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Board of Control Ralph W. Wbeelock, - Minneapolis C. E Vasaljr, - - - Little Falls C. J. Swendsen, - - St. Janies 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. Backland 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 St&nek J. V. Smith J. A. Ryan C. R. Kilty George Miller Willard Kienholz B. P. Hood W. P. Mackintosh W. B. Elfstrom Oscar Anderson J. R. Haefher Walter Nelson J. C. Fitz Gerald ImI»»OB£TTES~| —Willard Keinholz, formerly a guard, and who pitched winning ball for the Stillwater club of the Interstate league, is in the United States service in Texas, with the Post Exchange at Kelley Field. Recently in a game against the 633rd Squadron he pitched a one-hit game, 10 to 0. The hit was a scratch, the batter attempting to dodge a close ball, which hit his bat and rolled into the diamond, the runner beating out the ball to first. Keinholz also made a home run, the longest drive ever made on the grounds. He shows that he is just as good as when he successfully put them over when he was with Stillwater, and at that time he was about the best in the league. —Mr. Lenuo Olson, Company Manager, and Mr. J. H. De Witt, Parole Agent, of the Training School at Red Wing, Minn., were guests, last Friday, of our Parole Agent, Mr. Whittier. He conducted them through the various departments and build ings of the institution explaining the work and administrative system and aims. That they were pleased and interested may be assumed for they spent the most of the afternoon with Mr. Whittier inside the institution. 1 —The inmate patients confined in the hospital were an appreciative audience to a band concert given by the M. S. P. band on the hospital grounds last Friday after noon. During the summer season it is usually the custom of the band to give one concert a week for the benefit of the patients at the hospital, and that these concerts are welcome and fully appreciated is evidenced by the pleasure evinced whenever the band arrives. —A pair of robins have set up housekeep ing under the eaves on the north side of the detention ward, and by next week Mr. Angleworm better entrench himself a little deeper as there will be three or four always hungry little robins who will refuse to be Hooverized into taking substitutes, war or no war. —A Lasky four-reel production, featuring Miss Ina Claire in "The Wild Goose Chase," was the motion picture entertain ment last Wednesday evening, June sth. The movie show was interspersed with songs by Messrs. D. and 8., and several very good selections by the Orchestra. Following is the program of musical numbers; March —Flagship Connecticut Schumam Selection—Chu Chin Chow Norton (A Musical Tale of the East) Song—Oh Min! Jones and Olsen By Mr. D. Medley, Fox Trot —Paradise Blues Williams and Gray Song—Bring Back My Daddy to Me Johnson, Tracy and Meyer By Mr. B. Overture—Bright and Gay—Mackie-Beyer March—On the Road to Home Sweet Home Van Alstyne ATTENTION! Inmates are hereby cautioned not to use the margins of The Mirror for ad dresses of friends or other written matter. 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. jf 4* —Stillwater Gazette. From Our Exchange POETRY The World Tragedy O! age sublime— Could we turn back the wheels of time And write the tragedy of this age, Upon history’s far off darkened page. O! age of light— Must we go back to savage night? Must we return to beasts of prey And darken this illustrious day? O! age of light— Could we blast out this awful blight; This stain upon civilization’s page Upon this wonder-working age. O! God of love, Pour out Thy Spirit from above Upon this sin and blood stained world, Where deadly missiles now are hurled! O! God of peace. Bid now this fearful slaughter cease; Pour in the wounds the oil and wine, ’Til bleeding nations all are Thine. O! God of might, Turn on, turn on, the Gospel light; Break down the mighty rule of kings; Let Justice spread her hovering wjngs. O! God iArine, All nations of the earth entwine Within Thy arms of everlasting love, ' Til peace on earth resounds with peace in heaven above. — Mrs. M. L. Hollingsworth. Just Thinkin' By Judton Hawley From The Stars and Stripes. (The official news paper of the American Expeditionary Forces.) Published in France. Standin’ up here on the fire-step, Lookin’ ahead in the mist, With a tin hat over your ivory And a rifle clutched in your fist; Waitin’ and watchin’ and wonderin’ If the Hun’s cornin’ over tonight— Say, aren’t the things you think of Enough to give you a fright? Things you ain’t even thought of For a couple o’ months or more; Things that ’ull set you laughin’, Things that ’ull make you sore; Things that you saw ip the movies, Things that you saw on the street, Things that you’re really proud of, Things that are—not so sweet. Debts that are past collectin’, Stories you hear and forget, Ball games and birthday parties, Hours of drill in the wet; Headlines, recruitin' posters, Sunsets ’way out at sea, Evenings of pay days—golly— It’s a queer thing, this memory! Faces of pals in Homesburg, Voices of women folks, Verses you learnt in schooldays «- Pop up in the mist and smoke — As you stand there, grippin’ that rifle, A-startin’ and chilled to the bone, Wonderin’ and wonderin’ and wonderin' Just thinkin’ there —all alone! When will the war be over? When will the gang break through? What will the U. S. look like? What will there be to do? Where will the Boches be then? Who will have married Nell? When’s that relief a-comin’ up? Gosh! But this thinkin’s hell! I'm for America I’m for America! America's for me! Not because her acres reach from sea to sea, Not because of grace of place, or pride of pedigree, Not because of gold or gear, or militant decree, But oh! it's in America the mind of man is free, So I am for America and America’s for me. I'm for America, America’s for me! ‘ I’m for America, America’s for me! And if there were no America, then f where would Freedom Bee? So I am for America and America’s for me. I'm for America! America’s for me! Here the humblest gives his voice, the poorest makes his plea; Here the right asserts itself —and right to disagree; Here no craven neck is bent, no suppliant bows the knee, \ So it’s oh! my heart leaps up in song and makes its jubilee That I am for America and America’s for me. I’m for America, America’s for me! I'm for America, America’s for me! And if there were no America, then where would Freedon be? So I am tor America and America’s for me. —Edmund Fiance Cook. Oh, Boy of Mine The time will come, oh. boy of mine, When I can’t hold you tight Against my heart and sing to you As I have done tonight. The time will come, how well I know, When youth to childhood calls, Down from my knee you'll slip away As dusk on sunset falls. The time will come, oh, boy of mine, W hen I shall have you back, Sweet memory will light your love To me along that track, My heart will ever make to youis When childhood takes its flight. And I can’t sing or hold you, son, As I have done tonight.— Ex. A Tribute to The Flag I have seen the glorie* of art and architecture and of rivers and mountains. I have seen the sun set on the Jungfrau and the moon rise over Mount Blanc. But the fairest vision on which these eyes rested was the flag of my country in a foreign port. Beauti ful as a flower to those who love it, terrible as a meteor to those who hate it, it is a symbol of the power and the glory and the honor the millions of Americans. —Senator Geo. Hoar. Air Boat Design a Success (Continued from page one.) The yachtsman keeps from going crab wise by keel or centerboard. The autoist tarns a corner with the aid of friction bo tween the wheels and road, to which he adds with chains in slippery going. The motor cyclist has a banked track on which to make speedy turns. All hare something solid or at least a liquid heavy with inertia to work against. The air boat has only thin air. Consequently, the air boat must be built so that it won’t change its course with every gust that blows. To do this it must have more keel surface behind than in front of its vertical turhing axis, like a weathercock, that the gusts may tend to blow the ma chine’s nose into the wind, rather than away. This is highly important (with this idea in mind, which was one of several reasons why they didn’t dare fly in a wind). The im portance is found in momentum. Two tons of flying machine at a hundred miles an hour have enormous momentum —just as much as huge touring cars of two tons weight making that speed on a road. Im agine turning suddenly to one side or an other in such a car. The wheels would turn but the car would go straight on—the wheels would break and a bad accident would re sult. If the air boat is suddenly turned— as it might be by a gust were it not for suf ficient keel surface behind the vertical turn ing axis—it would be flying crabwise through the air, momentum keeping it on its old course, propeller and rudder trying to get it on a new course. This “side slip’’ is very dangerous. It is bad enough if it is caused by trying too sudden a turn, but if it could be caused by every gust of wind that blew, life aloft in a breeze would be life constant ly in danger. The designer must provide that the plane have as much tendency as possible to stay on an even keel. The pilot has control of his balance, but he cannot be forever balanc ing—he has many other things to do. So the designer helps him by giving the wings what he calls a dihedral angle—that is, a front view of the air boat shows the wings as a very flat V. The result, that is when the whole structure tips in the air, the hori zontal equivalent of the lower wing is great er and that of the elevated wing less than before. As the horizontal position provides the greatest lift, tipping the dihedral angled winga produce the greatest lift on the down side, which tends to right the tipping ma chine. But too much dihedral angle de creases the total horizontal equivalent of the surface, increasing the proportion of weight to the surface, and also tends to throw the center of gravity too low, which results in a pendulum like motion to the plane. One other thing the designer can do to help lateral stability, and about which few besides pilots and designers know even the name. The designer and the rigger wash out one side of the aeroplane and wash in the other side. To wash out a plane is to decrease its angle of incidence towards the end of the plane. It is done on one side, and the angle increased or washed in on the other side, to counteract the desire of the plane to revolve over and over in a direction contrary to that of its propeller. In other words, the engine tries to turn the propelles in one direction and incidentally, itself in the other direction. If it were not for the wash out and the wash in the pilot would be continually combating this desire of the plane to roll in the air. Longitudinal stability, too, is a problem of the designers. A properly built plane is nose heavy, that is, if the power fails aloft, the plane automatically drops nose first, just enough to reach the best gliding angle, by which gravity takes the place of the propel ler thrust and maintains that speed by which and by which alone, control of the whole is maintained in the air. But it is not only a proper placing of the center of gravity which the designer must consider —not too low, that there be no pendulum effect and not too high, that the whole thing not turn turtle at the first opportunity, —he must re member that gusts of wind do not blow only from side to side, but from below up and from above down. The tail surface is relied on here, and it is a beaut if uHy simple contrivance. It is set at a less angle of incidence than the main planes. If a gust of wind tilts the plane nose down from the horizontal, the craft does not immediately go in the direction its nose is pointing, but somewhere between the old course and the new, because of the inertia and momentum, just as when a gust turns the plane sidewise it side slips. The result is that the effective angle of incidence of the planes which is their angle to direction of motion, is less than normal. This means decreased lift. But the tail sur face, having a less angle than the main planes to start with, loses more of its angle than the main planes with this crab-wise nosing downwards. So the tail now having less lift tends to fall more quickly than the nose, and the plane rights again, although, of course, at a lower altitude. # Nothing has as yet been said about those small parts of a plane which enable it to fly at all—the ailerons or flaps or warping sur faces, whichever scheme is used. Probably the general public is more familiar with them than with any part of the plane. All planes must possess some one of the three, for the very life of the plane depends upon the ability of the pilot to bank the machine —this is, depress or raise one side at pleasure. Were it not for this ability, he could not turn a corner, he could not make a spiral, he could not balance himself against gusts stronger than the dihedral angle would take care of. Ailerons are little extra surfaces, movable, between the two main planes, at either end. Flaps are hinged parts of the main plane or planes, at the rear and towards the ends, which can be depressed, increasing the angle of incidence at that point. In the warping wing, the original Wright patent, the end of the wings are pulled out of shape, to change the angle. The point is that when one aileron, flap or warping wing increases the angle of incidence on one side, the corresponding part on the other side of the plane does the reverse. The angle being increased on side, lift increased on that side —decreased on the other, lift decreases. Re sult, the whole plane tips. Plain Tales From the Bible > (Continued from page two.) need. But rising above all else, giving to Paul all of Divine power that was his and to us the ultimate in blessings of life and instructions for living,. is the service to which he was called—that he gave, faith fully and unstintingly. In the house of Judas, in the street called Straight, in the city of Damascus, Saul, the threatening, vengeful Pharisee was changed into Paul, the servant —the apostle, which means one who is sent. Paul’s learning, his instruction in zeal and devotion towards whatever cause was held by him as worthy and important, fitted him for the service he afterwards gave to the Master and men. He carried the message of Christianity to the people of Israel and to the Gentiles and for it he appeared unafraid before Rulers and Kings. He preached and worked and served; he was subjected to the persecution he had once represented; was imprisoned and martyred; but withal, he served and never faltered in the course given him to follow. Turn to any message left by him and there will be found only one reference to himself—a servant, an apostle. We, today, need such a lesson in service. Our scheme of living has come to hold too much of “take” and far too little of “give.” We must learn that the greatest and only enduring riches of life are in what we do and not in what we have. No matter what material things we may save during our short visit on earth, in the end we will re ceive no profit or good from these alone. When it comes our time to follow Death through the shadows of the grave there will be but one thing that we can take with us on that journey—what we have done. What we give of self and not what we save of and for self may we keep. And the most wonderful part of this truth is that there is no future in the rewards that service brings. These are constant. Each day’s service re turns to the servant an equal measure of joy in living, of contentment with life, of place and purpose in affairs of men and of perfect harmony and adjustment with Divine wilt and pleasure. We will learn that giving adds to our possessions and doing increases our strength. We need to study Paul’s life; but more we need to study our own lives. To learn this lesson of service is not altogether an easy matter —Paul needed extreme method of teaching. Very often do we need the same. But the lesson is there for us to learn and its rewards are sure. And the happiest, the greatest day of any life will be that on which that one will have learned to say with Paul: “Yet have I made myself servant of all, that I might gain the more.” Scientific Notes Successful Surgery. Over 1,000 of a de tail of 1,350 soldiers suffering from crushed and broken bones have been so completely restored in one of the war hospitals in Eur ope that they were able to return for service in the trenches. It is said that by means of modern methods of surgery many men are saved who, with the best treatment former ly available, would be turned out such crip ples that it would be more merciful to let them die. Salvaging War Metals. All metals, to gether with other debris, are gathered up daily on the battlefields to be worked over into new materials for use by the fighting men. Lead missiles are usually lost as they travel at such a velocity that they bury themselves in whatever object they strike. Steel and other metals from wrecked auto mobiles, flying machines, exploded shells, etc., are collected and reclaimed for various war uses. __ Battle Sounds Transmitted by Earth. Sounds of fighting in Flanders hare been heard plainly in parts of England. The fact that the sounds are sometimes heard when the wind is blowing towards the battlefield and that they have been observed in a number of cases to be louder some distance below the surface pf the ground lead to the conclusion that the vibrations are transmitted more readidly and distinct ly through the earth than through the air. —Scientific American. /. POET-TREE Leaves From Our Poets. The Transports Out into the night they slip, Silent ship by silent ship, Dim and gray, dim and gray And the fog droops low to hide them, And the wind springs swift to guide them. On their way, on their way. What the freighting that they bear? Gold or pearls or jewels rare, Over seas, over seas? Yea, the Jewels of a Nation! Yea, a People’s Consecration Goes with these, goes with these! Soft, ah, soft, lisp, Break the bubbles, silver-crisp. ’Neath the bow, 'neath the bow; Swirls the snowy wake behind them; So we lose them; who shall find them, Ask not now! Ask not now! Mother’s boy and maiden's lover, Husband, father,—over, over, Tell the tale, tell the tale! Heart of gold and soul of fire, „ Lifted eyes of high desire, So they sail, so they sail. Out into the night they slip, Silent ship by silent ship, Dim and gray, dim and gray, God’s own angels fly beside them. God's own good and grace betide them On # their way, on their way! ■From to Arms! Songs of the Great War. The Dollar at the Door One day a silver dollar sought A lodging in the town. The cheery ring of silver brought Intent to settle down. The fellow it was first to sight Was one, I’m sad to say, Who did not hasten to invite The coin in town to stay. This most unpatriotic man, Instead of being glad To aid the dollar in the plan To help the town it had. The dollar sent afar to roam In other regions then— And never to his town or home The dollar came again. Another dollar also came, But met a man more kind— A fellow with a different name. More patriotic mind. He asked it in, he bade it stay And help the town to grow; And never more it roamed away Or cared afar to go. From house to house that dollar went And the good Of every man to whom ’twas sent And all the neighborhood. It helped the farmer’s field to till, To swing the'woodman's ax, To build a church upon the hill And pay the village tax. Next time a dollar comes to town Let’s greet it with a cheer; Don’t send it off or turn it down. But let it settle here— For every dollar come to rqp&t In home or farm or store Is one more dollar come to boost The town a little more! Ex. The Slacker By B. B I’m tired of hearing of you, a slacker, I'm tired of seeing you, too. Now that the country needs every backer, You’ve*showed what you would do. You’ve shirked your bit —you would’nt fight, But you bluff yourself you're in the right; Only to you —a slacker —only to you! , Did you pay heed to the nation’s call For men with brawn and brain? You’d never fight *tr)l pushed to the wall, And soon weaken from the strain. Your money and time you’ve hoarded like a miser; Your motto, unsaid, is, “Me, God and the Kaiser.” Only you—a slacker —just you! You will regret that yellow streak That you wear so free today; For the time will come when even the meek Will scorn your body of clajr. In future years when you pass by You’ll see the scorn in every eye. You’ll hang your head with sorrow and shame. But you are the only one to blame. Only you—a slacker—just you! And when your race on earth is run And you’ve passed to the other side: You’ll stand before the Highest One With the rest of the human tide. You will see the gaze of pity, You will hear the sad reprbach; And the sting it will bring as the words fall clear That herald your approach. Only you—a slacker—only you! Your voice will be raised for mercy But your pleadings will be in vain. You’ll find your share in the “World’s controversy” Has been branded ever there with shame. “Take him away for he served the Devil, Both he and the Kaiser are on the same level.” And even the words you will hear in disgust From the Lord of the Lower World, “I suppose I must * Take even a slacker, tho I know its a shame To have such a thing in my domain.'* Only you —a slacker —just you! (ZUfapel program Sunday, Jana 9 The following is the program rendeted in the Auditorium last Sunday, Reverend Benson officiating. March—The Olympian Orchestra Holy, Holy, Holy . Congregation Invocation Chaplain Gloria i_ Congregation Scripture Reading Chaplain Hymn—One Sweetly Solemn Thought Prayer Chaplain Selection—Cupids Frolic Orchestra Sermon Chaplain Hymn—What a friend We Have in Jesus Congregation Benediction Chaplain March—Brave American Boys Orchestra R. J. Reicbkitzer, Musical Director. \ ' Population Monday, June 10 Number of Inmates at Prison 881 Number in First Grade 697 Number in Second Grade 168 Number in Third Grade 16 Received During Week 4 Discharged 6 Paroled 2 Last Serial Number 5881 I gleanings] I From Our Exchanges —Let the boys at the front know where we are at when it comes to purchasing bonds. —Don’t keep a good scheme on hand when it should be placed on foot. —Two of the most bitter things in life are being jilted by a girl and a dose of quinine. —A pawnbroker says that it takes a man of nerve to pawn his umbrella in the course of a rainstorm. —Contentment is better than riches and the average man is too polite to want the best for himself. —When a lovely woman stoops to folly, ’tis time for man'to scoot, by golly! —Before a woman is married she expects him to pay her compliments; after marriage he is satisfactory if he pays her bills. We Have Observed —That the man who thinks he lacks time generally lacks energy. —That there are lots of men with just enough knowledge to, be a nuisance. —That a homely face saves a woman from hearing a lot of rank nonsense. —That no amount of culture will make a fat man stop snoring in his sleep. —That a fellow doesn’t have to be a Marathon runner to be long-winded. —That in the constant sifting of life men generally land about where they belong. LEAGUE CLUB STANDINGS On June 11 NATIONAL LEAGUE Won Lost Pet. Chicago so 18 .714 New York 2# 14 .674 Cincinnati 28 28 .500 Boston 20 24 .455 Pittsburg 10 28 .452 Philadelphia 18 25 .410 St. Louis 18 25 .410 Brooklyn 17 28 .878 AMERICAN LEAGUE Won Lost Pet. Boston SO 10 .612 New York 27 10 .587 Chicago 28 10 -548 Cleveland 25 24 .510 Washington 24 25 .400 St. Louis. 21 28 .477 Philadelphia 17 27 .886 Detroit 15 26 .866 AMERICAN ASSOCIATION Won Lost Pet. Kansas City 21 12 .686 Columbus 81 12 .686 Milwaukee • 21 IS .618 Louisville 21 15 .588 Indianapolis 18 14 .56® SI. Paul 15 20 .420 Minneapolis 12 21 .361 Toledo 6 28 .178 Cell Changes Corrected to Saturday, June 8 B to B Por D* Ato A B to A Bto H B to F A to H Ato 3d A to F •Inmates released during week. N OTIGE TO INMATES You are hereby directed to place your copy of Thb Mikbok 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.