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Ultrror Entered at the postoffice at Stillwater, Minne sota, as second-class mail matter. The Mirror is issued every Thursday at the following rates: One Year * SI.OO Six Months -S® Three Months M To inmates of all penal institutions per yr. .50 Address all communications to The Mirror, Stillwater. Minn. The Mirror is a weekly paper published in the Minnesota State Prison. It was founded in 18*7 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 prisoner: to disseminate penological information and to aid in dispelling that prejudice which has ever been the bar sinis ter to a fallen man’s self-redemption. TO INMATES For the information of new arrivals and all others desiring to send The Mirror to friends, 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 address of person to whom paper is to be sent. Each paper must be kept clean and fold ed in the same manner in which it is received and placed in your door every Friday night. All in mates are requested to comply with this order whether sending out a copy or not. Prison ©ffttials Hoard of Control C. E. Vasaly, ... Little Falls C. J. Swendsen, - - St. James Ralph VV. Wheelock, - - Minneapolis J. D. Mills, Secretary. Hnarft of JJarole C. E. Yasaly, Chairman. Henry Wolfer, Secretary. Rev. S. G. Smith. Charles S. Reed. Hesideni ©fftriale Henry Wolfer Warden R. M. Coles Deputy Warden New Prison J. Backland Asst. Deputy Warden New Prison J. J. Sullivan Aet'g Deputy Warden Old Prison John Whelan Act’g. Asst. Dpty. Warden Old Prison E. Deragish •• Steward G. A. Newman Physician Miss Mary McKinney Matron Chas. Corcoran Catholic Chaplain C. E. Benson Protestant Chaplain ASTRAY There was a man, it was said one time. Who went astray in his youthful prime. Can the blood keep cool and the heart keep quiet When the blood is a river that’s running riot? And boys will be boys, the old folks say, And a man is best who's hail his day. The sinner reformed and the preacher told Of tire prodigal son who's come back to the fold. And Christian people threw open the door With a warmer welcome than ever before: Wealth anil honor were his to command And a spotless woman gave him her hand. And the world strewed their pathway with flowers a-bloom, Crying. God bless the lady and God bless the groom! There was a maiden who went astray In her golden dawn of her life’s young day: She had more passion and heart than head And she followed blindly where fond love led And love unchecked is a dangerous guide To wander at will by a fair girl’s side. The woman repented and turned from sin. But no door opened to let her in: The preacher prayed that she might be forgiven, And told her to look for a place—in heaven. For this is the law of the earth, we know. That the woman is stoned, while the man may A brave man wedded her after all, But the world saiil frowning, “We shall not call.” —Klla Wheeler Wilcox. FRIDAY THE 13th. The champion fish story is now going the rounds of the press. A Michigan farm er, after an attack of sickness, started on Friday the 13th to cough up fish. The first fish he was relieved of was, according to the news item, four inches long. He coughed up several and is now' getting bet ter. The doctors says he swallowed min nows when drinking at a brook, and the minnows finding congenial quarters in his stomach grew into fish. We would like to know how the minnow-s, after they had grown into real fresh fish, knew that Fri day w'as fish day. We would also like to be informed whether the farmer or origina tor of the story considers Friday the 13th a lucky day. HOW MUCH DO YOU KNOW? Did you ever take an inventory of your stock of knowledge? A search through our mental storehouse brings many a surprise. We find a lot of vacant places, where we thought we had stored away facts for fu ture reference. We dug down into one dusty corner of our mental supply and found only rubbish. We concluded that was the place where forgotten things were lost. Not long ago an idea suggested a theme for an article. We thought we were safe to venture into the writing of it, but alas! we had forgotten some of the facts. We are constantly learning, ever acquiring knowledge; but we are forgetting other facts. Did you ever have a high school boy come to you for help in his Algebra lesson? How confidently, you took the book and assumed a wise air. But the lesson puzzled you. Still, way back in school days, you had worked the problem with ease. Take an inventory and find out how much you think you know. DISILLUSIONED. Another cherished institution has been shattered by the scientists. The Gulf Stream is now critized for not behaving as our geographies taught us it should. We do not like to have the wonders we wond ered about during our school days contro verted by the modern men of science. The memories and struggles of our geography lessons are still with us, and we are not go to be convinced that the Gulf Stream is a myth. We are going to abide by the old beautiful mystery we never were able to understand. We always took delight in teaching the geography class the lesson about the Gulf Stream. There was plenty of mystery and some doubt to interest the class. It is true the scholars sometimes embarrassed us with pertinent questions, but that added interest to the lessons and kept the teacher busy thinking out the answers. Now we are curtly informed by the scientists that we taught a wrong theo ry; but we must not be disillusioned. We must learn this new theory if we wish to be scientifically up to date. No, we will not, we refuse to believe the theory. We are old-fashioned, and we never really under stood the old theory of the Gulf Stream. WHAT IS THE USE? The writer cannot understand the rea son for writing such stories as Upton Sin clair’s “Damaged Goods.” The first in stallment of the story appears in the June Physical Culture, magazine. The opening chapters of the story are sordid and com mon place. The liaision of a young French law'student isenlarged upon and de picted for the gratification of the muck rakers. Why write such stuff? What pur pose does it serve? We know all about such things. They are not nice to even think about and vulgar when set in type. Perhaps Upton Sinclair belives his mission in print is to preach good morals and write up the indecencies. Maybe he thinks that by making “Damaged Goods” a little “naughty’ the story will be popular and thus bring in good returns from the pub lishers. We believe the story will be suc cessful from a financial standpoint. But do not think the author has produced any thing that will add to his literary fame. What is the use anyway of criticizing the story? That only attracts attention to the writer and gives a little free advertising. Have you been notified this summer that it was hot? You cannot always hold the job by do ing your best. Sometimes your best is not the kind of ability the job requires. The income tax will make twenty-six of the richest men in the country think it is an outcome tax. They will pay taxes ranging from $1t,0,000 to $2,000,000. We do not as a rule ask the boss to pay us what our services are worth. Nor do we always ask to be paid what we think we can earn. We really try to get all we can. Julian Street has given us a rare treat in his satire on the Cubists. The article is entitled: “Why 1 becamea Cubist,” and appears in Everybody’s magazine for June. The whole article is replete with wit and rare humor. He says of the fam ous painting by Marcel Duchamp— “ Nudes Descending a Stairway,” that the picture “Looks like an explosion in a Shingle factory.” Next time you see an il lustration of the painting think of this des cription. The Mayor of Havana has forbidden the display of foreign flags, except where the flag is used to designate a consulate or a legation. The edict is intended to re buke citizens of the United States and Great Britian in particular. There was a time when the flag of the United States looked very good to the Cubans. Not so long ago either. Maybe the generation that has come into power in Cuba, since 1898, has forgotten the debt they owe the flag that set them free. There are many Americans who followed that flag who have not forgotten. The question arises: How long.does gratitude endure the vicissitudes of tijne? For a man to have his ambition satisfied, and at the same time gain riches is very gratifying. Guy Lowell, who designed the new' circular court building in New York, will receive 6 per cent, of $10,000,000, the cost of the building; $600,000 is a very good fee, and Mr. Lowell won the prize against twenty-three competitors. The building will stand as a monument to his genius and serve as a source of inspiration to those who aspire to excell. The build- ing, when completed, will be used as a court house, and Mr. Lowell has planned a cir cular building original in design and con venient for intended use. That is why the fortunate architect won the prize. He combined practibility with originality and beauty of design. The spelling bee between Washington correspondents and statesmen w r as an un usual test of knowledge in orthography. The words given the contestants by the Secretary of Agriculture were very diffi cult. Think of spelling such words as Acacia, fushsia, caoutchoue, gneiss, epi cine, ecumenical, bdellium and infeoff, without previous study We doubt if the majority of school teachers could spell these words correctly. The average man is a poor speller and less attention is given to correct spelling than was formerly the case. The man of affairs nowadays dic tates his correspondence to a stenographer and seldom uses the pen except to sign his signature. Modern men let the stenograph er do their spelling and correct their gram mar. It is a remarkable fact that the Eng lish language admits of the use of many substitutes for the long difficult words. If one wishes to use a difficult word and must write the word, if one cannot spell the word and has no dictionary, it is easy to think of a short word that can be used as a substitute By Pendennis: ( Old Prison.) REVIEWS. Gayhoppin The Technical World has a list of good articles for July, namely: “The Pure Food Law —a license to poison.” “Bat, Ball and Business.” “Measuring Life.” “America No Melting Pot,” are by well know writers. Are you fond of detective stories; not wishy-washy kind but real detective stories? Mrs. Wilson Woodrow has one of the best in the July Ainslees. Other writers who you will like: Thomas AcfiJi-son with “The Other Man.” a big serious story, a worthy companion to “The Other Wom an” by the same author which was recent ly published. Wells Hastings in “The Alchemists,” a storm at sea, a fight and a love story, are carefully wrought into a rousing piece of fiction. Nalbro Bartley with another story of The Philippines, “The Water Cure.” There are many others but these three are above the average and the July Ainslees will be a good num ber to cling to. Do girls go wrong because they want to? Helen Ware in the July Green Book says they do and she puts up an argument to prove her assertion. A new' serial is start ed in thisnumber: “ The Calaium Moon” by W. Carry Wonderly. “Little Miss — what’s-her- name,” by Bailey Lane is a continuance of his stories of “Chorus girl life.” The story seems true to life and is therefore very interesting. “My opinion of Women” by Doris Lytton. She sure has it in for the female of the species and does not appear a bit backward in saying so, and why. Go to it Miss Lytton, such articles make interesting reading, and that is what the people most desire in an article. FOOT NOTES By Nil Desperandum (Old Prison) There is no way of keeping a secret like forgetting it. Foolishness has many forms, but the forms adopted by the other fellow' always seem the most foolish. For woman, love is a tragedy, for man it is a short story. The quickest way to get one’s «elf disliked is by telling people things for their own good. Some people never stand on their dignity, for the simple reason that they have not enough to stand on. The man who attempts a criticism of another man’s methods, should first make sure his ow n are above reproach. Gayhoppin must be getting a little sporting blood in his veins since his so journ here. Can any reader furnish me with the spe cific gravity of ebony and teak respective x»y? Right you are Mr. Heliograms, the Old Prison is right there w'ith the talent. Marriage is like vaccination—sometimes it doesn’t take first time. Every man thinks he is the best friend some other man ever had. When you hear a man saying that every man has his price you are safe in conclud ing that the speaker is one who is marked down below cost. Some people have no higher ambition than to be numbered among those present. No, Clarence, it is not true that Warden Wolfer has decided to take us all for an outing to Como Park on the Fourth of July, but as usual we are to have the liberties of our own pretty little park from 9:00 o’clock until 11, during which time we may talk all we please, enjoy the music of the band, see the colored bretheren do the buck and wing, gambol (not gamble) on the green and in a general way recreate ourselves to our heart’s content. My first experience in one of these holiday liberty permissions was that of Memorial Day, and after spending a number of weeks in your midst, a mute, to all intents and purposes, the outing was most enjoyable. To those of the outside world who witnessed it from the road on the hillside back of the old prison, the sight must have been interesting to say the least, and that they enjoyed it quite as much as we did is evidenced by the fact that they remained until the whistle blowed. An outside friend has written me for an explanation of Pendennis’ allusion to my advice to smile, and his admonition not to bring the smile into the dining-room on penalty of “taking a walk down street about 2 : 30 p. m.’’ My friend couldn’t quite catch the meaning of “taking a walk down street.’’ For his information, the gifted Pendennis did not mean the city street, nor that a smile would mean immediate libera tion; on no! He intimated a trip through the prison street to “court,’’ and he is probably correct; but my dear Pendennis, when the Bluebird advocates a smile he does not mean a “grin.” You know, my dear boy, we can smile with our eyes, we can carry a smile in our heart which will reflect our conscientious well-wishing for all about us. It is the smile of peace within which makes peace and contentment without; it is the smile that makes those about you feel like taking you by the hand as a friend; it is the smile that makes you unconsciously give the other fellow more elbow room at the table and pass his plate and cup with as much courtesy and pleasure as though you were entertaining your best friend at the W aldorf-Astoria. Chambers Reilly* a millionaire attorney of the east, is making an extensive persona] investigation of what he calls “Judicial and Official Fear of Public Opinion,’’ and at his own expense, is covering the country from coast to coast compiling data to be used in an article later to appear in one of the prominent magazines. Mr. Reilly’s method of obtaining his information first-hand is unique and sure to be authentic, inasmuch as he travels incog, and attends such trials —criminal and civil as excite more than ordinary public interest and newspaper comment. In a forecast of his forthcoming article, he cites as an instance a case in which the trial judge in a criminal case in a western city, acknowledged to him that he felt sure that the case against the defendant was simply persecution, owing to the fact that the man had been punished for his offense by serving a jail sentence imposed by the federal court, and was now standing his second trial FOR THE SAME OFFENSE in the county court. “But on account of the newspapers,’’ says Mr. Reilly, “and a general agitation on the part of certain civic reform woman, the judge permitted the case to proceed and go to a prejudiced jury which of course found the man guilty and he is now serving his second sentence in prison for the one offense of which I have grave doubt of his guilt The sound of the caliope as it came to 11s the other evening from an excursion steamer, may have sounded harsh and unmusical to some of the inmates, but to those of us who have lived along the banks of the old Ohio and have, as boys, seen the big packets pass every day, or brilliantly illuminated at night, toss the waves shoreward in the sil very moonlight, to an accompaniment of popular airs on the coliope; this instance brings back sweet memories and is real melody to our ears. Always happy, always gay and full of hope, never knowing sorrow; this heart full of song and laughter, and love, began to droop when adversity and misfortune came to its owner. Grief utterly unknown to it, came so suddenly that it could not quite under stand or bear the weight of it all, and one day in a fit of abject dispair it fied leaving its master for the time, a pitable shadow of his former self. Gone perhaps to seek rest from it all, hoping and looking in vain for the realm of happiness which once was its own. Will you not try to find it and return it to give solace to its owner? Perchance it may have fled to the wooded forest to ask the birds whose music it loved so well, for sympathy; maybe you will see it amid the glare of city lights where it roams aimlessly in search of its lost comfort, or peradventure it has wandered back to the scenes of its early life where as a child’s heart it was comforted, petted and taught loyalty and good ness, by its little master’s mother —long since layed to rest; and then possibly you may discover it in some beautiful garden where roses bloom, and w'here it is being tenderly guarded and nurtured by one who loves it dearly, one who has w'ound a garland about it a garland of pity and serene affection. If you should see it surrounded by such en vironments, leave it alone for it will at least be happy there —and safe until its owner comes to again claim it as his own. THE BLUEBIRD Four Double-O-One START THE DAY RI6HT. “Start the day right when the sun comes to greet you Give it a smile for each ray that it sends; Shake off the worries that long to defeat yoy, Strengthen your faith in yourself and your friends. Yesterday’s ghost will be striving to haunt you; Yesterday’s errors may come to your brain; Throw off the worries that trouble and taunt you; Start the day right—begin over again. 9 9 9 9 9 9 ? 9 THAT “SMILE” AGAIN. 9 9 9 JUDICIAL FEAR OF PUBLIC OPINION. » 9 9 9 9 9 LOST-A HEART. 999 A RED, RED ROSE. O my Luve’s like a red, red rose * That’s newly sprung in June: O my luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune! As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And rocks melt wi’ the sun; I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall rup. And fare thee weel, my only luve, And fare thee weel a while! And I will come again, my luve, Tho, it were ten thousand mile. —Exchange —Robert Burns.