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Vol. XXVI—No 7.
The Little Man Inside Wbat is conscience? Technically, I cannot answer, for a Webster is not handy, so offer a home-made definition. There is a little man in side us —the real Tom, Dick, John or Jim, whom we cannot fool with any of our outward shams or bluffs. He knows us as we really are — knows us better than our own mothers ever did and when we are tempted to do a mean, cowardly or dishonor able act his small voice is raised in protest —that’s conscience. There are three kinds of con science; an active, or live one; a dor mant, or dead one and an elastic or rubber varity. Those who possess the former are timely blessed. A t hor oughly conscientious man is usually a success in life from every view point, and it is needless to say that persons so favored are seldom found among our 4t fresh-fish.” I do not wish to imply that there are no good, conscientious people here, for there are, since the polution of out- side vices has had time to evaporate from their system. Those whose conscience is dorm ant or dead are to be pitied more than blamed. To begin with, they were not around to grab their share when the Lord was serving out con science. Nature not only neglected them but in early training the small voice of the little man inside was not properly encouraged so that at man’s estate there is but the faintes whisper to protect them from evi ' % impulses. V \ ‘ Now we come to the ‘ elastic’ conscience, and to this class belong many respectable people who have not'as yet been Bertilloned, but ought to be. To illustrate: one day Farmer Brown, a church deacon, close fisted, shrewd, honest, (?) goes to the bank to deposite a sum of money. The cashier hands him back one of his *lO bills, telling him it is a counterfeit. Now bann er Brown tried hard to recall who had stuck him with that bad ten, but he couldn’t, so cautiously placed the bogus bill in the back of his long leather. The next day he carefully examined it and concluded the cash ier was mistaken. “It looked ex actly like other money, —of course its good.” The day following he takes another squint at it. ‘Well, by heck ! it don’t just feel like other bills. I guess it is bad alright” So it went on. One day sure it was good and the next day equally cer tain it was bogus. Now on one of the days when he thought it was good au opportunity offered and he pass ed that ten spot in trade. The ‘‘elastic” in his conscience was in good working order. When a man finds the presence of rubber in this part of his system, right there is where he wants to put on brakes and tight to give the small voice more power. How many of us have said; “Someway this don’t seem just right, but I’ll Bfo ahead and take a chance anyway.” The more you smother the voice of the lit tle man inside the weaker it becomes and the nearer you are due for one of those lottery-ticket sentences. May be you are aware that your conscience is elastic, dormant or dead and you ask, what am I going to do about it? Society has barred She ffliffof I EDITED AND PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY THE INMATES OF THE MINNESOTA STATE PRISON J. H. E. me from the Brotherhood of man and condemns me to solitude and silence, where a daily prison routine does not permit of friendship or personal sympathy. My answer is: make the very silence and solitude a good reason for frequent consult ations with the little man inside. You can talk to him on all manner of subjects which effect your daily doings —and it w r ont land you in the Deputie’s Court either. For instance when at your shop task, or duty of any kind, if tempted to allow a piece of careless woi'k slip through (feeling sure nobody will know any way) ask the little man and it’s a cinch bet he will reply, “Don’t let it go. It is not a square deal and a real injury to yourself.” Constant heeding of the small voice along such lines as these and you are well on the way to become a careful and conscientious work man; a mighty good weapon to have in life’s battle on the day the when the big key makes a noise for the last time. Now when this does happen, and you have developed a fair brand of conscience to go out with, just tack this in your lid. Alcohol or drugs will kill it surely and quickly and back you will be in the same old slavery condition and probably in a place just like this. There —that’s pretty close to preaching, so I’ll pass. I am not ashamed to say, however, that I am making my own fight for better manhood in a constant effort to strengthen the small voice of the little man inside. Expect Great Things Of Yourself. We often hear it said of a man, “Everything he undertakes suc ceeds,” or “Everything he touches turns to gold.” By the force of his character and the creative power of his thought, such a man wrings suc cess from the most adverse circum stances. Confidence begets confi dence. A man who carries in his very presence an air of victory, rad iates assurance. As time goes on he is re-enforced not only by the power of his own thoughts, but al so by that of all who know him. His friends and acquaintances af firm and reaffirm his ability to suc ceed, and make each successive tri umph easier of achievement than its predecessor. His self-poise, asur ance, confidence and ability increas es in a direct ratio to his achieve ments. Many people of real ability do little things all their lives because they are the victims of discourage in g self-suggestions. Whenever they attempt to do anything they allow their minds to dwell on the possibility of failure, and they pict ure the consequent humiliation of it all until they cripple their powers of initiative. Power is largely a question of strong, vigorous, perpetual thinking along the line of the ambition, par allel with the aim —the great life purpose. Here is where the power originates. Stoutly assert that there is a place for you in the w r orld, and that you are going to fill it like a man. Train yourself to expect great things of yourself. Never admit even by your manner that you think you are IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND. STILLWATER, MINNESOTA, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 1912. destined to do little things all your life. If you practice and persist ently hold the positive, producing opulent thought, this mental attitude will some day make a place for you, and create that which you desire. Bear in mind that nothing will come to you without a sufficient cause and that cause is mental. Thoughts are forces, and by them we create ourselves and our condit ions. These little force points are constantly chiseliug, molding the character, fashioning the life. We cannot get away from our thought. We must be like it. Whatever we long for, yearn for, struggle for, and hold- persistently in mind, we tend lo ‘ become —tend to, in exact proportions to the in tensity and persistence of the thought. We think ourselves into smallness, into inferiority by think ing downward. We ought to think upward, then we vV'ould reach the heights where superiority dwells. It is not to be said that the man whose mind is set firmly toward achievement actually appropriates success, for he is success. —Orison Sweet Marden, in September Nau tilis. It is not often that a young man jumps into fame over night or, to express it mildly, so quickly as Walter Burley Griffin, who has just been awarded the first prize in the international competition for a de sign for the capital city of the Aus tralian colonies. Jumping into fame over night, however, does not do Mr. Griffin justice. There was the latent talent, backed up by push, energy, and industry. Mr. Griffin, who has just passed his thirty fifth birthday, and who has been practicing independently only seven years, had as his compet itors more than a hundred other architects, including some o f the most famous designers of this count ry and Europe. What makes his success all the more remarkable, perhaps, is the fact that his plan w as prepared in a much shorter time than w r as available by the majority of the other contestants. This was due to the fact that he did not learn of the competition, which was open ed a year ago last June, until the following November. II e spent only two months in w'ork upon his plans, and finally submitted thirteen drawings, five feetHiy thirty inches. These include a general plan of the city and its environs, long sections through the city in two directions, and a perspective bird’s-eye view of the city from one of the local mount ains. His plan carries not only honor, but a cash reward f 18750. When the Commonwealth o f Australia was created in 1900, one of the provisions of the constitution was that a new capital city should be established and that the site of the city should be in a federal dis trict owned and administered by the ■ Commonwealth and not by any one of the individual states. This ar rangement is- 'base * upon that of our capital city of Washington, lo cated in the DiStiict of Columbia. ' The territory selected is iu the Yess- Canberra district of New South i Wales and has an area of 900 square America Wins in World Gontest. miles. The site is in a mountain plateau 2000 feet above the sea, and lies in a triangle formed by three mountains. The Australian capital, which has not yet been named, will be the first capital since Washington, D.C., to be planned in detail before a shovelful of dirt has been removed from its site. The success of Mr. Griffin’s plans was perhaps due to the fact that his dream of a city was based not alone on architectural beauty, but was made to harmonize with the features of the surrounding landscape. —From “Chicago Archit ect Designs”—Australian Capital in October Technical World. “Mutsuhito the Great” Yet what were all Mutsuhito’s solid character and patent abilities compared with the traits of his com mon humanity? Greater morally than his abolition of feudalism and of extra-territoriality, or the victor ies over the sort of European dip lomacy that would keep Japan sub ject —with such episodes as the di rect offer, in 1868, of armed inter vention against his Government by the France of Louis Napoleon; or, later, the convoy by a German war clad of an infected vessel in defiance of Japan’s hygenic laws; or Russia’s seizure with bloodshed of Tsu Is land i n 1861 —was Mutsuhito’s emancipation proclamation, as noble as Lincoln’s. I lived in Japan when, nearly one million of the Emperor’s subjects were outside the pale of humanity and reckoned as Hi-nin (not humam). Victims of age-old religious prescription or outcast from obscure social reasons, these followers of dispised occupations, butchers, leather-workers, handler of corpses, and so forth, suffered under a cast ban as cruel as that of India. Scarcely could I get a student, or even a dog, to go with me through their village. To-day soldiers as brave as ever fought under the sun banner —I have the testimony from Kuroki’s own lips —and men of wealth, light, and leading are among these “New Commoners.” Once cut down by swashbucklers as vermin —as I witnessed —they now enrich the nation with unsuspected talent. Yet how few writers on Japan know o f the Imperial edict that made these people citizens! Conceive, if you can, of the vast moral strength that comes to a peo ple who place implicit confidence in their ruler, and you have the secret of invincible Japan of the Meiji era dating from 1868 . . . Mutsuhito had ever the open mind fc to choose the needed good. Whatever the future may reveal of the political"ethics or the nation al purposes of the ex ample and inspiration of Mutsuhito will long purify and perdure. His life is a beacon and standard. —William Eliot Griffis, in The North American Review for Sept ember. “The Loop” district of Chicago has finally beeh discovered by a short story writer. Marion Brunt lett Powell, whose “Mabel and the Flabby Philanthropist,” in Mc- Clure’s created quite a sensation, contributes “The Lure of the Loop” to the September Red Book Maga zine. It is a powerful business-love story _ ( SI.OO a Year TERMB? | 6 Months Fifty Cts, The wrecks of the world are often those men who go on the rocks when they try to steer their ships in two channels at the same time. Where there is occasional whole some criticism there is at least as surance of a chance for two opin ions to be considered and the best one taken. It is without doubt unfortunate for the American nation that more men are not content to improve upon the talents they possess, rather than to cultivate talents with which they are not gifted. The happiest conditions and the best successes among the men of this nation in these twentieth cen tury days have been won by men who have learned to say “I can do it,” not I cant.” Many a man goes to ruin when he considers that if he has done one thing well he can do something else better, instead of simply believing that if he does a thing well, he can do the same thing better if he tries. Whenever a person is blamed for having changed his mind on any thing for good reasons there is only one answer: They have shown the difference between man and a Mis souri Jack-ass. A man will change his mind, a Missouri Jack-ass will not. I was talking with a man in here today who is doing his third term. Whiskey has been the direct cause of each of his crimes. He is a good conversationist, educated, a good head, when he lets the booze alpne. Ninty-nine chances out of a hundred when he goes out into the world again he will make good. Is that man irreclaimable? No, a thousand times no, there never lived a man, no matter how steeped in sin, no matter how black his heart may be, no matter how great his crime, no matter how deep he has sunk down into the sorid mire of filth, crime and disgrace, unless he be without reason or incurably insane, that by a helping hand, decent treatment, sympathy and kindness and half a chance, with someone to inspire him with a new hope for life and to buck up and plav the man, that will not in some measure respond just as the giant engine responds to the slight est touch of the throttle of the man in the cab. It’s those embers of manhood that are slowly dying but never die that only need the bel lows of human kindness put to them that in most cases reclaims the man. That is a God-given law and I defy any living man to claim otherwise. Every man even if he himself has made errors and failures, blunders, and has many weaknesses should at least have faith in himself and his brother man, to always feel in his own heart that as long as there re mains a clear reasoning and longing to try and do better and to make an effort and strive to put the past be hind and look forward to a cleaner and better record in the future that no man is irreclaimable. And any time I get in such a condition that I think otherwise, just take me back ofTfife woodshed and with the big gest hickory or oak log you can fiud knock a little horse-sense into my cranial cavety. For liberty is a necessary essential and no man val ues it as much as one who has had it taken from him. Pointers Chuzzlewit