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Board of Control Ralph W. Wheelocfc, - • Minneapolis C. E. Vasaiy, ... Little Falls C. J. Swendsen, - - St. James Downer Mullen, Secretary. Board of Parole C. E. Vasaiy, - - - 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 C. W. Catlin Supt. of Printing Miss Ellen Nelson Matron C. E. Benson Protestant Chaplain Chas. Corcoran Catholic Chaplain \ 1 M. S. P. Service Flag' Anderson, Oscar Kilty, C. R. Bernstein, M. Kienholz, Willard Carlson, Hugo Mackintosh, W. F. Elfstrom, W. B. Miller, George Elfstrom, R. L. Nelson, Walter Fitz Gerald, J. C. Parker, Donald Haefner, J: R. Ryan, j. A. Hood. B. F. Stanek, Thomas Hurley, George B. Smith, J. V. Johnson, Clarence Zabel, Oscar MIRRORETTES -■ ■■■ —The worn rubber matting in the main corridor was replaced with new last week. —Last week a party of three priests were shown through the institution, one of them being a French priest with three years in the service to his credit. When introduced to our local doctor the French priest thought the doctor was standing on a box, he was so tall. The Father was located in Rou mania where the men are mostly short o* stature. —Mr. Mike Gibbons, an old friend" ol Deputy Warden J. J. Sullivan, and Mr». Gibbons, accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Ryan, were conducted through the institu tion by the Deputy Warden last Friday. The Gibbons boys, Mike and Tom, are known throughout the world among lovers of clean boxing. They are St. Paul boys, and Mike, who has been instructing our soldiers, at the camp where he was stationed, in the art of boxing, is considered the cham pion in bis class. —A woman who was for many years a housekeeper in the family of the late Al fred B. Nobel, the Swedish founder of the Nobel Prizes, was leaving to be married, says The Ladies’ Home Journal. Mr. No bel wished to, reward her services and asked what she would like for a wedding gift, saying that he would be glad to give her whatever she asked. After consulting with her fiance, the woman approached Mr. No bel and said she had decided what she wanted, but doubted whether she would get it. “Go ahead,” said the rich dynamite maker; “I told you to ask for whatever you wished.” “Will you give me your in come tor one day, then, Mr. Nobel?” It took eleven men to figure it out, but the housekeeper received for a wedding present the sum of $28,000. —Something to worry about —Frederick William (ex-crown prince) says: “I told him (papa) the British would be agin us.” —Our motion picture show Wednesday, the 11th, was a five-reel Lasky production entitled “At First Sight,” with Mae Mur ray as star. The song, I’m Sorry I Made You Cry,” by Mr. 8., was very good and well received. •* 7 The musical program by the orchestra follows: March—Columbia Ellis Brooks Selection—The Little Millionaire. .Lampe One Step—We Don’t Want the Bacon._ Havens Song, by Mr. B. —I’m Sorry I Made You Cry Clesi Waltzes—Tiger Rose P. De Rose Popular Fox Trot —Pick a Little Four Leaf Clover Olman Aloha Quincke One Step—Sweet Cookie Mine, C. M. Jones Serenade (Intermezzo) —Bernice Haskins March—The Thunder Cloud Alford R. J. Reichkitzer, Musical Director. Inmates Attention! Inmates will observe the following rules to insure prompt mail service. Place register number and page num ber in upper right hand comer of envelope in space to be covered by stamp. Your future page number will be same as shown on all incoming letters. Do not write between lines. Sign your full name to all letters. J. J. SULLIVAN, Deputy Warden. POETRY .% Selected Temporary Miranda's dropped her fancy work and sailed across the Straits As a temporary “lady of the lamp;*’ And Jane’s abandoned portraiture to toash the cups and plates Of the Tommies in a temporary camp; And Ethel —nervy Ethel!—is a motor-driv ing Waac, And fairly saved her special Brigadier The day that Fritz got busy and our line came surging back In a temporary movement to the rear. A temporary Major they’ve contrived to make of Bob (He was always pretty hefty at his drill). While the rank of air-mechanic—and he hustles at his job— Is the temporary perquisite of Bill; Old Joseph drives a tractor most surprizing true and straight (He’s sixty, but a temporary sport), While Augustus sails the ocean as a tem porary mate When he isn’t in a temporary port. There’s a temporary shortage of the things we eat and wear, And the temporary pleadings of the Tank, Plus the temporary taxes that we’re called upon to bear, Lead to temporary trouble at the bank; The only things that haven’t changed since Wilhelm butted in To show how Armageddon should be run Are the views of Thomas Atkins as to who is going to win, And his personal opinion of the Hun. —Punch The MonK Pauses in His Labor Follow, follow, O swift-wing’d swallow, The springtide call to a new delight. River-rover, Leap up and over The rocks, O salmon silver-bright! In the garden close Is the new-blown rose, And the blossom white on the hawthorn tree; Where the roving Dane Will launch again His well-mann’d ships for the Irish shore. Yet a Danish sail Is of no avail ’Gainst the kilted kerns in the battle roar, When a host of men From hill and glen Sweeps down with the strength of a curling wave; A flash of spears, And women’s tears Are all that’s left foi the fallen brave. But the din of war, Though loud, is far From the peaceful toil of a monkish cell, The open book In the garden nook By the great gray house where the brothers dwell. Swallow, swallow, Could I but follow The springtide call of a new delight, Like the river-rover, I’d up and over, Across the wall, where the land is bright! —Noreys Jephson O’ Connor A Cascade Mountain Forest The silence there was like a power; No bird nor beast, no zephyr stirred: Through all the magic of the hour No faintest whisper might be heard. The air was dank, and leaves were drenched With recent rains from western strands; Each drop was as a diamond clenched In dainty virgin-forest hands. v Huge fallen cedars, once the pride Of older forests’ days and nights, Wrapt round with moss, but hale inside, Lay slumbering midst their dream delights. And while they slept in stillness blest, Along their trunks in mosses bright, The mother hemlocks found a nest Wherefrom their babes might seek the light. Their lowland firs by limpid light, In grandeur, and in lofty grace, In calm, and measured peace, and might. And silent beauty, blessed the place. Ranged midway ’twixt the white-barked pines And where the somber cedars grow, Stood noble firs in pillared lines To rampart back the mountain snow. All silent dreamed the lovely firs, Shielded by woods of white-barked pine, Taking the first free breath that stirs From snow-clad peaks beyond the line. Oh! heirlooms of a Golden Time, By what enchantment were ye planned To rim your crystal lakes sublime, The sentinels of fairyland? — M. O. 8., in Theosophical Magazine Two Teutons, though tutored to shoot, Were caught when they lingered to loot, A Yank did his doty— Took charge of the booty, And kept the two Tuetons to boot. —Exchange French Afraid of Ice Cream Ice cream is a new dish to the inhabi tants of France. Some of the big city dwellers may have had a passing acquaintance with it, but the rural folk and those in the villages saw their first ice cream made in the American army camps. Many of the permanent American camps in the service of supplies have made ice cream a regular feature, the regimental canteens turning out the frozen delicacy for several hundred men. The introduction of ice cream to the French peasant children has been productive of much amusement to the American troops. The youngsters think it is hot. One of the men of an engineer regiment took a mess kit full of ice cream to a French farmhouse. One of the small boys took a big teaspoonful. A look of pained amaze ment came over his face, and, emptying his mouth of the frozen cream, he ran screaming to the protection of his mother's skirts crying: “Chaud! Chaud!” (HotiHot!) The other children who had watched rather horror-stricken the fate of the first be came convinced that the ice cream was some sort of white fire and they would have nothing to do with it. The mother had to eat virtually all of the cream in order to in duce them that is was cold rather than hot and when not taken too fast was good to eat. Eventually, the children ate the last of the dish. But they partook of it ginger ly, evidently greatly mystified that any thing which first seemed hot then cold could be good to eat. But in time the kids got to liking ice cream and they became as great a nuisance around the camps asking for ice cream as they had been before in seeking chewing gum.—Sel. The Hudson’s Bay Co. On May 2, 1670, Charles 11. issued a royal charter incorporating Prince Rupert, the Duke of Albermarle, the Earl of Crav en, Lord Arlington, Lord Ashley and others, under the name of “The Governor and Company of Merchants-Ad venturers Trading into Hudson’s Bay.’’ The “Ad venturers’” were to have perpetual succes sion, and were granted fishing, mining and land proprietary rights in countries, coasts, and confines of the seas, bays, lakes, rivers and sounds” in the vicinity of Hudson's Straits “that are not already actually pos sessed by or granted to any of our subjects or possessed by the subjects of any . other “Christian Princes or States.” Subsequent legislation confirmed them in the posses sion of territory “into which they shall find entrance or passage by water or land out of the territories, ljmits and places aforesaid.’’ The charter was broad enough to enable these truly styled “Adventurers” to spread themselves over an immense ter ritory, extending beyond the limits of what is now the Dominion of Canada, especially in the West. The great company managed this tremendous heritage, officially known as Rupert’s Land, with consummate skill. It maintained British Rights against inroads of all kinds with general success. The landed rights of the company, with certain reservations, were bought by the Dominion of Canada at the time of the first administration of Sir John A. Macdonald, the Company being paid 300,000 pounds, and retaining the land around its trading posts and one-twentieth of the land in the fertile belt. Some of this land has been sold to settlers, but considerable is still held by the company. The company also surrendered its trading monopoly.—Sel. Bungalows in India For the small home no type of building makes a wider appeal than the bungalow. The word has been widely used to describe the productions of the “home builder and the real estate operator,” buildings so apall ing that we are apt to forget that the bun galow is properly a very unusual and in teresting type of structure and one pecu liarly illustrative of the close relation be tween climate and architecture, writes Austin D. Jenkins, in the House Beautiful. “Bungalow” is the Hindostani word for house, Anglicized to indicate the typical European dwelling in India, usually a one storied house with veranda and projecting roof. The chief purpose of the Indian dwelling is to keep out the heat and the tropical rains. The typical native bungalow and its Eng lish derivative are in arrangement much alike. The walls are of heavy masonry. Both doors and windows are very large, and open on to verandas which keep out the direct rays of the sun and protect the in ner rooms from the glare of tropical mid day. The rooms are arranged in suites, and every possible cross draft is made the most of. Sometimes the roof is of tile, but more frequently of moize thatch, woven on a bamboo frame, and of great thickness. The eyes project far beyond the wall line. —Selected Discovery in Seaweed Something has been heard lately of the value of seaweed for food. It can also be used, we now learn, says a writer in the Manchester Guardian, as a substitute for cotton. An account of this new textile was given recently by K. Hamada, vice president of the Japanese Federation of Marine Industrial associations. __ The raw material may be obtained from two kinds of seaweed, called in Japanese segumo and gomoguma. These are boiled together in water with wood ashes, and then in water mixed with rice bran. After bleaching, fiber* are extracted which can be utilized for manufacturing purposes. The announcement of this discovery has awakened no little interest on the Pacific coast of America, where the supply of sea weed is almost inexhaustable. It is along that coast, too, that some of the investiga tions were carried out a few years ago by Japanese scientists, whose explanation that their visit had as its. object the study of seaweed was received with considerable skepticism.—Selected. Deep-Sea Fisheries Pishes occur in the greatest depths of the ocean, but are always very much changed in form and structure, and quite unlike shallow water fish. The depth of the ocean ranges from 4,000 fms. (fathoms), to 5,000 fms. (30,000 feet) Is is said that the Atlantic Ocean is deepest near the West Indies, 4,666 fms; but in the South Pacific, there are three places ovei 5,000 fms. in depth, and in the Northwest Pacific, four places, of which one near Japan, is 5,348 fms.— the greatest depth known. Sea worms are probably the animals which live in greater depths than any other ibarine creatures; but between 300 and 400 kinds of fish have been described from the deep-sea, living in from 100 fms. to 4,000 fms (about four miles). Deep-sea fishes include representatives of the skate, dogfish or small shark, cod, smelt, skulpin, goosefish or angler, and even some members of the salmon family. Deep-sea fishes are often quite black in col or, though some are red and others violet, and some silvery. They may possess large eyes, or be almost blind, and often have filaments or feeling organs, while the mouth, jaws and teeth, and stomach, are often enlarged, and one or two deep-sea fishes can so enlarge their digestive capac ity as to swallow fish as big as themselves. Many of them are luminous, or give light. A Doctor Schmidt, of Petrograd, described a Japanese shark a foot long, of which he made a drawing by the light which it gave out, for all its undersurface was brightly luminous. Usually the lamp organs, or luminous spots, are like silvery disks, on the sides or the head; but sir John Murry claimed that luminous fish are not found deeper than 400 fms. They exude much slime or mucous, and the bones are very light and brittle, and as they are sub jected to enormous pressure, no less than six tons on each square inch, at great depths, they often expand like a balloon when brought to the surface of the sea, and many even burst. Most of them are good to eat, but watery without flavor. In shape, they are often most grotesque and have been described by many authorities as a group of bizarre fishes. The famous British warship, the “Chal lenger, ” made the first discoveries respect ing these deep-sea fishes, but the United States has added greatly to our knowledge by the deep-sea investigations o< the Fish ery Bureau’s steamer, the “Albatross,” which has made a great number of captures of fish at greater depths than a mile.—Sel. Half in U. S. Ships With the consent of the Navy depart ment, the office of Vice Admiral Gleaves, commander of the cruiser and transport force, made public figures showing exactly the proportionate share of troops conveyed to France in American vessels. Of the en tire army of £,079,880 men taken over, the statistics show, 46% per cent were carried in American ships, 48% in British and the balance in French and Italian vessels. Of the total strength of the naval escort guarding all these convoys, the United States furnished 82% per cent. Great Brit ain 14| per cent and France 3J per cent. It was felt that these official figures should be made public owing to the dis crepancies in the statements of many pub lic speakers as to the relative share taken bj the different naval forces in enabling Amer ican troops to reach the battle line in suf ficient force to turn the tide against Ger many.—Ex. Lions Down With Glanders Glanders is an ailment usually associated with cattle, but an outbreak of this disease among the lions and tigers of the Rome Zoological Garden is reported in the An nall d’lgine. The disease is known to have been transmitted from horses to lions, tigers and leopards, and the domestic cat was shown susceptible by laboratory inoc ulation. Cell Changes Corrected December 16. B to B Ato A Atoß B to A Bto H A 142 PirD* 427-A H to B 451-B Bto 3d 60- A 139 57-A 474 321-A 486 " 225-A Bto B 480 Ato D 456 4*4 Ato 3d 317 F to A •Inmates released during week. POET-TREE Leaves From Out Poets. When Private Mugrums Par- Lay Voos I can count my francs an’ santeems — If I’ve got a basket near- An’ I speak a wicked '(bon jour,” But the verbs are awful queer, An’ I lose a lot o’ pronouns When I try to talk to you, For your eyes are so bewitchin’ I forget to parlay voo. In your pretty little garden, With the bench beside the wall, An* the sunshine on the asters, tAn’ the purple phlox so tall, I would like to whifper secrets But ray language goes askew— With the second person plural For the more familiar “too.” In your pretty little garden, I could always say “juh tame,” But itain’s so very sudtle, An’ it ain’t not quite the same As “You’ve got some dandy earrings,” Or “Your eyes are nice an’ brown—” But my adjectives get manly Right before a lady noun. Those infinitives perplex me; I can say you’re “tray jolee,” But beyond that simple statement All my tenses don’t agree. I can make the Boche “comprenney” When I meet ’em in a trench, But the softer things escape me When I try to yap in French. In your pretty little garden Darn the idioms that dance On your tongue so sweet and rapid. Ah, they hold me in a trance. Though I stutter an’ I stammer, In your garden, on the bench. Yet my heart is writin’ poems When I talk to you in French, — Pvt. Charles Divine , in Stars and Stripes. Long, Long Thoughts Metamorphosis Somewhere on the ocean is The boy who brought our groceries Before the war began. His name is Willie, and he took The orders daily from the cook, And wrote them in his little book, And carried off the can In which we kept our kerosene, He wasn’t very neat and clean. But now so neat and clean he is, The boy who brought our groceries. And stands so straight, You’d never know him for the same Stoop-shouldered, careless boy who came And often got a lot of blame For bringing things so late. He wa3 so shiftless, goodness knows If he had ever brushed his clothes! But now a soldier man he is, The boy who brought our groceries, And gone to shoot a Hun. Sunday he called on Cook, to say Good-bye before he went away; And Pop shook hands with him that day As proud as anyone. He is so soldierly and trim, We all are proud of knowing him. —Atlantic Monthly. It’s Up To You! When the boys come marching home again, Back to those who wait, Will you surrender their positions Or will you hesitate? Will you step aside—give them their place? Or let them start anew? They who won the battle! They who did so much for you! What’ll you do? It’s up to you! Will you smile and say “It’s yours old chap, I’ve just been filling your place!” Or will you say “The job is mine! Start over at the base!” Would your heart beat just as lightly, Would your conscience be easy, too, If you made him start all over When he did so much for you? What’ll you do? It’s up to you! Tho' your pay envelope's fat and pudg And a beginner's is quite slim, Would you feel you earned the fat one If you took it from Jack or Jim? They fought and won the battle; They have their stripes of gold; Will they have a beginner’s envelope— Or the pudgy one of old?~ What’ll you do? It’s up to you! —Phyllis Jane Allen. A Blinded “Poilu” To His Nurse I knew you only by your tears . . . I felt them falling on my face. I had wakened on a hush of dark. And lay 1 knew not in what place. O lady, not a dream was mine! Despair had told the truth to me, And I was fearful of life’s call, And bitter with my destiny. But the warm touches of your soul Guided me to the darkened years. Sweet reconciler of my days, I knew you only by your tears. —Agnes Lee. tittpap*! program Sunday, December 15 The following is the program rendered in the Auditorium, Reverend Father Barry officiating. March— Connecticut Orchestra Hymn—Rock of Ages Congregation Scripture Father Barry Vocal Solo—God Be with Our Boys Tonight Member of Choir Prayer — Father Barry Gospel Reading Father Barry Sermon Father Barry Hymn—The Banner of the Cross Congregation March—Dixie Queen Orchestra R. J. Reich kit zer. Musical Director. Population Monday, December 16 Number of Inmates at Prison .... 832 Number in First Grade 708 Number in Second Grade 11l Number in Third Grade 13 Received During Week 4 Discharged 5 Paroled 2 Last Serial Number 5984 I HUMOR I E~~ - ■ . , / Edith—l’ll back out and let you marry the wretch. Marie—Why do you do that? Edith—He proposed to both of us and 1 want to see him punished. He—Miss Wiles dropped me a line yes terday. She—Lookout! That girl is trying to hook you. Stella—An offiicer has t 6 know how to handle men. Bella —Huh! I know how to do that myself. Belle—Was that your brother I saw you with yesterday? Beulah—Yes; don’t you think we look alike? Belle—Not a particle. Say, he’s pretty good looking, isn’t he. “Stand up! The orchestra is playing ‘The Star Spangled Banner.’ ” “I can’t, I have a sore foot.” “Better stand up. A fellow offered that excuse the other day and it wasn’t long be fore he had a sore head.” Teacher in French school —Marie, what is the national air of La Patrie? Little Marie—“La Marseillaise.” Teacher—Good! Now, the national air of England? Little Marie —“God Save the King.” Teacher—Very good, mon enfant! Now the national air of the United States? Little Marie—Certainement! ItV“Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here.” “Corporal Daisy Carruthers, why did you not inform Private Hilda Clarkson that I wanted her?” “Oh—we’re not on speaking terms just now!” Jack —You can’t judge a man by the way he dresses^ Edith —Oh, I don’t know. I can tell a gentleman by his get-up —in the crowded street car. “1 hear Madge is engaged to a man who manufactures artifical optics.” “Is that so? Well, I guess she can give him a few points when it comes io making those goo-goo eyes.” Her Husband—Seats in the Stock Ex change cost thousands of dollars. Prima Donna—My! but I’d like to sing in that house. A woman lost her little curly poodle and called on the police to find it. The next day one of the force came with the dog very wet and dirty. The lady was overjoyed, and asked a number of foolish questions, among others: “Where did you find my dear darling?” “Why, ma’am,” said the officer, “a fellow had him on a pole, and was washing windows with him." “I see where a man was arrested for swearing in German.” “It served him right.” “What is your opinion of German, any how?” “I don t know of any other language better adapted to showing that a person has a bad disposition and is extremely hard to get along with.” She—Will you love me as much in De cember as you do in Jtine? He-More darling. There’s one more day in December. 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. ScLuvur Deputy Warden.