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By A. NOBODY
Just a common blue-eyed laddie —
Freckled, tanned;
Has gave me the name of daddy,
Holds my hand;
And I’m thinking when I meet him,
And I bend my head to greet him
There is not a kid to beat him
In the land.
Maybe he is just like your
Maybe, but I ain’t so sure
He’s as bad;
I can’t think no evil of him,
Couldn’t place a kid above him,
For you see I sorta love him;
Yes, I know he isn’t ever
Doing right;
I don’t claim that he never
Has a fight;
But when he kneels in prayer
I’ve a feeling God, up there,
Kinda knows his heart is square —
And soul is white.
If what we know ourselves to be were personified in some
girl, we would stone her.
A man who stands before a demagogue with half scorn and
half apology is worse than the man who dares not speak.
Ships go down, but the reason why some do not go clear to
the bottom is that in memory men are holding on to a woman’s
hand.
Instead of “making good,” some of us are making good ex
cuses for not “making good.”
We are getting old, or else in our second childhood. Here
we sit thinking of the good things people have done for us, and
forgetting the bad things done to us.
When your thoughts go wandering through lost Edens
you don't linger much on the kisses of Aphrodites, it’s the
prayers of Maddona’s that count most.
Every time a good woman kneels down to pray, a soul gets
ready for its journey out of purgatory.
In trying to convert men and women to ways of church and
creed we claim we are trying to temper a heart. Often the
tempering process works itself into a crucifixion.
In the making of the souls of all bad men God put in a lit
tle of the soul of a good woman.
Most cynics are like Hans Anderson’s “Beetle”: When
they find themselves of no import to the world they dam the
world.
There are two ways of living (in here): The easy way is
to dream of joys that are coming tomorrow; the hard way is to
brood over the sorrows of yesterday.
In answer to Beau Esprita’s wonderful “To One Return
ing,” let us borrow the words of the poet:
All was ended now, the hope and the fear and the sorrow,
* All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longings,
All the dull, deep pain, the constant anguish of patience.
Yes, it is all ended now, but we are not going around with
a submerged air—we see something half humorous in our
fall.
Justice and the “Square Deal” met one day and cut each
other, each remarking, as they went their separate ways: “How
low mv brother has fallen!”
Sacrifice
An angel from high heaven came and said
To a Man? and a Woman: God has sent
Me to say you may ransom your long loved dead,
By giving your soul to their punishment.
The man slunk back and then went his way;
The woman gave answer: “It is well;”
A man’s soul passed to heaven that day,
And a woman's soul went down into hell.
KNOWLEDGE
He wrote of Pain, and at his word
The world cried: He knew Tragedy;
Grief came and knocked —the angeles heard
From his white lips: God, pity me.
Of all the Christmas shoppers,
Said the shop-girl, she’s the worse,
Who comes and shops the whole day long,
With a transfer in her purse.
Let him be what he will, thief outcast, bully, offspring of a
derelict squaw —the rankest of cowards, with the morals of a
hyena —yet he will find somewhere some slip of a girl, with the
face of a saint and the voice of an angel, who will take up her
pack and follow him.
Often we get into a mood where we need someone to pity—
so we pity ourselves.
Little Lad
Little lad —
I’m his dad.
CHILDHOOD
From an Exchange
Childhood is the sweetest and
most innocent part of life. It is
the springtime of a man’s existence;
the beginning of a glorious pros
pective voyage, in which all is sun
shine and smiles. Flowers every
where abound; all is fresh and beau
tiful; and to judge by appearances,
there could never be any serious
storms upon the sea of life. Boys
and gires so view it, and what a pity
their young lives should ever find it
different? They have so many
things to learn and rejoice at, that
even parents refrain from acquaint
ing them with the things they must
and surely will meet. There is
nothing more beautiful than child
hood, and hard is the heart that does
not wish to add to its store of pleas
ures, for it is so easy to multiply
pleasures. A good deed, a kind
word, count for so much, and not
only increase their pleasures, but
your own as well. It is natural to
love children, for after all, they are
the jewels of life as well as of heav
en. Kindness to children is never
lost or forgotten. It is then the
mind is young, and a friend in child
hood is rarely an enemy in after
years.
The responsibility of other people
in setting good examples for child
ren is also great, especially, take a
boy for example, when he has be
come large and far away from the
direct influence of his parents, it is
now he ceases to be innocent and
the bad begins to assert itself. As
soon as he discovers he is from und
er his parents care, he proceeds to
sow his wild oats, and teach the old
er people, there is nothing to their
way of thinking. Poor boy! He is
to be pitied, rather than blamed, for
he is now between boyhood and
manhood.
This is the most dangerous period
of his life, and without the refining
influences, love of good books, mu
sic and “ladies” company, the boy
goes wrong and makes mistakes,
but let the world not judge him too
harshly, but rather cast him a life
line and make a redoubled effort to
show him the wrong he has done
and that now is the time to forget
the past and start anew.
And last, but most important,
perhaps of all, I would like to say
there is a great danger to the young
boy from bad habits and companion
ship. Many accept bad habits be
cause they do not acquire good
ones, and many form bad associa
tions because they do not realize
they have no better ones in their
mind. Boys, look within, and not
without, and although the way may
be dark and the world seems to have
turned against you, you will in the
end win the fight. Choose the good,
shun the bad as you do the vicious,
for it ie far better to be alone than
in bad company.
Attempt the end, and never stand
to doubt.
Nothing’s so hard but search will
find it out. —Robert Herrick.
“The doctor’s advice to smoke
only one cigar after each meal is go
ing to be the death of Bliggins.”
“What’s the matter with him?”
“He’s trying to eat six or seven
meals a day.”—Washington Star.
“Casey,” said Pat, “how do yez
tell the age of a tu-u-rkey?”
“Oi can always tell by the teeth.”
said Casey.
“By the teeth!” exclaimed Pat.
“But a tu-u-rkey has no teeth.”
“No,” admitted Casey, “but Oi
have.” —London Opinion.
It is not rare gifts that make men
happy. It is the common and sim
ple and universal gifts; it is health,
and the glance of sunshine in the
morning; it is the friend, the lover;
it is the kindliness that meets us on
the journey; it may be only a word,
a smile, a 100k —it is these and not
any rarity of blessing that are God’s
gentle art of making happy. —G. H.
Morrison.
Nothing tests a person’s greatness
more sharply than the way in which
he takes slights and snubs. It is not
difficult, nor wholly unpleasant, to
be attacked or differed with or de
nounced for holding a certain view
or following a certain course of ac
tkin. There is an implied compli
ment in being considered of suffi-
cient influence to be worth attack
ing. But to be passed over as not
.worth noticing —that wounds our
pride. The greatest man in any
roomful of people is the one who
thinks so little of himself that he
does not expect anyone to think
him great. No one but a truly big
soul can stand being considered
small and keep sweet under it.
When others show that they think
we are built on a small scale, the
surest way to prove that they are
right is to take offense at it. —S. S.
I Times.
SALMAGUNDI .*.
By Uncle Ooshdingit -4658
We often hear the remark: “start
ing from the very bottom of the
ladder and working upward.” This
is as it should be, for the advantages
of this proceedure are obvious, and
if regarded in a literal sense, lends
itself to humorous reflections. One
can readily see this is a very neces
sary way to begin. To begin at the
top and go upward would be pre
carius. The Japanese are noted for
their reversal of many proeeedures
to attain results, but even these will
admit that to start at the top has its
dangers. Even could one start at
the middle and be nietbe'r up nor
down, could this be done without
subjecting gravity to a reversal of
its laws. This being true we agree
that to ‘begin at the bottom’ is safer
and decidedly more conservative in
this age of progression.
- •%. -
In the recent death of the eminent
lecturer and humorist. Marshal P.
Wilder, a host of “kiddies” and
grown-ups have lost a sympathetic
and smile-bringing friend. His pur
pose in life was to bring smiles and
cheer to a nation. Bravely labor
ing under physical disadvantages
that would have disheartened many,
he won the love and beatification of
a host of needy children; to whom
he diverted a share of his lecture
earnings for Sweet Charity’s sake.
—Again ‘tis true that: “handsome
is, that handsome does!”
To grant appreciation toward the
humblest aim and effort is to arm
and encourage endeavour to further
advances. To withold it is to dis
courage; for even the most earnest
deciple of ‘doing-to-please’ will fin
ally falter at continued neglect of
appreciation. The inmate that does
not cultivate appreciation is primar
ily unjust to himself as well as cruel
to his fellow inmates. We one and
all have faults and foibles that habit
has chained to us, but to add to this
blindness to the good in others is to
loose that good. It is unjust to dis
parage, find fault, and deny ap
preciation, and the intelligent in
mate omits that practice however,
and chooses the appreciative word,
and prefers to seek the good in his
fellow-inmates instead. By show
ing appreciation we gain in like
measure, besides, appreciation is
the trait of a broad, sympathetic,
and liberal minded character, to
ward which each inmate can strive
to his own benefit and gain. Be ap
preciative.
Pride is an essential to self-worth
and dignity, but when it oversteps
these limits it becomes conceit, and
conceit is a poor imitation of Lonest
assurance. The possessor of conceit
permits his vanity to overlook the
fact that time always unmasks its
spuriouness, and bring him to ridi
cule and discredit in the end. How
pathetic is the embarrassment of the
person, upon discovery by others,
who has assumed standards of sta
tion, knowledge and means wholly
beyond him. To lack education,
means, or ability, is no cause for re
proacu by others, but it is when
one falsely assumes them. Conceit
ed assumptions not only hinders ap
preciation for the good traits its
practicer may possess, but repels
confidence and faith, the essentials
to success. Conceit is a stumbling
block —a trait to be avoided.
The “Dove of Peace” which civ
ilization has fostered for the pur
poses of peace, has as yet not been
able to lind the branch of olive
amid the war turmoils of Europe.
It flutters helplessly about half the
globe seeking to fulfill its mission of
love for mankind, but has, thus far,
sadly failed. Again we renew our
hope that the wanderer will soon
appear with that branch of olive
on the horizon of man’s limited vis
ion of the future.
—■
Some one has said that: “the
chronic grouch gets nothing but the
‘skimmed-milk’ of human kindness.”
This is no more than just deserts to
one who can see no cheer in life,
and no good in his fellow man.
Life is likened to a hollow vessel,
to be filled with activities, conduct,
ambitions and deeds that will re
dound to the individual whose con
tents it represnts, If we fill it with
cheer, kindliness, obedience and ap
preciaton toward our fellow man,
we can rest assured the vessel will
mete to us what we have put in to
it in like measure. One can not
alter the laws of compensation any
more than the laws of nature. Give
the thirsting plant kingdom its due
of moisture aud it repays with boun
teous fruition; deny it moisture, and
it withers. So with the grouch.
He can not, with justice to himself
and fairness to his fellow man, ex
pect good will, smiles and appreci
ation from the vessel he has filled
with surliness, irritability and dis
dain.
Ruminations
By H. S. McD.
In this issue of the Mirror the curtain drops and “Rumi
nations” as a regular weekly feature, will vanish from the stage
of journalism. It is with many regrets that we lay our pen
aside and retire from the firing line, as it were. During our
short period in the field of activity we know we have made
many friends; we have also made a few enemies, but at all times
we have tried to write that which we believed would be most
beneficial and interesting, as well as instructive and encourag
ing to our fellow unfortunates, and the many other readers, and
the many expressions of appreciation assure us that we have
not entirely failed in our endeavors.
Incidents mentioned in the past have been taken from
real life. Notes on reformation and general topics relating to
the mental, moral, physical and spiritual standards have been
made only after careful study and a diligently applied effort to
get away from personal prejudice, and deal only with facts, re
gardless as to whether or not we were shown in a favorable
light.
Experience has taught us a great lesson, a great lesson
which has been learned only after nearly a decade behind the
walls of various prisons. That lesson is, “that man fails to live
honestly because he has neglected to prepare himself for the
struggle through life in that he failed to train himself to SELF
DENIAL and to SELF-MASTERY!” A wild horse must be
trained before it is of any use to its owner, and, if one could
only be brought to realize it, the WILL-POWER of man is
wilder thah any horse that ever lived, and unless he can hold
his will-power in subjection to his bidding he will find that it is
continually running away with him.
However, we digress, and must return and finish that which
we started to say. Writers realize that it takes a great amount
of study and thought to put together, in readable form, from
twelve hundred to four thousand words per week, especially
when it must all be accomplished after the regular duties of the
day have been finished. Then, add to this a diligent study of
the rudiments of music and its application to the cornet; and
the reading of a score of newspapers, as well as one good library
book per week, and you must realize that it makes a great strain
on one. It is like burning a candle at both ends, and we have
begun to realize that we need a respite and that it is a case of
partial rest or—final rest, and we prefer the former.
Before dropping the curtain we extend our most sincere
thanks to those, inside the walls and those on the outside, who
have sent words of encouragement and cheer, and, thereby,
made known to us that we were, in our humble and homely style
of writing, bringing a little bit of sunshine and hope to some
one more discouraged than we, and if that hope we have raised
only blossoms forth and puts someone upon the right track, we
shall be thankful indeed.
As a last encouragement to the “boys” who are earnestly
trying to upbuild and strengthen their character we will say:
Don’t give in to temptation that tempts you to abandon your
good resolutions. We know the way is stormy and many great
obstacles bar your path and hinder your progress, and that
times will come when it seems as though you can go no farther;
but do not despair, keep a stiff upper lip and, do not forget,
when the time comes that you realize that it is impossible for
you to win out, and you are hopelessly beaten, we say, do not
forget that there is One who can and will render unto you aid
that will carry you past all difficulties, if you will but call upon
His name, realizing that you, in your puny strength, can never
win out against the imps of satan without His aid. Don’t be
ashamed to admit your defeat, and, above all, don’t be ashamed
to stand up and say, “As for me, I will serve the Lord.” Let
your companions laugh if they will, but do not forget that they
can laugh you into prison but they can’t laugh you out; don’t
forget that the man who laughs at you, because you try to be a
Christian, is unworthy of the name of friend or companion.
Stand up for the convictions of your own conscience, be a MAN
and when you realize your need of Christianity, be man enough
to go and GET it, and, GET the “real thing,” don’t be deceived
by a coat of whitewash, for whitewash won’t stick; the first
time someone ridicules you the whitewash drops off, and you
want to either hide your face or blacken the eyes of the ridi
culer, neither of which is conducive to Christian spirit. Al
ways remember that He who died on Calvary suffered more
ridicule than you ever will suffer.
Another thing we would say to the man who desires to live
the true life. You will often hear some of your fellow inmates
say, “If a man wants tuh get religun why don’t he get it before
he gets in the penitentiary?” Do not pay any attention to such
words, they are meaningless and harmless. When you show
by your every day conduct that you are a follower of Christ,
you will have the respect of the majority of your fellowmen,
but if you only whitewash the exterior you will receive the
well-deserved jeers of all you meet. As to getting” Chris
tianity in prison, we wish to say that we do not know of any
place on the face of this old earth where man needs it more or
where it will be of more benefit to humanity; and, while we are
on the subject, if every man serving time in prison was to be
come a true Christian, there would soon be no need of prisons.
Let the scoffer put that in his pipe and smoke it, for the smok
ing will do him lots of good.
We make no claim-to being a Christian, but, whenever we
see an inmate who is honestly striving to serve God, we want it
understood that we respect him, honor him, and feel ashamed
that we are what we are, and we want that man to pray for us—*
we need his prayers —and we are not ashamed to ask for them!
The truth is, had we stole less and prayed more we would not
be writing “Ruminations” for the Mirror!
The curtain is falling, but ere it shuts us from your view,
to one and all we extend our best wishes for a far happier and
nobler future in this life, and in the life to come we hope to
meet you one and all in the heavenly land where sadness and
parting never come and where peace and love reign 3 forever.
Auf wiedersehen!
The “Curtain”

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