement l and help one receives after reading l it. Glancing over the Outlook, May 25th 1912, w.e note the following fea tures of good thiugs; The Editorial on the decision of the Supreme Court of 111.,forbidding the Bible to be read in the public schools; “Something of a Problem” by Charles Howard Shinn; “The Camp Fire Girls,” by Hartley Davis; “Playthings of Circumstance” by Julia Ross Low; “American Children” by Elizabeth McCracken, the second of a series of articles on that subject; and last but not least the beautiful poem of “Mother and Son” by Harold Trow bridge Pulsifer; A poem that will help us to return to our old love of poetry. A jury trial in a Western town had gone along for more than an hour when the trial judge discovered that the panel Was shy a juror. “What does this mean?” he roar ed. “There are only eleven jurors in the box; where is the twelfth?” “Please, your'Honor,,” answered one of the elevefi, “he has gone aw r ay from here on Borne other business; but he has left his verdict w T ith me.” —June Lippincott’s. DEFECTIVE PAGE The Outlook. Industrial Gourts of Germany R. H. Paper Head Before the Chautauqua Circle: The Civil Suit courts of Germany are overburdened with work, a good share of the time and cases are often required to wait weeks and even l months before coming up for trial. To overcome this difficulty of slow ness, Germany, some years ago, es tablished courts in which the exclu sive industrial civil suits are tried. This coui't has no connection with the government, or state courts, and their authority lies only within the municipality. Such a court consists of six members: three of w T hich are employees and three employers. Over there a man with judicial knowledge, ‘ appointed by the mu nicipality, presides. In larger cities, one or more such courts hold session everyday, from 9 a. m. until noon, except Sundays and days of festival, to dispose of the numerous cases. In smaller cities one court sits twice or three times weekly. The fact that such a large number of cases are disposed of in such haste may appear remarkable, to some, but the main reason why the S5 r stem works so smoothly is that no lawyers are allowed to represent either plaintiff or the defendant. Both sides must represent them selves at the hearing of the case; also witnesses are seldom required. If one of the parties involved in the case should be absent, he for feits his chance of winning the suit, the decision always goes in favor of the one present, right or wrong. This is why these courts do business with the greatest possible speed. To illustrate the working of such a session let me give the following incidence: A factory worker has been employed on delicate material, very liable to breakage, and on pay day he finds a deduction of a few marks in his wages. Naturally he complains, but the employer refuses to pay the amount due him for the work preformed on account of find ing breakage. If no satisfaction can be arranged, the worker will bring suit against the employer for recovering the deducted wages. The municipal government has a special bureau for this purpose and by filing his suit, he at once learns the date of trial, which is generally the fol lowing week. No further papers are served him. The defendant re ceives notice of this action the same day and therefore has ample time to prepare himself and cancel all en gagements made for this time. After learning both sides of the case the president comes to the conclusion that the amount deducted is rather a little too much. On the other side the working man, through his negligence, really caused the breakage. With a good natural smile the president will say: “Well, Mr. Schmidt, from what I heard from your employer you really did cause the breakage. Your employer loses much money in this way and has to protect himself against loss. The best thing to do is to-split the sum -and both sides will be satis fied.” But Mr. Schmidt does not want to split and objects to this. “Well then,” says the president, “won’t you split another half, so MINNESOTA ISTORICAL j SOCIETY. _ l sl.ooa Year TERMS : I ©Months Fifty Cts, you get three-fourths of the sum and your employer the rest and you go back to your work?” “How about it Mr. Jones?” (this to the employer). “Oh, very well, I am satisfied.” But John Schmidt still demands the whole amount. “See hear Mr. Schmidt, this is the best I can give you,” says the pres ident, “you can appeal to the high er courts if you like, but you un doubtedly know this will cost time and money and the cost will be more than the whole sum you are wanting here.” After considering: this, Mr. Schmidt finally .agrees to take his share of the same. Besides this, he goes back to his work at noon and no further bad feeling exists be tween him and his employer. Another illustration: Mr. Brown, a tailor, made a suit of clothes and done repair work for a Mr. Miller. Mr- Miller made partial payment to the tailor for this, and like many other people, decided that the tailor had plenty of time to wait for the After asking Mr. Miller re peatedly for his due, he says to the tailor: “Here, Mr. Brown, I’ll give you 80 marks if you sign this.” Eager to get some money out of bis customer. Brown the tailor signs the paper offered him. takes the money and happily, for the time be ing, goes his way. But he thinks he still has a certain amount coming and after some time has elapsed, asks for it. To his surprise Mr. Miller tells him that he does not owe him. any more. The tailor brings suit against Mr. Miller in the Industrial Court and the president orders Mr. Miller to pay. He reaches in his pocket and smiling says: “Here sir, see if I owe this man any mon ey.” After reading the paper the court asks Mr. Brown if this is his signature which the tailor assured. Now it occurs to him that he signed a receipt for the full amount due him and begins to protest. After much argument the president tells Mr. Miller that he has actually swin dled the tailor out of his rightful due. “But, Mr. President,” John Miller says, “does not the law require of a man to read everything 1 before sign ing it?” This, Mr. Brown must have not done, and his signature to this statement protects me from further payment.” “Nevertheless, you must admit that you intended to stop Mr. Brown from asking you in future for his money,” the court says. “Well, not exactly so.” The court tells John Miller that such actions are not manly. After some argument, both parties agree upon a compromise, in which the plaintiff is satisfied with half the amount Miller owed him. If, in this incidence, lawyers were allowed to present either side, such a case probably would be argued on legal points for a couple of days, and then no satisfaction would be reached in the end. Such are the cases in the indus trial courts; the president strives al ways to satisfy both ’ parties and for this, pushes a compromise'. The cost, which is very small falls usually to the losing one. The main thing that the court strives for is to bring about recon ciliation between the employer and the workman.