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Board of Control C. J. Swendsen, - - St James Ralph W. Wheelock, - - Minneapolis C. E. Vasaly, - Little Falls Downer Mullen, Secretary. Snard of Parol* C E. Vasaly, Chairman. C. S. Reed, Secretary. Rev. H. C. Swearingen. H. K. W. Scott. Brsihrnt ©fftrfalo C. S. Reed Warden J. J. Sullivan Deputy Warden J. Backland Ist Asst. Deputy Warden John Whelan 2nd Asst. Deputy Warden J. A. Humphreys Steward G. A. Newman Physician K. A. Whittier State Parole Agent S. Lossius Dentist Miss Ellen Nelson Matron C. E. Benson Protestant Chaplain Chas. Corcoran Catholic Chaplain MIRRORETTES!! By Uncle John | | —Ambition is a feeling that you want to do something that you know you can’t. —lt’s an easy matter for some real estate dealer to make mountains of molehills. —Mass was held last Sunday morning in the Auditorium, Father Corcoran officiating. —An unusually large number of visitors attended chapel services last Sunday morn ing. —You should always keep your temper: it’s worth more to you than it is to any body else. —A—442 would like to exchange Photo play and Popular Mechanics for the Satur day Evening Post. —Duke was a visitor in the library last Saturday and also paid her respects to the printing fraternity. —“Be sure that you are right, and when you are sure, then go ahead, and don’t be afraid of any man.’’ —At 30 a man is convinced that the majority of men are fools; at 60 he admits that he is of the majoiity. —When a man begins to repeat the smart sayings of his baby his acquaintances begin to question his veracity. —The monthly supplies for July were re ceived in the cell-halls last Saturday and the order as usual was a big one. —Visitors were quite numerous in the park last Saturday in spite of the hot weather and enjoyed the game as much as we did. —The lawn sprinklers are kept working overtime now running day and night to keep the grass moist and the inclosure a little cooler. —“Be strong and firm in little things and big temptations are easy to overcome. A strong will-power is worth having; it will be easy to say ‘No.’ *’ —Private Secretary of Gov. Burnquist, Hon. C. Andrist, of St. Paul, was a visitor at the institution last Friday and was seen shaking hands with several of the boys. —This hot season is a mighty good thing foe the farmer's corn and small grain. It is growing just as fast as it can: we were told that corn has grown 4 inches in two days. —The grass in the park is growing so fast that the man who is running the lawn mower says he can see the grass grow right behind him; that looks like steady employment. —A good long vacation will do most anybody good no matter if it is on the in side or outside. A rest after a hard and strenuous rime is good for the body and the mind. —Our musical director is enjoying his annual vacation and we hope a rest will do him good. So don't be impatient ,boys, if you don’t get your regular practice, espe cially these hot days. —lf you want to see some real activity these days just go down to the warehouses and you will see some hustling. They are so busy that it takes an extra freight engine to help pull out the cars. —We have had all kinds of performances in our big walled-in city except a circus. Our park would be big enough and a good attendance assured and sad to say, no one would look through the fence. —lf some of the men would use their time to better advantage instead of telling their troubles to others they would be better off. Remember we all have our troubles, without being bothered with your hard-luck stories. —An nrapire is just like a critic, no mat ter how good his decision is there always are some who do not agree with him. The same with a critic, if he criticises too severe ly he is “a crank,’’ if he doesn’t criticise he is “no good”. There you are. —“Up and be doing” is the word that comes from God to each of us. Leave some “good work” behind you that shall not be wholly lost when you have passed away. Do something worth living for so there is no want, no suffering, no sorrow that you can relieve. Is there no act of tardy justice, no deed of cheerful kindness; no long-for gotten duty that you can perform? If there be any such deed, in God’s name, go and do it. —Arthur Penrhyn Stanly. »' POET-TREE •Leaves From Our Poets J 1’ .1 I Wonder Mr. J. B. I wonder if the meadow lark Is singing that gay song, That joy-filled song of summer as In day once bright and long.. I wonder if the thrush and wren, With full chords heaven born, Join in the song from wakened dreams To wake the sleeping morn. I wonder if the blue bell hides Beside a friendly stream, To kiss the bare foot of wild youth And fill their long day dream. And if the stars are watching o’er Those haunts and nooks of day I wonder if they’re beaming still In their same friendly way? And still I'm just a’wondering As night is sinking low, If all things are the same as in The days of long ago. Picnic Pessimists I never saw a picnic spread That didn’t have among the eats Some peanut butter on the bread And many plates of pickled beets. —Youngstown Telegraph And as for picnic spreads I know Of many jaunty little trips Where all they had was just a row Of boxes of potato chips. —Birmingham Age Herald. I never to a picnic went— And this is true, I hope to die— At which a summer-panted gent But sat down in soft custard pie. —Houston Post I never to a picnic hied, Dolled up in ice-cream pance. But that when me they notified They’d notified the ance. —Washington Post I never in a picnic shared But what the cakes and custard pies And other sweet things they’d prepared Lured all the world’s supply of flies. —Detroit Free Press. I never to a picnic went In gay attire, some fun to gain, That I did not wish for a tent, For never did it fail to rain! I never to a picnic went In proud array, with hope awhirl, That some smooth guy did not butt in, And eat my lunch and steal my girl. —Stillwater Mirror. Vulnerable A visiting minister, preaching in a town famous for its horse races, vigorously de nounced the sport. The principal patron of the church always attended the races, and of this the clergyman was later informed. “I’m afraid I touched one of your weak nesses,” said the pastor, not wishing to ofiend the wealthy one, “but it was quite unintentional, I assure you.” “O, don’t mind that,” said the sports man genially. “It’s a mighty poor sermon that don’t hit me somewhere.” —Ex. 2 SMILES 2 —A small, henpecked little man was about to take an examination for life insurance. “You don't dissipate, do you?” asked the physician, as he made ready for tests. “Not a fast liver, or anything of that sort?” The little man hesitated a moment, looked a bit frightened, then replied in a small, piping voice, “1 sometimes chew a little gum.” —Wife: “Wake Upjohn! Get up, I hear a burglar in the house!” Husband: “Well, let him burgle. It seems to me that ever since I insured my life you keep pushing me into danger,” —“Pat,” said the philanthropist of the neighborhood, “there is not a living crea ture but what appreciates kindness.” “i axes your pardin, sor, but my nose wore as straight as ony man's till I troied to brush off a hoss floiy thot was stingin' the hind leg of a mule.” —“How are you getting on with your new motor-car?” “Oh, I’m all right, but I’d feel a lot more comfortable if the streets were not so full of careless or inexperienced pedestrians.” —“I was examined for life insurance to day,” said Mr. Timmid, “but I’m afraid I’ll be turned down.” “Oh, my! Why?” asked Miss Koy. “While the doctor was examining my heart I unfortunately got to thinking of you and it jumped something awful.” —“What is your name?” a Kentuckian asked a negro boy. “Well, boss,” he answered, “everywhere I goes they give me a new name, but my maiden name was Moses.” —A horse may pull with all his mighi but never with his mane. All inmates desiring to write to the State Board of Control will notify their officer, who in turn is request ed to send your notification to the Deputy Warden’s office Friday noon in order that special paper for that purpose may be furnished you. Letters written on regulation size paper will not be permitted to go. C. S. REED, Warden. —Judge. Notice Burdette on Missouri River The dust blows out of the Missouri River. It is the only river in the world where the dust blows in great columns out of the river bed. The catfish cpme up to the surface to sneeze. From the great wide stretching sandbars on the Kansas shore great columns of dust and sand, about two thousand feet high, comes whirling and sweeping across the river and hide the town, and sweep through the train and makes everything so dry and gritty that a man can light a match on the roof of his mouth. The Missouri River is composed of six parts of sand and mud and four parts of water. When the wind blows very hard it dries the surface of the river and blows it away in clouds of dust. It is just dreadful. The natural color of the river is seal-brown, but when it rains for two or three days at a time, and gets the river wet, it changes to a heavy iron gray. A long rain will make the river so thin that it can easly be poured from one vessel to another, like a cocktail. When it is ordinary dry, however, it has to be stirred with a stick before you can pour it out of anything, It has a current of about twenty-nine miles an hour and per haps the largest acreage of sandbars to the square inch that was ever planted. Steam boats run down the Missouri River. So do newspaper correspondents. But if the river is not fair to look upon, there is some of the grandest country on either side of it the sun ever shone upon. How such a river came to run through such a paradise is more than 1 can understand. —Ex. Growing' Into then “When I was a little boy,” remarked an old gentleman, “somebody gave me a cucumber in a bottle. The neck of the bottle was small and the cucumber so large that it wasn’t possible for it to pass through, and I wondered how it got there. But out in the garden one day I came upon a bottle slipped over a little green fellow that was still on the vine, and then I understood. The cucumber had grown in the bottle. I often see men with habits that I wonder any strong, sensible man could form; and then I think that likely they grew into them when they were young, and cannot slip out of them now; they are like the cucumber. Look out for such bottles boys.”—Sel. No LacK of Ambition A piece in the paper last week reciting the life story of a successful man who had died recently told that he worked his way through school by washing dishes in a restaurant. “You don’t find young men striving that hard for an education these days,” said a man who had just got through reading it. “No, the young men of to-day are dif ferent. All they think about is having a good time,” agreed his companion. Is that true? The Detroit News tells a story about a young man who entered this fall upon a six-year medical course in the University of Michigan, in Ann Arbor. After paying his matriculation and registration fees he had only three cents left. He had no books, nothing to eat, no place to sleep and he was a stranger in the city. But he has not missed an hour at his studies. He found a job picking apples for five cents a bushel in an orchard seven miles away. After school each day he walked out picked apples by moonlight until midnight, slept in a barn, was up before dawn, picked apples again until it was time to start walk ing, the seven miles to school again, and lived on one meal a day. When the apples were all picked he got a job working around the home of a rich man, attending the furnace, the garage and lawn, and sleeping over a stable. That young man will be a good physician. The same paper says that last year the Y. M. C. A. provided jobs for 500 stud ents at Ann Arbor, jobs meaning anything from carrying ashes out of a cellar to wash ing windows and raking lawns. Young men to-day are just as ambitious and energetic as they ever were; and these days are just as good, and filled with as many opportunities as were the “Good old days of long ago,” the passing of which so many persons are in the habit of bemoan ing.—Kansas City Star. —Perfunctorily performing your duty is assuring of a break-down. BASEBALL STANDINGS Corrected to Wed., July 19, AMERICAN ASSOCIATION W. L. Pet. Kansas City 51 ST .580 Indianapolis 47 58 .553 Louisville 47 89 .547 Toledo 42 89 .519 St. Paul _ 41 39 .513 Minneapolis 44 42 Jl2 Columbus 83 47 .418 Milwaukee 81 55 .360 NATIONAL LEAGUE W. L. Pet. Brooklyn 45 30 .600 Boston 40 32 .556 Philadelphia 41 33 .554 New York . 37 89 .518 Chicago 89 42 .481 Pittsburgh 35 40 .478 St. Louis 39 45 .470 Cincinnati ...34 49 .410 AMERICAN LEAGUE W. L. Pet. New York 47 35 .573 Boston 46 35 ' .568 Cleveland .. 46 37 .554 Chicago 44 86 .550 Washington 43 88 .531 Detroit 44 39 .530 St. Louis 36 46 ,439 Philadelphia 18 58 .237 Killing Men Saves Birds While men are destroying each other in Europe, they are giving the wild creature a respite. This is not philanthropy, but busi ness—war business. Anyone who can point a gun must aim it at the enemy. But the effect on the birds is all that the most ardent Audubon society could desire. France has prohibited all hunting and the sale of native game. Ordinarily more than one thousand tons of such game, nearly all birds, are sold in French markets, not to mention the quantity consumed by the hunter. Two million pounds of birds represent a pretty heavy slaughter, and the absence of this destruction will help to repeople the woods and fields with feathered folk. Belgium, in normal times, exports more than fifty thousand skylarks for food. Since most of these are trapped it may be that the destruction is not greatly lessened in some parts of the country, but in or near the war zone birds are immune.—Ex. The Dragnet of the News When Melville E. Stone, general manager of The Associated Press, described for his Franklin Institute audience the ramifying intricacies of the far-flung system whereby the news of the world is brought to the breakfast table and the evening lamps, more than one hearer was moved to exclaim, “And I paid only two cents or a cent to get all that!’’ The Associated Press pays $3,000,000 a year for that which any one may obtain for next to nothing—an open letter from the entire girth of the world each day of its teeming, many-sided life. To this vast ex pense of the great wholesale agency of news-gathering must be added the budget of each newspaper that calls upon the long and powerful arm of this auxiliary. The cable dispatches and the telegrams must be supplemented by the local effects of a small army of faithful laborers, each man vigil ant not merely for his own repute, but for the making of the name of his journal. The newspaper cannot begin to print all it receives. There must be ceaseless edit ing and pruning and considerable condensa tion. The equivalent of a large book each day must be manfactured, and the work must generally be done at top speed in an atmospheric intensity quite foreign to most enterprises. For no other expenditures of a like amount is a value so considerable received. A letter, to be sure, will travel across the continent, or to England, for two cents. But here is a whole mail-bag brought to the door of each subscriber as “the first thing in the morning” the year round. The newspaper is one of the many civilized ad vantages taken for granted, and sometimes underestimated till one is deprived of them. Then they are appreciated at their true worth. Sometime in a fit of impatience a reader deprives himself of his newspaper, sometimes circumstances prevent him from receiving it, and then he discovers, perhaps to his surprise, that by force of habit it has become indispensable. The newspaper to day is not a luxury, but a necessity. It is the staff of life to the wide-awake intelli gence, and is worth incalculably more than the price costs. —Ex. The Useful Shark The shark is undoubtedly a “dog with a bad name.’’ He is called appropriately “tiger of the seas,’’ or the “sailor’s foe,” or any other scurrilous name which happens to be handy. Much mud is thrown at him, and, as he seldom finds a defender, most of it sticks. Hard lines this! Because in real ity this blue-water bogy is a humble ser vant, who performs the duties connected with the sanitation of the seas. The shark is a common scavenger and general undertaker of the ocean. He is not, and for reasons connected with his very moderate speed limit, never can be prim arily a fish of prey. Open any captured shark, and you will find clear proof that this is so. A few tangled bits of yarn, a battered canned-beef can, a corked bottle containing an insulting message to the finder (thrown overboard by some nautical wag), or a sailor's cap which has been lost in a gale all tend to show that the shark is a fish of business-like habits, with a keen eye to any chance windfalls which may come in his way. But the more digestible contents of his stomach, consisting mainly of carrion of every kind, *all give the clearest olfacto ry evidence that the original owners of them were not alive —in fact, were very much dead —when this marine sanitary in spector came along and, condemning them as nuisances, removed them into his own internal refuse bin. A large accumulation of carefully col lected evidence on this point proves con clusively that there are, as a matter of fact, only two articles of this ordinary menu which the shark is able to capture alive — namely, an accasional unwary sea-fowl which he may happen to surprise asleep on the surface of the water, and the ugly, oc topus-like squid whose limited powers of locomotion gives a chance to our hungry four-knot prowler.—Pearson's Magazine. Passing' Years The passing of years is like the coming of dawn —slow, silent, inevitable. The most eager cannot hasten the quiet, irresist ible movement and the most reluctant can not forbid. Some gifts the years bring which we would fain decline—age, sorrow, disappointment. Some treasures they take which we would keep forever —youth, beau ty, innocence—but there are more precious treasures which time cannot supply and the years cannot remove — friendship, patience, faith and love.—Herbert L. Willett. V* ilT?; ■ . • r v«- ‘ POETRY Selected The World’s Ups and Downs The world is full of hypocrites, An honest man we say misfits The ups and downs of life so rude, Is nothing but get money and food. Any thing that’s good and true Is criticized by me and you. The man who is of little note Still counts when it is time to vote. If a man is rich he is a thief; As he got his gold creating grief. A poor man who can rarely live Is always called upon to give. If there were no rich, the poor would die, It there were no poor, the rich would cry, Some of us just toil for gain. While others sit down and use their brain. The more we hurry the less we get If we go slow we’re sure to regret, So what’s the use to worry at all Or get our names in the world-famed hall Just do a favor every now and then And live by the help you give other men. For after all its the soul we make Before we are ready for God to take. —Selected. The Glad-To-See-You-Man The glad-to-see-you treatment Is great for human ills, It’s better than prescriptions And multitudes of pills. Tomorrow Jones may grumble And look downcast and blue, The glad-to-see-you manner Will make him smile at you. Brown may be all despairing, Resolved to quit the fight, Your smile and “Glad to see you!’’ May cheer and set him right; Or some one, sad and hopeless, May seek the way to crime, Your glad-to-see-you greeting May stop him, just in time. So if through life you carry This cheerful phrase with you. It’s ten to one the angels Will be glad to see you too! —Ex. Cheering' Someone On Don’t you mind about the triumphs, Don’t you worry after fame; Don’t you grieve about succeeding, Let the future guard your name. All the best in life’s the simplest, Love will last when wealth is gone; Just be glad that you are living, And keep cheering someone on. Let your neighbors have the blossoms, Let your comrades wear the crown; Never mind the little set-backs Nor the blows that knock you down. You’ll be there when they’re forgotten You’ll be glad with youth and dawn, If you just forget your troubles And keep cheering someone on. There’s a lot of sorrow round you, Lots of lonesomeness and tears; Lots of heartache and of worry Through the shadows of the years. And the world needs more than tri- umphs; More than all the swords we’ve drawn, It is hungering for the fellow Who keeps cheering others on. Let the wind around you whistle, And tha storms around you play; You’ll be there with brawn and gristle When the conquerors decay, You’ll be here in memories sweetened In the souls you’ve saved from pawn If you put aside the victories And keep cheering someone on. —Baltimore Sun A New Ten Commandments 1. Never put off till to-morrow what you can do to-day. 2. Never trouble another for what you can do yourself. 3. Never spend your money before you have it. 4. Never buy what you do not want be cause it is cheap; it will be dear to you. 5. Pride coses us more than hunger, thirst and cold. 6. We never repent of having eaten too little. 7. Nothing is troublesome that we do willingly. 8. How much pain have cost us the evils that have never happened. 9. Take things always by their smooth handle. JO. When angry, count ten before you speak; if very angry, a hundred. —Thomas Jefferson. Inmates Attention! All inmates who buy or have sent in to them socks, underwear, nightshirts, bath towels, handker chiefs, etc., should send them to the laundry and have your number marked on them before using. Write your name, register number # and cell number on slip of paper, attach to articles and give to cell hall captain. Cfptpel program Sunday July 16 th. The following is the Program rendered in the Auditorium last Sunday, Father Corcoran officiating: March Let-er-go _.Orch. Saxophone Solo One Fleeting Hour Member of Orch. Hymn.. Wonderful Words of Life... Cong. Scripture Fr. Corcoran Melody of Love Orch. Prayer Fr. Corcoran Gospel Reading Fr. Corcoran Sermon Fr. Corcoran Hymn Abide With Me Cong. March Swinging in Line Orch. R. J. Reichkitzer Musical Director. Potmlafimt Number of Inmates at Prison 1002 Number in First Grade 790 Number in Second Grade 189 Number in Third Grade 23 Received during week 9 Discharged 6 Paroled 3 Last Serial Number 5320 GLEANINGS From Our Exchanges —The Lord loveth a cheerful giver—and so do other people. —There is no place like home, but that’s no excuse for loafing around. —A lawyer doesn’t know everything, but he thinks a client thinks he does. —Liquor may affect a man’s brain, it he has any. Otherwise it affects his legs. —Some men can make a dollar go a long way, but not so far as a reserved seat in heaven. —Ye hardened cynics, is it possible that ye believe that no man works for love of mankind? —No matter what form of government China seeks to adopt, the result is alto gether informal. —A genius is usually a person who has the reputation that he could do wonderful things, if only— —The very appearance of some men is convincing proof that they have been the architects of their own fortunes. —The so-called better half of the mat rimonial combine never ceases trying to find out how the other halt lives. —The young man who has no mind of his own, who gives in to his companions on all accasions, who cannot deny himself, who yields easily to temptations, is a pool stick. He lacks stamina. He wants will power. —The best way to hatch new troubles, says an exchange, is to brood over those we already have. Then why not put more thought on the task we have before us. Our future is largely dependable upon what we learn and accomplish now. —One thing is certain: If you keep your mouth closed other people are compelled to agree with you and respect your opinion. —This is an unsympathetic world. The minute you tell a man your troubles he adds to them by starting in and telling you his. —ln following the dictates of our will and conscience, irrespective of outside opinion, we are promoting our chances for success. —A trade war is feared. As the world is already having about every other kind, perhaps it wuuld be useless to strive for an exception. —Seeking popularity through following the crowd, and doing things that make for credulousness as to our motives, tends to deterioration. —lf the means-to-an-end in our work is reimbursement, the moral suasion view point is entirely lost on those whom we hope to benefit. —There is always a drawback. About the time the grass is greenest and the world looks its prettiest, onions get so cheap that everyone eats them. —Science doesn’t seem to be able to im prove a particle on nature when it comes to the neck and neck race between the con structive and destructive. —The accretion of a large quota of friends doesn't symbolize superior intellect and personality. Vice-versa a man should be judged by the enmity he has provoked. —An English scientist claims to have counted 53,000,000 stars. And now some body will jump up and prove that if he had counted day and night for years and years he couldn’t do it. —Punctuality and honor go hand-in hand. Present day business demands punc tuality, and in order that our business as sociates may maintain confidence in us we must keep a given promise, regardless of what the outcome may mean to us. Cell Changes. From A to A 220-224; 222-449; 224-215; 510-220; 449-510; 454-365; 298-386; 77- 324; 286-298. From A 245-488-429-351 to Third. From A to B 383- 496. From Third 107 to A From A 295 to Hospital. From B to A 274-44. From B 476 to Hospital. From B 283 to Cot. From B 225 to Third.