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» 1 Board of Control Ralph W. Wheelock, - - Minneapolis C. E. 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 K. W. Scott, Sec’y for Reformatory Resident Officials C. S. Reed Warden J. J. Sullivan Deputy Warden J. Backhand Ist Asst. Deputy F. T. Piculell.. ..2nd Asst. Deputy J. A. Humphreys Steward G. A. Newman j'l 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 M. S. P. Service Flag' I ... I I. . I I***l it* * * II I** V I II ’* * * 1 Anderson, Oscar Kiltv, C. R. Bernstein, M. Kienholz, Willard Carlson, Hugo Mackintosh, W. P Elfstrom. W. B. Miller. George Elfstrom, R. L. Nelson, Walter Fitz Gerald, J. C. Parker, Donald Haefaer, J. R. Ryan, J. A. Hood, B. F. Stanek, Thomas Hurley, George B. Smith, J. V Johnson, Clarence Zabel, Oscar [mirrorettes] IB ■ ■ ■ —■ —Monday it snowed! In Minnesota in the winter time it would seem to be an un necessary waste of space to chronicle such an everyday occurrence; but this winter to have a fall of the "beautiful” has become such a rarity that the phenomenon ought to be celebrated as a holiday. —There is apt to be a bitter taste in a man's mouth after he is forced to eat his own words. —Some of us inmates are envying the good fortune of the overtime boys in the twine factory. According to conversations over heard last Saturday morning most of them will soon be near-millionaires. —Some men are afflicted with spring fever all the year around. —Come again, Mr. Steward. That smok ing tobacco received last Sunday certainly lives up to its name—" Harmony.” While "harmony” means a concord of different sounds of different pitch, we can well apply the word to the definition of our sensations as we lay back and smoked the most de licious pipe of tobacco it has ever been our pleasure to indulge in since residing in the institution. —A woman is a great deal better than her neighbor, and, what’s more, she knows it. —Love is a serious matter the first time a young man bumps into it. —The moving picture show on Wash ington’s Birthday consisted of a Lasky pro duction featuring George Beban in "One More American,” and a Mack Sennett comedy, "A Bed Room Blunder.” Except ing the marches preceding the show and at its conclusion there was no musical pro gram. —The masculine idea of an intellectual woman* is one who is as thin as a match and wears glasses. —Marie Doro in "Castles for Two,” a five-reel Lasky release, was the "movie” entertainment Wednesday evenirfg, Febru ary 19. The musical feature of the show was splendid. The orchestra played excel lently and is to be commended for its choice of selections an<i the delightful manner in which they were rendered. Following is the program: March —The Naval Commander Clement Overture —The Wedding Ring Barnard Fox Trot —I’ll Say She Does (Al Jolson’s ; hit in Sinbad at New York Winter Garden) Jolson Waltz—Tesoro Mio 1 Becucci Selection —The Isle of My Dreams (from Chauncey .Olcott’s new play) Ball Rag-Intermezzo—The Bantam Strut, Morse Andante—Nocturne (F. Chopin in Op. 9, No. 2) Chopin March—T. M. A. Clark R. J. Reichkitzer, Director. Inmates Attention! Inmates will observe the following rales 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. -4 1 * a , POETRY Selected A Birthday She’s six today! She climbed my knee and twined her arms about me, so, And whispered to me joyously: “I bet you, dad, that you don’t know What day this is!” I feigned to think, though well I knew what she would say, And shammed surprise when she exclaimed: “I’m growing up—l’m six today!” What when the years come on, that holds a man and makes his heart To soften toward a little child and makes the tears so quick to srart? I had not noticed it before! I did not think until today! Her playroom’s strangely silent now, her paper dollies laid away! The little finger marks we loved are gone from off the window sill— Beneath the blossomed apple tree the swing 1 made is strangely still, And silence hovers ’round the house, un broken by her childish glee— She’s six today, and growing up! No more a little babe to me! You’re six today! Come, kiss your dad and hug him, too, you little elf, £nd romp with him and play with him, nor ask him why he’s not himself! Just follow him where’er he goes, and let him take your little hand — Don’t ask him what he’s thinking of —you wouldn’t know or understand! Let’s go together down the lane, a-romping in your child-heart way We cannot play like this for long! growing up—you’re six today! —John D. Wells Blizzard in the Country Sifting, sheeting, lifting, fleeting, Drives the fury of the snow, Swirling, flying, whirling, dying, Tossed in madness to and fro. Pigmy drifts upon the ashes, Molehill mountains by the door, Tiny scallops, fairy splashes, Sprayed upon the kitchen floor. Chill and moaning, shrill and groaning, Rattling wind through clacking trees, Grumbling.growling, mumbling, howling Now declining to a wheeze. Hear it mutter through the shutter, Slide across.the window pane! Now ’tis tapping, drummirfg, rapping Like a blind man’s groping cane. Sifting, sheeting, lifting, fleeting, Stifling, smother, wind and snow; Swirling, flying, whirling, dying, Tossed in madness to and fro. —Martha B. Thomas The Mystery Year after year The leaf and the shoot; The babe and the nestling, The worm at the root; The bride at the altar, The corpse on the bier — The earth and its story, Year after year. Whither are tending, And whence do they rise, The cycles of changes, The worlds in their skies, The seasons that rolled Ere I flashed from the gloom And will roll on as now When I’m dust in the tomb? — Geo. Francis Armstrong Home How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays. That sun surveys a lovely scene From softly smiling skies; And wildly through unnumbered trees Tbe wind of winter sighs: Now loud, it thunders o’er my head, And now in distance dies. But give me back my barren hills. Where colder breezes rise; Where scarce the scattered, stunted trees Can yield an answering swell, But where a wilderness of heath Returns the sound as well. For yonder garden, fair and wide. With groves of evergreen, Long winding walks, and borders trim, And velvet lawns between— Restore to me that little spot, With grey walls compassed round, Where knotted grass neglected lies, * And weeds usurp the ground. —Anna Bronte Symbols Over the tall white picket fence That keeps the garden all for me The rose vine’s flowering is dense And deeper red than blood can be. I stood this morning, looking down From my window and saw a line Of men pass by in dusty brown Beyond the crimson of the vine. . The vine is heavier today And redder from a fresh light rain, But now I think I shall not say That roses are like blood again. — Oeo. O'Neil, in Reedy's Mirror The Animal That Eats His Bedroom The muskrat lives in the brown bog, hid ing carefully in the daytime and coming out at night to seek food or to build hia lit tle house. In winter his house is cozy, for he builds it with a passage that enters be neath the ice of the pond on the border of which he lives. The bitter wind, therefore, cannot reach him. If he is hungry he can swim under the ice and find pond lily roots and other sweet food. Maybe he does not need even to wet his fur, for he builds his house of these very toots and of rushes and grasses, so that all he needs to do when hungry is to turn over and eat his bedroom door. . Muskrats are sociable creatures. When they live together, one will warn another of approaching danger. They attract atten tion by flapping the water with their tails as they dive out of sight. Alligators like muskrat flesh and eat it when they can get it. The little animal has other enemies; the worst of them, being the mink; for the mink can follow the muskrat into its home. Worst of all for all muskrats, however, is a severe winter following a dry fail, because then the ponds freeze solid, and the little fellows are either forced out to become the victim of enemies, or are shut out by the ice and die of starvation. —Selected Sir Isaac Newton Sir Isaac Newton, English natural* phil osopher, was born at Woolsthorpe, Lin colnshire, in 1641. In 1665 he invented the binomial theorem, the method of tan gents, and the fluxional calculus. The story seems to be authentic that the fall of an apple in the garden of Woolsthorpe late in 1665 started the train of thought which led to the discovery of universal gravitation. He certainly then deducted the rule of in verse squares. His works on natural science are numerous and have formed the basis of a great deal of recent inquiry. He showed the attractive principle in the solar system, and demons)rated the subjection to it of comets. In his optical researches he re solved white light into its component parts or colors. —Selected The Origin of Arches One of the unknown benefactors of the human race is the inventor of the arch. It is not found in Assyria or Egypt or any of the earliei forms of architecture. The Sar acen is credited with it, owing entirely to examples of Moorish art in Spain and Northern Africa; he is said to have got the idea from his horse’s hoof. But the Sara cenic arch is a re-entering one, and there fore, architectually, unpleasing to the eye. The best examples are those of the Gate of the Sun, at Toledo, Spain, the hundred arches in the great Cordovan mosque, and, if memory runs true, the great horseshoe archway in the Mosque of Sultan Hassan, at Cairo. Rome was the first to use the arch in a large way. About this there cannot be any dispute. Before the Christian era the Ro mans built triumphal arches. Later they multiplied them. The Romans, taken by and large, were tbe most progressive people this earth has known. Solomou’s temple did not get beyond the lintel-stone age; so with the doors of Priam’s Palace at Troy (as proved by Schliemann); and every one of the hundred gates of Egyptian Thebes had itsdoorcap—not its arch,and even Baby lon and Greece, knew not the arch. Not only were the Romans the first suc cessful bridge builders, but they were the first masters of practical architecture, they found the arch inevitable. Having used it for their aqueducts and underground water ways—-as all know who have been to Pom peii and Rome—they turned it to sentiment al use in building memorials to their gener als returning triumphantly from successful conquest. — Sel. How Finns Keep Warm In many ways the Finns are a very queer people, as is illustrated by the Christ ian Herald. It is during the terribly cold months that the Finns revel in the mighty ovens that fill one corner of every kitchen and often loom up large and vastly impressive to the other rooms of a Finn home as well. The tops of these monster stoves are perfectly flat, and steps lead up on one side. When the weather becomes bitterly cold and bleak, the entire family will take quilts and pillows and, mounting to the top of the big heater, spread down their bedding and sleep very comfortably and contentedly on the hard, hot bricks until morning. Took No Chance on Ghosts There was a colored labor outfit in the S. O. S. engaged in quarry work near a base port. A few weeks ago, in the course of opening up some new ground, they dis covered an old Roman burying ground with many skeletons, coins and relics. The find made quite an impression on the minds of the finders, and there were many specu lations as to whether the shades of the de parted legionaries still hovered around in the vicinity of their last resting place. The general opinion was that a man ought to be on his guard when out late at night. About that time the sum of 60 francs disappeared from the counter' of a nearby Y. M. C. A. hut. The captain of this out fit doesn’t know a great deal about class room psychology, but he has learned a lot about it in the field. He called his outfit together one night in the Y hut and told them of the disappearance of the money. Then he outlined the history and character istics of the old Romans. "Boys,” he said, "there was one thing a Roman hated wotst than any-thing else, and that was a thief. If the ghosts of those old fellows buried up there on the hill should learn that somebody in this outfit had 60 francs in his pocket, I don’t know just what would happen. I’m going to put my hat here on the table and turn out the lights. The guilty man will know what to do.” There was quite a shuffling of feet and milling around in the hut, and then all was quiet. When the captain turned on the lights again and looked in the hat he found not only the 60 francs, but 300 more, and a few odd centimes for good measures. —Stars and Stripes “City of Gotham” "City of Gotham” is a nickname of for eign origin with no particular applicablity. Gotham is the name of an ancient village in England, whose inhabitants, according to tradition, once escaped a burdensome duty about to be put upon them by feigning stupidity. This smart trick in pretending to be fools gave rise to the expression "the wise men of Gotham” and the story of "the three wise men of Gotham who went to sea in a bowl.” The name was first ap plied to New York city in a humorous magazine called'"Salmagundi,” started in 1807 by Washington Irving and two or three others, in which they made fun of the pretentions of some of the "wise men of Gotham,” meaning the New York of that day. The magazine was read, the fun-mak ing approved, and 'the nickname became permanent.— Sel. Chinese Printing and Engraving' The Chinese follow the primitive way of printing from engraved wooden blocks. The matter trf be printed is first written, by means of ink, upon paper, which is past ed face downward upon a block of a pear or plum tree. After the paper becomes dry it is rubbed until an inverted impression of the characters is left. Then the blank spaces are cut away and the block is turned over to the printer, who works by hand. He takes care'to ink the characters equally and to avoid tearing the impression Sel. Little Items —Chicago daily wastes $2,000 worth of milk bottles. —Of men who marry, ten are bachelors to one widower. ' —The first recorded use of butter is in the book of Genesis XVilh 8, when it was eaten by angels. Did you know that damask was named from Damascus, the city where it was first manufactured? —By treating them with certain gases a Frenchman has succeeded in keeping eggs fresh for ten months. —A mushroom gathered in Lincolnshire, Englanß, some years ago, measured a yard in circumference. —Lloyd George has a salary of $25,000 a year as first lord of the treasury, but is un paid for services as prime minister. —The most remarkable echo in the world is that on the north side of a church in Ship ley, Sussex, England. It repeats twenty one syllables. —The first white child born in America of English parents was Virginia Dare, granddaughter of John White, governor of the colony of Virginia under Sir Walter Raleigh. —The value in Canada of the money of the United Kingdom is fixed by law as fol lows: A sovereign or pound, equals $4.86; a crown $1.20; a half crown, 60 cents; a florin, 48 cents; a shilling, 24 cents; a six pence, 10 cents. —Everyone knows the doggerel: “Oh Absalom, oh Absalom, my son, my son, Hadjt thou but worn a periwig, thou hadst not been undone!’’ and there seems to be a general idea that Absalom, fleeing through a wood, was caught by his hair on a tree, and thus met his death. But the Bible doesn’t say a word about his hair being caught in the oak. It says, “Absalom rode upon a mule and the mule went under the of a great oak, and he was taken up between the heaven and the earth.” Evidently his chin was caught by a branch of the oak and the mule ran off and left him. Of course the world will jog on just the same, whether Absalom dangled by his hair or by his chin, but some folks like to split hairs. Wise and Otherwise —lt spoils a favor if you are asked to re- turn it. —Nothing boosts the value of a blessing like its temoval. 4 —The orator who deals largely in quota tions speaks volumes. —Sometimes a man avoids a lot of trouble by having a bad memory. —Only those who have plenty of gold ever get anything out of a silver wedding. —Make the truth your motto and your guide and you will be the gainer in the end. —A woman’s idea of a real party is one for which she feels it necessary to go to an expert to have her hair dressed. /■ POET-TREE /■ Leaves From Our Poets. The Boy in France Steeped in hot haste of the August after- noon The garden dreams in a many-splendored trance; The locusts drone a long, insistent tune; And the boy—the boy’s in France. Down the stone steps, the rose pink phloxes stand, Like delicate sculptures, through the breath less day, Brilliant yet shadowy, as the bright vague land; And the boy—the boy’s away. The dogs about the terrace listless lie, Waiting a springing step they used to know; We wait, we also—and the days crawl by; The boy—we miss him so. Green fields reach over hills to fields of gold; Far off the city shimmers, gay but wan; The radiant scene breathes loneliness un * - told; The boy—the boy is gone. Sudden his service flag’s impetuous story Flashes a bugle note across the flowers; Sudden the aching loss is pride and glory; He is in France —he’s ours! Lad of my heart! From all across *your land One thought wings to that land of old ro- mance; One proud America stretches a loving hand To the boy—the boy in France, —From Scribner's The New Victory Victory comes: Not hard and laughing as she came of yore, Her scarlet arms heaped high with spoils of war; Her slaves to beating drums. Low-bent and bearing gifts. . . . The black cloud lifts, And, lifting our long-weary eyes to see, There dawns upon our sight, Majestic, crowned with light, Stern and so quiet—she must keep her strength To build at weary length, Over again, our scarred and shattered world This, then, ah, this is she, Our graver Victory. She follows down the furrows War-turned across the world, Where still the spent shell burrows, Where the black shot was hurled, And sows the wheat and corn The world from anguish born Again from its own grief, Looks up, athirst And hungering, Daring to dream again Of flowers unhurt, and unstained rain And love and spring. Knowing that she shall build each place accurst Into a thing that may some day again Be our once land of comfort and delight, Of ease and mockery . . . Even forgetfulness: Even the gift to bless. Victory paces slowly through the lands: No lash in her hands, She builds herself no triumph-arch for cover. —Margaret Widdemer Lusitania (As the Americans charged with fixed bay onets at the Battle of Hamel they raised the cry "Lusitania.”) They charged, and high above the fight Pealed out their battle-cry: Above the thunder and the flame the echoes of that fateful name Were echoed from the sky. Their bayonets of flashing steel Grev; dark as foemen fell, Uncheckable they cut their path, and of the crimson aftermath Few, few were left to tell. And they who heard that cry ring out Shall hear it then again. And as its accents strike their ears, shall know, remultiplied, the fears Of little children slain, Aye, let it be your battle-call To consecrate the sword And bring to many a shell-swept field, slow but inexorably sealed, The vengeance of the Lord. —Maurice Morris The Champions (In Memoriam Lieutenants Malone, Agget, and Many others.) M Ennobled by the mightiness of Life That poured its valor in their eager souls, They turned from boyhood and the pleas ant goals Of sport and home and love to join the strife Of God and Chaos, following the fife And drum of sun-heimet Michael, who controls The cosmic war, and as the battle rolls, Leads the young Champions where death most is rife. Some lost their bodies, garments of the flesh, Yet they will grow anew, but now the rest, A glorious company, in realms of light; With joy they come, their spirits to enmesh Once more in dust, still plighted to the quest, To clear the world of all the brood of night. —Albert E. 8. Smythe <2Uptp?l Program Sunday, February 23 The following is the program rendered, in the Auditorium, Reverend Father Barry officiating. March—Siloam Commandery Orchestra *Hy mn —Salvation Congregation Scripture Father Barry Selection —Spring Flowers. Orchestra Prayer... Father Barry Gospel Reading Father Barry Sermon Father Barry Hvmn—Blessed Assurance Congregation March—The Ford Orchestra R. J. Reichkitzer. Musical Directm. population Monday, February 24 Number of Inmates at Prison 844 Number in First Grade ~...682 Number in Second Grade 143 Number in Third Grade 19 Received During Week 4 Discharged 8 Paroled . 3 Last Serial Number 6039 j KOMIC KLIPS I The old-fashioned liar who used to tell about the whoppers that got away after he had them hooked, now has a son who tells how many miles he is "getting on a gal lon.” An inspector was examining a very youth ful class of bovs, and among other subjects he requested the teacher to ask her pupils a few questions in Nature knowledge. De siring her class to do her honor, she decid ed upon a simple subject, "Chickens.” "Now, children, I want you to tell me something very wonderful about chickens.” "How they got out of their shells,” promptly responded one little fellow. "Well,” said the teacher, "that is of course, wonderful; but 1 mean something more wonderful still.” There was silence for a few seconds, then up spoke little Tommy. "Please, ma’am, it’s more wonderful how they got into their shells.” Passing through a military hospital, a distinguished visitor noticed a private in one of the Irish regiments who had been terribly injured. To the orderly, the visitor said: “That’s a bad case. What are you going to do with him?” "He’s going back, sir,” replied the or derly. "Going back!” said the visitor, in sur prised tones. "Yes,” said the orderly. "He thinks he knows who did it.” "What’s become of your chauffeur?” ."Oh he was with the regiment down in Texas and crawled under an army mule to see why it wouldn’t go.” Noah had just given the horse and the cow a drink. "Talk about floating watered stock!” he chuckled. This Arkaic humor made quite a hit in those days. The late Jack London, the well-known novelist, had two little girl friends—twins —of whom he was very fond. However, they looked so nearly alike that he could never tell them apart, Passing their house one morning, he saw one of them in the yard. He stopped and to her. "Now, let’s see —which one of the twins are you?” Ije asked. "I’m the one that's playin’ out in the yard,” she said gravely. Buy Thrift Stamps. New issue, cost $4.14 this month. Worth $5.00 in. 1924. Cell Changes Corrected February 24 Ato A B to B Ato B B to A Bto H 499-453 50-360 407-188 256.402 31-16 488 196 Hto B Bto 3d Ato 3d Per D* 75 A 259 188 A to H 463 402 166 74 434 H to A B to D 19 - B 372 510 407 428 A to D 82 102 t 469 F to A •Inmates released during week. ATTENTION! Inmates are hereby cautioned not to use the margins of The Mireor 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.'