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Entered at the postoffiee at Stillwater. Minnesota, as second-class mail matter. The Mirror is issued every Thursday at the following rates: One Year - - - - Six Months. - - - 50 Three Months. - ** To inmates of all penal institutions per year.. - Address all communications to The Mirror, Stillwater. Minn. The Mirror is a weekly paper published in the Minnesota State Prison. It was founded in ISB7 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 peno logical information and to aid in dispelling that prejudice which has ever been the bar sinister to a fallen man's self-redemption. Each inmate is accorded the privilege of sending one paper home, or to friends free of charge. To do this you should write your own name and register number and the name and address of the person you wish to send the paper to, and hand same to your officer. If you desire to send more than one paper, each additional copy will be charged for at the rate of 50 cents a year.—The paper delivered to your cell each week must be kept clean, and should be folded in the same manner as you receive it. placing it in your cell door on Friday night. r. i / EDITORIAL - J THE MORE THE MERRIER—JOIN STAFF Time and time again we have informed the in mates that they were privileged to write for the Mir ror; and again we inform them likewise. Everyone is privileged to write and should take an interest in helping to make the paper in teresting and as much original as possible. Do not be averse to writing articles because you do not happen to be a first-class grammarian; ideas are what we want. Give us your ideas in as good shape as possible and we will attend to stringing them together for the convenience of the readers. Rest assured that whatever you write will be pub lished, provided it is suitable for the paper. Above all things “let not your angry passions rise” if the editor, in his judgment, does not publish all you write but occasionally assigns some part of your efforts to the waste basket. For you must remem ber the circumstances under which the paper is published makes it necessary to be very discreet at all times and conservative on many subjects. We must work in a sort of quiet way in order to avoid arousing antagonism which we might not be able to overcome. We would ask those who care to be a member of the present staff of contributors to kindly con sider what we have said in the above. We hope you find it convenient and worth your while to help the good cause along, and that we may have the pleasure of seeing your efforts in print in our next issue; for our one aim is to make the Mirror absolutely free from scissorials, and we know this can be done. So please put your shoulder to the wheel and help the cause along. Discipline, no matter how easy in form, is apt to prove onerous to those who must serve under it. And vet, it is one of the prime essentials of civilization. In fact, it is discipline which makes civilization; discipline in one form or another which is at the bottom of every activity of a civil ized society. All government is discipline; aimed to control the individual for, the benefit of the mass, if it be a free government; aimed to control the mass for the benefit of a class or an individual if it be an oligarchy or an autocracy. All education is discipline. All religion is dis cipline. It is something which it would be impos sible to conceive of a society without. Every per son, no matter what his station in life, is and must be amenable to discipline in some form or other. And few persons like to live under discipline! Since discipline, in one form or another, is something which man, in his present state, cannot do without, it is the endeavor of every thinking person to make the particular form of discipline under which he or she mus* live and work as light a burden as possible. Unfortunately, there are al ways some in every community who are thought less or negligent in this respect. In every large manufacturing or commercial concern, for instance, each shop or department has certain rules governing those who work in that particular shop or department. If these rules are generally lived up to,occasional lapses or violations will, as rule, be overlooked in view of the general record. As the shop or department manager sees that the rules are unnecessary to the general wel fare of the work in hand—sees that the workmen or workwomen in his or her department are en deavoring of their own will to conserve the inter ests of the wc rk —these rules are mitigated or abolished. On the other hand, if the working men and women are careless in regard to the rules that are in force, other and more stringent rules will be substituted for or added to them. In other words, discipline is tightened or relaxed in exact proportion as those under it respect it or not. This is true in every walk of life, in every activity of civilized society. To use another illustration: All law is a form of discipline. There are law* covering all of the laws against society which experience has taught us, men are liable to commit. There are many offenses against society which might be committed, that are not covered by any laws, because we have not found laws dealing with these particular mat ters necessary. Men have never yet practiced the gentle art of blowing up plum trees with nitro glycerine, for instance, and there is no law pro* hibiting such an act. But if a number of orchard- k NOTICE TO INMATES DISCIPLINE By Beau Esprit a ists should take the notion to destroy all of their trees in this manner, it would become necessasy to protect fruit-bearing trees from them by prohibi tory laws, or in other words, to discipline them. As offenses against this law grew less, it would gradually become obsolete, and would, eventually, be superceded by others less drastic or be finally abolished. Study of ancient statute books show this to have been the case in innumerable in stances. It is, therefore, the duty of every person in the interests of his own welfare and of the welfare of his fellowmen to strive with all his power to ob serve the particular form of discipline under which his condition places him, and to respect it, without regard to his personal inclinations of the moment, or to his own views of its necessity or of the bene fit to be derived from it. This is true under all circumstances, and it is particularly to be born in mind when one is working under arbitrary authority. Many times shop workmen or factory hands cannot see the necessity of certain rules which they are to observe. Often there is no neces sity for such rules. But the way to obtain their repeal is not to break them. That only creates the necessity for the rules. On the other hand, if the rules are scrupulously observed, it becomes much easier to convince those having the responsibility for the work in hand of the need less character of the rules and thereby to have them abolished. Do you remember the day you left school to take your first position in the business world? The future was bright and full of promises, wasn’t it? Somebody expected big things of you. Somebody KNEW that you had character, determination and ambition. Somebody knew you weren’t a quitter. Somebody looked for you to make a career for your self, and somebody KNEW that you could do it. Then something entered your life and everything went dead wrong. But are you going to view or think of the irrevocable past as wholly wasted —wholly gone? Why, certainly not. You’re going to rise on the wrecks of the past and attain that which you have always longed for, sought for. You’re going to resolve NOW to forge ahead. “It’s never too late to mend,” and you’re never too old to learn. You’re not going to put on to morrow the overcoat you should wear today. Re member King Oscar of Sweden mastered the Chinese language when he was past eighty years young. Your future is bright and you’re NOT in a rut. Success is merely a matter cf training and hard work. To earn more you must know more. Get the training now that will qualify you eventually for a position and not a job. Make up for lost time, even if you must begin at the bottom. Owen Kildare did it. He began in the slums of New York with his A-B-C’s at the age of twenty-eight and at thirty-five was writing for Success, Scribner’s and the Cosmopolitan. lie made up for lost time. Where there’s a will there’s a way. You can do it. Think- it over. ALFRED HENRY LEWIS By A. Nobody There died in New York a few days ago one of earth’s noblemen —a man who rendered a most im portant service to the world, to the thinker and to the clod. Alfred Henry Lewis was in the beginning “on ly a newspaper guy” —at the close he was one of the greatest “truth tellers” literature could wish for. We have watched Dan Quin mount to the highest pinnacle of literary fame; we were with him in thought when he did hack work in Kan sas City, and gloried in his bravery when through “The Boss” he told New York just how rotten the city was. After the publication of “The Boss” came ar ticles in the leading magazines under the name of Alfred Henry Lewis —articles that the world need ed, for in every column were the throb of a heart that beat but for the ‘’common head,” and in every page were all the emotions of the world. He was a trenchant, at times vitrolic pen; the principles he advocated were spear thrusts to pride, fraud, arrogance and greed. From the platform of Truth, Right and Justice he waged a fight for men in mill and mine, for children in store and factory. In one of his great articles, “What Life Means to Me,” he said: “I study the world and pry among its wheels and cogs and springs for motives.” Yes, indeed, he did study the world, and gave the world the fruits of his study in unmistakable English. He pried down and brought to light the truth that had been relegated to the rubbish heap, and that same truth was used in his fearless fight for the fuller freedom of the submerged, that the com mon herd might enjoy a God-given heritage. He said: “I have seen envy build schools and vanity rear hospitals and create libraries.” Surely ’tis true. He might well have used the words of the priests to the Sicambrian, Clovis: “Burn what thou hast adored, O world. Bend thy neck and adore what thou hast burned.” To Alfred Henry Lewis, Life meant: “A Sahara, but one that held an oasis, a green tree, a fountain, and the love of a woman.” His pilgrim age is over. Supreme and splendid he carried his message to the world —carried it to his God, and heard: Well done thou good and faithful SEBVANT, THINK IT OVER By Keene BILLY’S ROSE (The following expressive poem is reprinted from the Duluth Herald, to which paper it was sent by a young lady of Cohas set, Minn.) Billy's dead and gone to glory—so is Billy’s sister Nell; There’s a tale I know about them, were I a poet I would tell, Soft it comes with perfume laden, like a breath of coun try air Wafted down that dismal valley, bringing fragrance everywhere. In that vile and dismal valley, long ago one winter’s day. Dying quick of want and fever, hapless, patient Billy lay, While beside him sat his sister in the dismal garret gloom Cheering with her gentle presence, Billy’s pathway to the tomb. Many a tale of elf and fairy did she tell the dying child, ’Till his eyes lost half their anguish, and her wan features smiled. Tales herself had heard hap-hazard, caught amid the babel roar, Lisped about by tiny gossips playing at their moth er's door. Then she felt his wasted fingers tighten feebly as she told How beyond that dismal valley lay a land of shin ing gold— Where when all the pain was over—where when all the tears were shed He would be a white robed angel, with a gold thing on his head. She was eight, this maiden, and her life had all been spent In the alley and the garret, where they starve to pay the rent; Where a drunken father’s curses, and a drunken moth er’s blows Drove her forth into the gutter from the day’s dawn to its close. But she knew enough, this outcast, just to tell the dy ing boy, “You must die before you’re able all these blessings to enjoy, You must die,’’ she whispered, “Billy, and I am not even ill, But I'll come to you dear brother, yes, I promise you I will.” • “You are dying, little brother —you are dying, oh, so fast, I heard father say to mother that he knew you could n’t last; They will put you in a coffin, then you’ll wake and be up there, While I’m left alone to suffer ia this garret bleak and bare.” “Yes, I know it,” answered Billy, “ah, but, sister I don't mind; Gentle Jesus will not beat me —He’s not cruel or unkind;! But I can’t help thinking, Nelly, I would like to take away Something sister, that you gave me, I might look at every day.” “In the summer, you remember how the mission took us out To the great, green meadow, where we played and ran about And the van that took us halted by a sweet white patch of land Where the fine red blossoms grew, dear, half as big as mother’s hand.’’ “Nell, I asked the kind, good teacher, what they called such flowers as those, And he told me I remember, that the pretty name was ‘rose,’ I have never seen them since dear, how I wish that I had one Just to keep and think of you dear, when I’m up be yond the sun.” Not a word said little Nellie; but at night, when Billy slept, On she flung her scanty garments, down the creaking stairs she crept Through the silent streets of London she ran nimbly as a fawn, Running on, and running ever, till the night had turned to dawn. When the foggy sun had risen, and the mist had cleared away, All around her wrapped in snow drift, there the open country lay. She was tired her limbs were frozen, and the road had cut her feet, But she found no flowefj - garden, her keen hungry eyes to greet. She had traced the road by asking, she had learned the way to go, She had found the famous meadow —it was wrapped in cruel snow, Not a buttercup or daisy, not a single verdant blade Showed its head above its prison, then she knelt her down and prayed. With her eyes upcast to heaven, down she sank upon the ground And she prayed to God to tell her where the roses might be found. Then a cold blast numbed her senses, and her sight grew strangely dim, And a sudden, awful tremor seemed to rack her every limb. “Oh, a rose,” she moaned, “good Jesus, just a rose to take to Bill.” Even as she prayed, a chariot came thundering down the hill; And a lady sat there toying with a red rose rare and sweet, And as she passed she flung it from her, and it fell at Nelly's feet. Just a word her lord had spoken caused her ladyship to fret, And the rose had been his present, so she flung it in a pet; But the poor, half-blinded Nelly thought it fallen from the skys, And she murmured, “Thank you Savior,” as she claspedjthe dainty prize. Lo! that night from out the alley did a child's soul pass away From dirt and sin and misery, to where God's children play. Lo! that night a wild, fierce snow storm burst in fury o’er the land, And at morn they found Nell, frozen, with the red rose in her hand. Billy’s dead and gone to glory—so is Billy’s sister Nell; Am I bold, to say this happened in the land where angels dwell; That the children met in heaven, after all their earthly woes, And that Nelly kissed her brother, saying, “Billy, here’s your rose!’ - STATE WARDS LIKE MOVIES AND BOOKS Miss Miriam E. Carey, supervisor of libraries for tee State Board of Control, heartily endorses the movies which have been lately introduced in the different institutions throughout the state. We can assure Miss Carey that the movies is a greatly ap preciated tonic for the “blues” which periodically creeps in on us. The following is taken from the St. Paul Pic neer Press: “There are 28,408 books in institution libraries,’ said Miss Carey. “The books get hard usage, but it is seldom they are abused. Even among the in sane this is true. The inmates select their own books in most institution libraries. But at the pri on and reformatory it is necessary to have lists from which the men make order slips in their cells, They have had this privilege for years in Minnesota. “The value of music in institutions has not been overlooked. The several hospitals have pi anos in many wards. The majority of the institu tions have bands, orchestras and choirs. “Flowers and plants are distributed through the institutions, not only for ornament, but because their beauty has a definite effect in calming and cheering. . Then there are the movies. Moving pictures in shut-in places have brought more happi ness than any other invention, and in Minnesota they are a great feature. ONLY SIX FAIL TO MAKE GOOD Col. F. E. Resche, county probation officer of Duluth, gives the following statistics which argue well for the parole system handled in St. Louis county. Out of 55 law violators only six failed to keep the agreement. Surely this is very commend able and praiseworthy, we think. The following is taken from the Duluth News Tribune in which we read: “Out of 55 law violators who were under pa role from the district court during 1914 to Col. F. E. Resche, county probation officer, only six failed to ‘make good.’ This is a strong argument in favor of the parole system as it is handled in St. Louis county, authorities declare. “The record of 1914 as shown by the probation officer’s annual report completed January 8, is even better than that of 1913, when there were 59 persons on parole who made regular reports to the officer. Of these seven failed to measure up to the terms of leniency allowed by the court. “On Jan. 1, 1914, Colonel Resche had 25 pa roled persons from the district court who were re porting their course of conduct to him at regular intervals. Thirty others were paroled to him dur ing the year. Of these 56, four violated the terms of their parole and had their original sentences re voked, and two others defaulted by leaving the jurisdiction of the court. Twenty-five others who complied with the terms of their paroles were dis charged during the year. There were 24 remain ing on parole at the beginning of 1915. The 30 prisoners paroled to the probation officer during the year were under suspended sentences for vari ous offenses, 16 having been convicted, or had pleaded guilty to grand larceny. ‘ The 59 persons under parole to the probation officers during 1913 had their sentences suspended after conviction or pleas of guilty, to various of fences. The principal charge, as in 1914, was grand larceny. In 1913 three of the paroled per sons defaulted by leaving the state and four failed to keep the terms of their paroles and had to serve the original sentences imposed. “The report does not include those paroled from the range division of the district court, their cases being handled by an officer appointed for that division in 1913. ‘’Separate from the district court paroles are the cases handled by colonel Resche from the juvenile court at Duluth. There were a total of 331 children brought before the juvenile court during 1914, 201 being delinquent and 130 dependents. Ou Jan. 1, 1914, there were 54 children under parole from the juvenile court. Of the delinquent cases heard by the juvenile judge 177 were boys and 24 girls. The de pendents were divided, boys 69. girls 61. “The offenses charged against those whose case come under the observation of the juvenile courts during the year ranged from petit larceny to assault, there being 74 cases of the former. “Through the juvenile court 11 mothers with a to tal of 37 children were allowed financial aid under the provisions of the so-called “mothers’ pension” law. An average of $ 6.05 per month for each child was disbursed to the 11 mothers under the direction of the court. “The law provides that mothers those husbands are dead or are serving terms of imprisonment, may be aided by the county in this manner after a full investigation of home conditions is made by the pro bation officer.” Whether you be a ’convict’ in prison or a bed ridden invalid or a betrayed wife or a victim of the conspiracy of men or of the accidents of fate, if you fall back upon yourself, believe in yourself, and are loyal to yourself, you will succeed. + Whatever the past may have been, begin now to stand for yourself, your best self, the high and great self that you know you are, away in the deep recesses of your heart. Stand! Yield not an inch! Be faithful to your self! And from this moment things shall take a turn. —Dr. Frank Crane.