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Board of Control Ralph W. Wheelock, • Minneapolis C. £. Vasaly, - • ■ Little Falls C. J. Swendsen, - - St. James Downer Mullen. Secretary. , / Board of Parole C. E. Vasaly, ... Chairman C. S. Reed, - - Sec’y for Prison Rev. H. C. Swearingen H. K. W. Scott, Sec’y for Reformatory Resident Officials C. S. Reed Warden J. J. Sullivan Deputy Warden J. Back.land Ist Asst. Deputy F. T. Piculell... 2nd Asst. Deputy J. A. Humphreys Steward G. A. Newman Physician F. A. Whittier ...State Parole Agent W. K. Haven Dentist C. W. Catlin Supt. of Printing Miss Ellen Nelson Matron C. E. Benson Protestant Chaplain Chas. Corcoran Catholic Chaplain M. S. P. Service Flag Thomas Stanek Infantry J. V. Smith “ J. A. Ryan Forestry C. R. Kilty “ George Miller “ Willard Kienholz B. F. Hood ■ Infantry W. F. Mackintosh Q M. C. W. B. Elfstrom “ Oscar Anderson Marines J. R. Haefner Engineers Walter Nelson Aviation J. C. Fitz Gerald Imirrorettesl —9B-B would like to exchange Hearst’s for Variety or New York Star. —Members of the Washington County Grand Jury paid our institution a visit last Monday morning. The angler stepped from the boat to the landing and exhibited the broken fish line. “It was the biggest salmon I ever hook ed, but it got ” “Yes,” the group answered in chorus. • ‘We know, it got away.’’ “How big was it?” asked one of the guides, showing innocence in voice and ex pression. “I don’t know,” replied the angler, grateful for the query. “I didn’t see the fish, but it pulled like Sam Hill.” Taking the guide aside, the oldest fisher man of the group inquired, when out of hearing: “What did you ask him that for? Just to kid him?” “Oh, replied the guide, dropping the mask of innocence, “I wanted to see how far he would go. You know where he got the bite, don’t you?” “Yep.” “Well, when the water went down last October, Jim and me took out thirty-two fishhooks with and without leaders that were firmly fastened into the stump and roots of that old tree.” “Fishermen never get tired of telling ol the big fish that got away, do they, eh?" musingly asked the old fisherman. “They never do,” said the guide. Cell Changes Corrected to Saturday, May 11 A to B PtD* Ato A B to A Bto H 77-49 318-A 280-318 318-349 273 \ 139-339 206-162 B to 3d j 206 A to D 150 A to 3d !! !!!!!.! h «• a A to f NOTICE TO INMATES You are hereby directed to place your copy of The Mirror at the foot of your bed on the morning following the day on which it is delivered to your cell. Non-com pliance with this order will cans* forfeiture of privileges. J. J. Sullivan, Deputy Warden. •Inmates released during: week. V .-.POETRY From Our Exchanges For Liberty They came with eyes that were dazed and dull, To a land of Liberty; Came to a land where folks might live, A land that was “of the free.’’ They carried packs on their tired backs. And their shoulders bent with dread; They did not know what the land might be That lay like a path ahead. They stayed and their eyes grew bright with faith — With faith iq their fellowmen; And some found work with a pick of steel, And some with a flaming pen. And they challenged dread with an upflung head, And a proudly singing soul; For the stranger land had come to be A road with a shining goal! And then there sounded a call, and they Looked up from their work and knew That dread and fear had come creeping back, While the sighing war wind blew. Silently then, the pick and pen Were laid in the dust aside, For the land was changed from a path and goal, To land of Men, who died! Their eyes looked back o’er the troubled sea, Eyes that had once been dazed; And they saw hope spent and worn — Its altars and temples razed. And the ones who might went back to fight, Over the ocean foam; And the rest bought bonds that they might help The land that they now called Home! Christian Herald. When They Had Prayed Acts 4: IS, 2S-21 “When they had prayed"— “The place was shaken.*’ So, too, will any place Where faithful hearts their wills in longing bend; The Word with boldnsss will they plainly speak, In patience serve the man that still is weak, And wickedness its course will surely end — When men have prayed! When men have prayed— The utmost of heaven’s resources wait To shield the man beset by sin’s recruits. Up from the fray, though fierce bemauled, his eyes He lifts to heaven! Again in faith he tries. And God awards of righteousness the fruit, When men have prayed! When men have prayed— Ah! hard the discipline, taxing oft the task! For prayer is not the dream of leisure hours; It has its midnight sweet, its blood-drops red, Its hand upraised, its wine press lone to tread. Yet reck we little when the storm-cloud lowers— If we have prayed! When men have prayed— The busy course of life runs smoother on, The fret of toil, temptation's subtle test, And all the worries which the soul attack, Or sense of longing for the things we lack, Are lost in heaven’s benediction best — When we have prayed! —Ernest Boomer Allen. Is There a Man? Is there a soul in this broad land Who for freedom’s emblem will not fight With face to foe, with uplifted hand Strike and strike again for what is right As our fathers did in the unforgotten past, When Old Glory floated above the fray, Or proudly waved from the shot-torn mast, Defended by manhood that would not give way; I say, is there one? Is there a man with heart so cold That he does not thrill with a fierce desire To strike with venom strong and bold To strike and strike again with ardent ire A merciless foe from foreign lands Who, to satisfy a monarch’s lust, In blood would bathe their guilty hands And trail Old Glory in the dust; I say, is there one? Is there a man so dumb and blind That he does not feel a thrill of pride When the Stars and Stripes are flung to the wind, Unfurled in beauty, to proudly ride The morning breeze, from our native hills, From lofty mountains or level plain, From scenic rocks and babbling rills With not one accusing guilty stain; I say, is there one? Is there a man who cannot love Our flag, the emblem of the free, Or feel the call as from above And stand as firm as rock or tree Though foes outnumber ten to one And the battle seems a loosing game, Who will not stand though he be alone To uphold Old Glory’s immortal name; I say, is there oat? Is there a man, born on our soil, Reared in contentment, plenty and peace, Sustained by sweat of brow and honest toil, Who has not vowed by God’s own grace To uphold Old Glory's unsullied name, On sea or land, in trench or field, To strike in democracy’s unifying name And to a foreign monarch never yield? There is not, must not be, one. — C. L. Snider. Tests for Aero Engines (Continued from page one.) foot. The motor to be tested is mounted in a manner similar to that used on aero planes and its shaft is connected with an electric dynamometer outside the bnilding so that the amount of power generated can be ascertained. Great refrigerator coils are provided to reduce the temperature at will and fans serve to keep the air in rapid motion as is the case during aeroplane flight. The chamber is lined with cork for insulation purposes. Ingenious provisions are made for dissipating the heat produced by the combustion of the explosive mixture in the cylinders of the motor and for supplying fresh air and carrying off the exhaust. Gages and measuring apparatus of various kinds are installed and by means of these the observers keep track of temperatures, pressures, amount of air consumed, amount of gas, speed and power of engine, etc. In the wells of the chamber there are port holes in which are fitted glass panes an inch in thickness. These are intended to per mit observations of the test without the necessity of entering the chamber. Another Victory (Continued from page one.) “score producer’’ through Bush’s waiting defense by giving him a hot grounder. Pe terson was promptly thrown out at first but Kealey took third on the play. Jacobson fanned out, thus leaving the visitors score less. No runs, one hit, one error. Mr. Kolliner, Umpire. * Visitors 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 o—o M. S. P.—o 0 0 2 3 0 0 1 *—6 What Was There to Do? A big real estate man —“big" stands for business—called on an old tenant who was behind in her rent. He was welcomed with affable apologies and given an exceed ingly rich promise of payment. “1 has the rent, jedge, all but the las’ dollah, an’ as soon as I c’n riz it I'm a-efomin’ tighter ’roun’ —I cert’n’y is.’’ “Look here, aunty, I don't want to see you turned out in weather like this. 1 know how good you used to be to that old man of yours after he got crippled up—and what a lot of honest hard work you have done in your time —I wish I had as clean a record. Suppose I give you that dollar. Will you come to the office and pay up?’’ Aunty was beamingly sure. So the “jedge” gave her the money—Lord love— and went his way. The next morning the old lady failed to show up. She was among those absent the dhy after. And the day after that. And on the morning after that a righteously wrathful “jedge” repeat ed his visit. “Thought you were coming to pay that rent?” “Why good mawin’, jedge! It cert’n’y is curus for you to come heah jes’ as I was a steddyin’ ti comer ’roun’ to yoh office wiff my rent money—l got it all t’guther cepn’ the las’ dollah ” “Didn’t I give you that dbllar?” “Deed you did, jedge, honey. You cert’n’y did gimme that dollah—an’ it sure come in mouty handy, too —iffin I hadn’t had it when that ooman comer stawmpin' in on me to pay her the las’ dollah I owed her for my ree-gate-yer I couldn't a-turned out yesty with the Sisters of the Gallilean Fishmen an’ rid in a hack. You c’n go to pahlor socials, any way you wants to, but when you rides to buryin’s you got to weah a pupple silk ap’n boun’ ’roun’ wiff white an’ a collah to match. The s’iety I b’longs to pays sick bene-fits an' ’sesses you eve’y time you dies, so you c’n have a chu’ch suvvice wif fo’ hacks free an’ a wreaf of any kinder flowers yo’ mo’ners call for. But I got mah wash money a cornin' to me t*night, an’ iffin the madam pays me I cert’n’y am gwine to take that dollah an’ pay mah rent ” It isn’t in the story what the “jedge” did, but as the old tenant kept her chip of a house up in Blank alley one might guess. — Selected. American Elephants The submarine danger and the use of ships for war purposes have lessened the commerce between the United States and Africa to a great extent in the past two years. The supply of many of the products formerly imported from the African coun tries by this nation has been decreased con siderably and in some cases has ceased en tirely. Naturally the users of these products have been compelled to find substitutes of American make if they wished to continue the use of these articles. One of the chief imports from Africa in the pre-bellum days was ivory, the product of the elephant. The boudoir of many of the ladies of the land contained many ivory toilet articles, the piano sported its ivory topped keys, and many other uses were made in this country of the product of the tusk of the elephant. With no ivory being imported, and hav ing no elephants in this country, Americans were compelled to find a substitute. Old King Cotton came to the rescue, offering a means of producing artificial ivory that possesses all the beautiful qualities of the real article. A cotton solution chemically treated by several processes changes the raw product of the Sunny South to a hard ivory colored substance that can be easily mould ed into any shape desired. Manufacture and sale of this material as an ivory substitute have reached large proportions. —Scientific American —lf you know how to spend less than you get you have the philosopher’s stone. — Franklin . Night School Closes The eight months' term of night school closed Friday, May 10th, to open again in September. In the absence of any gradu ates, Professor J. C. Davies made the vale dictory address. Professor Davies compli mented the scholars for their diligence in pursuing the many studies. He stated that while the men- made an excellent showing last year, yet the progress made this term was much better. He was more than pleas ed with the work of the pupils, and said that it was a pleasure to instruct them. He told them of the many opportunities the night school afforded and how it gave the illiterate a chance to gain an education so that when they went out into the world again there would not be so many obstacles in their way. He also informed the men that he was proud of the recotd they had made during the season, Professor is a close student of human nature, and he said it was an easy matter to walk up and down the different aisles and pick out the ones who were anxious to learn. After commending the teachers for the splendid manner in which they had conducted their classes during the season and especially thanking them for their co-operation, he informed the pupils that they could obtlin any books they desired to study by making application to their officers. With a signal to the inmate superintendent the gong sounded the closing of a successful term. — P. Nut. A Contest in Courtesy Of the real kindness of heart and the childish delight in adventurous pranks of all kinds that characterized that versatile gentleman, Lord William Beresford, it would be hard to find a more entertaining example than this story that' Mrs. Stuart Menzies tells in her recently published life of Lord William, When I was giving a children’s party at home in England, says Mrs. Menzies, Lord Bill asked, “May this child come, please?” Of course I replied that I should be charm ed, and certainly the children were; I never saw bairns enjoy themselves more. He pre tended he was an elephant at the zoo, and allowed them to sit all over him while he traveled about on all fours, giving them rides, and then pretending to fall and roll with them. When he thought they were tired of this, he crawled under the table in the dining room and pretended he was a bear in a cage, and had to be fed by the children through the bars formed by the legs of the chairs arranged around him. After the last happy child had gone home, Lord William and my younger brother, who had likewise been assisting, feeling rather limp and exhausted, suggest ed that they would like to wash and brush up. After this operation both were due at opposite ends of London. It was pouring rain, and there seemed to be a scarcity of cabs. The servants whistled until they were nearly black in the face, as my broth er expressed it. At last they succeeded in attracting the attention of one hanson; then each man refused to take the cab from the other, and as they were going in opposite directions they could not share it. My brother told Lord William to jump in, and he would find one for himself or wait with me until another arrived. Lord William would not agree to that, and told my brother to jump in. It ended in their struggling fiercely in the street, each trying to put the other into the cab. The cabby at first looked on in awe and wonderment. He was anxious to keep the cab dry, and each time one of the strugglers was nearly deposited in the cab, up would go the glass; then, as they would subside for a fresh effort on the pavement, down went the glass again, as the cabby saw all was not yet decided. He was now enter ing the spirit of the game, and settled down to watch and be ready to receive the missile when it eventually arrived. By this time another cab had turned up, but no one took the least notice of it. A small crowd ol wet errand boys had collect ed to watch the fun, and I was momentari ly expecting a policeman to appear on the scene and take both the strugglers into cus tody. At last Lord William won the day. From behind the curtains in the dining room window I saw my bruised and shin barked brother chucked into the cab, and in response to the cabman’s, “Where to?” Lord William replied, “Home for lost dogs, and drive like the wind.” Needless to say, neither my brother nor Lord William was in condition to pay visits after this romp; their hats had been knocked off and clapped on again by the servants and small boys who were looking on, only to roll off once more. Ties had v waltzed around and were looking out from unaccustomed places, and their collars were soiled and drooping.— Ex.± A Wig of Glass It is announced that in Venice they are spinning glass for commercial purposes, converting it into glass cotton and glass wool pressed into sheets or pads. Although the principal use of the product at present is for insulation, we have the word of the Italian makers that it serves admirably for making artificial hair, wigs, perukes, doll's hair, Santa Claus beards and other hirsute adornments. The processes of manufacture are simple. Solid glass rods, made of pure American soda that contains no adulteration of lead or other metal, are worked into fluff under a Bunsen burner and blowpipe. A bicycle wheel, minus the tire, winds up the threads. If the threads are sufficiently fine they curl up and fluff out like wools The product is now marketed in three forms — glass cotton, glass wool, and in sheets about a half-inch thick, which resembles white felt pads. In the last form mentioned it may be used to make separators for acumu tators of electricity.—2?*. POIT-T ree •/. Leaves From Our Poets. At The Close of The Day By the “Little Mother's" Office Boy At the close of the day To myself I should say “What good have I done What Victory won?” At the close of the day I should review the way I’ve worked and played, And what I have said. At the close of the day I should kneel and pray To God: that I may be Kind in deed and charity At the close of the day For those far away I should mingle my prayers With my hopes and cares. At the close of the day I should think of the fray In the trenches of France And the day of advance When Pershing’s great run Will rattle the Hun, And our banner shall be Sign of—“ Nations all free.” Mrs. Malone and The Censor When Mrs. Malone got a letter from Pat She started to read it aloud in her flat. “Dear Mary,’’ it started, “I can’t tell you much, I'm somewhere in France, and I'm flghtin’ the Dutch. I'm chokin' wid news that I’d like to relate, But it’s little a soldier's permitted to state. Do ye mind Red McPhee —well, he fell in a ditch An busted an arrm, but I can’t tell ye which. An’ Paddy O'Hara was caught in a flame An' rescued by—faith, 1 can’t tell you his name. Last night I woke up wid a terrible pain, I thought for awhile it would drive me in sane. Oh, the sufferin’ 1 had was most dreadful t’ bear! I’m sorry my dear, but I can’t tell you where. The doctor he gave me a pill, but I find It’s contrary to rules t* disclose here the kind. I’ve been to the dentist and had a tooth out, I’m sorry t’ leave you so shrouded in doubt, But the best I can say is that one tooth is gone, The censor won't let me inform you which I met a young fellow who knows ye right „ well, An’ ye know him, too, but his name I can’t tell. He's Irish, red-headed, and there with th' blarney; His folks once knew your folks back home in Killarney.” “By gorry,” said Mrs. Malone in her flat, “It's hard to make sinse out av writin' like that. But I’ll give him as good as he sends, that I will” So she went right to work with her ink-well an' quill, An’ she wrote, “I suppose ye're dead eager fer news, Ye know when ye left, we were buy in’ the shoes; Well, the baby has come, an’ we’re both doin' well It’s a—Oh, but that’s somethin' they won’t let me tell.”— Selected. Worked in Wool Bettina all the livelong day Is much engrossed in knitting, O’er scarf and sweater, cap and sock, Her taper fingess flitting. I sit beside her on the porch And hold her Persian kitten, And see with apprehensive eyes Her needle shape a mitten. There’s Captain Clancy trim and tall, In sword and khaki showy, Adored by all the pretty girls— He got the sweater snowy. But I, the humble private, with Her charms more deeply smitten, Am by work of fate, I feel, Destined to get the mitten! —Minna Irving , in The Argosy. *Escandido Give me a valley ranch that lies remote Near my far Western hills, Let there be near-by murmur of a stream That sparkles past and spills Into a river, where on either hand Tall cottonwoods, gray sentinels, ghost-like stand. May there be laughter of the wind and song Of wild birds singing, gay, And the clean,'pungent smell of sage; Soft ripples in the hay Silvered with dew, stirred by the breeze At dawn that shakes the fairy aspen trees. Give me the hot sun of summer noons, hum Of insects in the grass, Vivid wild flowers on the mountain side, And vagrant clouds that pass Across the highest peaks, and canyon walls Magic and cool where silver moonlight falls. Give me a valley ranch where we alone Can live beneath the sun. May there be good rides homeward, when • the long Gold summer days are done, To the warm log house that ray heart desires. With the long, low rooms and the cedar fires. —Jean Brooke Burt , in The Outlook. •In Spanish escandido means “Hidden Valley.” tittpapr! program Sunday, May 12 The following is the program rendeied in the Auditorium last Sunday, Reverend Benson officiating. March—Flagship Connecticut Orchestra Selections—Apple Blossoms; Water Lilies Orchestra Holy, Holy, Holy Congregation Invocation Chaplain Gloria Congregation Scripture Reading Chaplain Hymn—Onward Christian Soldiers Congregation Prayer Chaplain Selection —The First Heart Throbs Orchestra Sacred Sections —O Jesus We are Standing O Come Unto Me Ye Weary Bethlehem Church Choir Sermon Chaplain Vocal Solo—Just For Today Miss Mary Anderson Sacred Selection—God of Our Fathers Bethlehem Church Choir Hymn—What a Friend We Have in Jesus Congregation Benediction I Chaplain March—The Olympian Orchestra R. J. Reichkitzer, Musical Director. Population Monday, May 13 Number of Inmates at Prison 883 Number in First Grade -.687 Number in Second Grade 183 Number in Third Grade 13 Received During Week... 4 Discharged 0 Paroled 2 Last Serial Number 5855 j gleanings' J From Our Exchanges —Somehingto remember—the Red Cross. —There is a God but He isn’t a pardner of Kaiser Bill’s —The bigger bond you buy the bigger bomb will be sent to the front. —When you hear a man or woman talk ing peace now put it down that they are pro- German. —The German eagle is not an eagle but a vulture. Kill the vulture. —There is a great gulf between breaking through and bending the lines at the war front. —Be yourself. In the space of seventy years you haven't time to be anybody else successfully. —There’s something wrong with the house where the children have to go outside to play. —The right man always comes along girls. The trouble is that sometimes he passes right by. —lt takes all sorts of people to make up a world, including those who are sure your doctor doesn’t know anything. When it comes to washing the dishes mother discovers that she has brought up several conscientious objectors. —We wonder if there ever was a woman who thought it right that her husband should pay twenty-five cents for two cigars? —Somehow or other we've an idea that we wouldn’t care much for this world if it weren't for the fools there are in it.(For in stance, the man who does not own a Liberty Bond.) —Some men are so mean that whenever a good man dies the neighbors always get together and wonder why they should be permitted to live. —ln spite of the gossips, ninety per cent of the evil things are not carried. —There is a cure for insomnia. March between the handles of a plow eight hours a day. —No man was ever fortunate enough to be entirely bald on his chin, where he'd like to be. LEAGUE CLUB STANDINGS On May 14 NATIONAL LEAGUE. Won Lost Pet New York 18 5 .857 Chicago 14 6 .700 Pittsburg 11 9 .550 Cincinnati 12 1* .500 Philadelphia 8 11 .4*l Brooklyn 7 IS .SSO St. Louis 7 14 ASS Boston 6 15 .280 AMERICAN LEAGUE Won Lost Pet. Boston 14 10 AB3 New York is 10 .505 Cleveland I 12 10 .545 Chicago 10 9 .524 Washington 10 11 .470 St. Louis 10 1* .455 Philadelphia 9 12 .429 Detroit 1 7 11 .889 AMERICAN ASSOCIATION . Won Lost Pet. Milwaukee 9 2 £lB Louisville 8 2 .800 Kansas City 7 4 .030 Indianapolis 0 5 A 45 Columbus 5 5 joo St. Paul 4 7" JO4 Toledo- 2 9 .182 Minneapolis 2 9 .182 ATTENTION! Inmates are hereby cautioned not to use the margins of The Mirror for ad dresses of friends or other written fnatter. If you wish The Mirror sent to your friends, you are required to send in their addresses to the Deputy Warden’s Office through your officer. In this way it will be attended to. J. J. Sullivan Deputy Warden.