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Board of Control O. J. Swends6n, St. James Ralph W. Wheelock, . . . Minneapolis Caroline M. Crosby Minneapolis Blanche L. LaDu, . . . Minneapolis P. A. Hilbert, M. D Melrose Downer Mullen, Secretary Board of Parole C. J. Swends6n, .... Chairman J. J. Sullivan, . . . Sec’y for Prison H. C. Swearingen Resident Officials J. J. Sullivan Warden P. T. Piculell Deputy Warden Geo. J. Welch Asst. Deputy L. F. Utecht Asst. Deputy J. A. Humphreys -Steward G. A. Newman Physician F. A. Whittier State Parole Agent T. E. Nelson Dentist C. W. Catlin Supt. of Printing Mrs, Lillian Ryan-L. -Matron C. E. Benson- - Protestant Chaplain Chas. Corcoran —Catholic Chaplain MOTION PICTURE SHOW The weekly motion show was a five reel Pathe drama, with Frank Keenan in “Brothers Divided.” Following is the musical program: March —The Convoy Prell Overture —William Tell Rossini Idyl—'The Glad Girl Lampe Characteristic Intermezzo —Dardanella Black (By request) Selection —Irene Tierney Song Number —My Mother’s Evening Prayer Green Novelty Number—Yankee Oodle — Alford Descriptive—The Flying Ace— Zamecnik Exit March—Hall of Fame A then R. J. Reich kitzer, Musical Director. “DOLLAR-A-WEEK-CLUB.” SJOIN the club now. It is the most universal organization in the United States, having members from Main to California. Put your feeble dollars to work and watch them grow strong, hus tle for the $25 Treasury Savings Certifi cate. If you are a member now, keep in good standing by investing a dollar a week. Our inmate members haye made a splendid showing in the past —keep it up, and reap the benefits. Table showing how a Treasury Sav ings Certificate, series of 1921, War-Sav ings Certificate Issue, in denomination of $25, increases in value: Month 1921 1922 1923 1924 1925 August $20.95 $21.55 $22.15 $22.75 $23.35 Sept— 21.00 21.60 22.20 22.80 23.40 Oct 21.05 21.65 22.25 22.85 23.45 Nov— 21.10 21.70 22.30 22.90 23.50 Dec— 21.15 21.75 22.35 22.95 23.55 January Ist, 1926, $25.00 The men who are adapting war-time inventions to the purposes of peace are at work in many fields. The camouflage de partment of the navy plans to lessen the the danger of collision at sea by painting ships in a way that will make it easier to tell their true courses and that will in crease their visibility. Microphones and geophones, which used to reveal the whereabouts of German guns, will help to find imprisoned miners. Successful ex periments indicate that before long the radiophone, which enabled men on the ground to communicate with men in aero planes, will be found in the front yards of country houses. Poison gases are being used in fighting insect pests. — Ex. INMATES ATTENTION I Inmates are hereby cautioned not to use the margins of The Mirror for addresses of friends or other written matter. If you wish The Mirror sent to your friends, you are required to send in their ad dresses to the Deputy Warden’s Office through your officer. In this way it will be attended to. F. T. Piculell, Deputy Warden. BASEBALL Donahue, who pitched for the Stillwater All Stars, last Saturday, held the local swatters at bay, while his teammates pounded out a vistory of 22 to 7, in a seven inning game. He was given ex cellent support which enabled him to keep the ten hits he allowed pretty well scat tered. Thom, who opened up the mound work s for the locals, lost control when his sup port wabbled and after it had blown up entirely in the second round he was taken from the box and relieved by San, who seemed to fare no better than his predeces sor. Wol pitched the last two innings of the game and as he had no support at all, his opponents were allowed to run the bases at will. Several hits were charged to the local pitchers when they really should have been classed as fielding errors. The book of rules states that when a fielder fails to make any effort to field a thrown or batted ball, he shall be charged with an error. Several such instances as this occurred in Saturday’s game and especially so in batted balls. Each and every time the fielder was eliminated from an error and the pitcher charged with a hit. Hereafter such errors will be credited to the fielder who is responsible. Saturday’s fiasco was a humiliating defeat for the locals and a hard one to understand by the fans, and especially so, by its coming at a time when the locals are at their best. As the box score gives a complete record of the game, we pass it on to the readers to digest. Visitors ab bh po a e Donahue, p 5 4 3 12 0 Hoy, 2b 5 4 4 2 2 0 Mister, lb 2 0 0 1 0 1 Berger, 3b and lb 5 4 3 9 0 0 Pominville, ss 4 3 2 3 3 0 Dreschler, If 5 1 0 0 0 0 McGarry, cf * 4 12 0 10 Huelsmann, H., c 4 3 3 3 4 0 Eastman, rf 5 2 3 0 1 1 Huelsmann, L., 3b 4 2 2 2 1 0 Totals 44 24 22 21 14 2 M. S. P. AB BH R PO A E Mye, ss 4 1110 1 Bur, If and lb 2 2 2 5 0 0 O’N, 2b 3 10 4 13 Hie, lb 10 0 10 0 Bon, cf 4 2 12 10 Loh, c and If 4 116 11 Wes, 3b 4 1 0 0 0 0 Sher, rf, If and c 4 2 10 11 Thom, p 0 0 0 0 1 0 San, p 2 0 112 0 Wol, p 0 0 0 1 0 1 Geis, rf 1 0-0 0 0 0 Iver, rf 1 0 0 0 0 0 Totals 30 10 7 21 7 7 Visitors > 1 5 2 3 3 3 5—22 M. S. P. 0 2 2 2 0 1 o—7 Games won, 9. Lost, 5. Percentage, .643. Summary—Home runs—L. Huelsmann. Three base hits —Berger, Bur. Two base hits—Donahue, Berger, H. Huelsmann, Bur, Loh, Shec. , Sjolen bases —Hoy, 2, Donahue, H. Huelsmann, c liastman, Bon. Left on bases—Vistiors, 6; M.S.P., 6. First base on errors—Vistors, 5; M.S.P., 1. Earned runs—Visitors, 13; M.S.P., 5. Hits off Donahue, 10; off Thom, 6, in one and two-thirds innings; off San, 10, in three and one-third innings; off Wol, 8, in two innings. Strikeouts by Donahue, 3 ; by Thom, 3; by San, 2. Passed on balls —by Donahue, 5; by Thom, 2; by San, 1. Wild pitches by Donahue, 2; by San, 4. Batsman hit by pitcher Thom, Berger; by pitcher San, McGarry. Passed balls by catcher Loh, 3. Umpires, Mr. J. Peulen and Mr. J. H. H. J. R. S. The shah of Persia possesses perhaps the most valuable 'pipe in the world. It is the Persian official pipe, and is smoked only on state occasions. It is set with rubies and diamonds and is valued at $500,000. — Ex. IT’S TIME TO STOP Sometimes, perhaps, when you’re feeling blue As by-gone days are confronting you When you’re gloomy and sad and your spirit is low And your mind is wondering to and fro When the trees and flowers and birds and their song Seem all out of place and utterly wrong When man and beast you’re trying to shun And you hide yourself at the sight of the sun When the things you once thought were worth while to do Seem trival and base and even untrue When glorious nature seems empty and prone And all your ambitions have vanished and gone It’s time to stop! And open your eyes and grit your teeth And blame your condition on the cold or the heath Or anything else which comes to your mind Then sharply look forward—forget what’s behind Don’t bid the unwelcome visitor “stay” . Who clogs your brain and spoils your day Who robs you of such which is justly your due Your right to live —if only you knew How unselfish nature with arms open wide Bids you a welcome to stop and abide And share in her gifts of joy, not of sor row * By exchanging the past with the thoughts of tomorrow. —By M. W. THE OLD BOG LANE When the golden sun is setting, an’ the - twilight hour at hand, And in waves of magic beauty phantom night enfolds the land, Then I let my thoughts go drifting far beyond the Western main, And in dreams again I wander down the Old Bog Lane. Once again a barefoot “gosoon” by the hawthorn hedge I stray, Or I’m romping through the meadows amid* the new-mown hay; An’ I’m list’ning as in old times, to the softly-falling rain, An’ I hear the cuckoos calling, down the Old Bog Lane. I can hear Bundoran Convent tolling out the mid-day bell; « Hear the feathered songsters warbling in the primrose-scented dell; Hear my colleen shyly whisper, as she promised me again That she’d always be my sweetheart by the Old Bog Lane. "■ ( So I’m leaving here tomorrow, something’s luring me away; There’s a tugging at my heart-strings an’ a call I must obey; So Im goin’ back to Irelan’ where in sun shine or in rain I’ll find lovin’ hearts to greet me near the Old Bog Lane. —Francis O’Neary THE PRAIRIES I love the prairies broad and free, For there I know and there I feel My heart is not a thing of steel. Lost in this tawny, fragrant sea I breathe and hear that minstrelsy Which Nature’s vibrant chords reveal, And Nature’s tuneful songs appeal To all that’s best and good in me. The stars, the clouds, the azure skies And viewless vastness all combine To broaden life; my spirit flies Beyond the world’s low level line Till, lost, forgetful of life’s sighs, It dwells in miraged realms divine. —William Lawrence Chittenden THE TOWN OF YAWN My friend, have you heard of the town of Yawn, On the banks of the River Slow, Where blooms the Wait-awhile flower fair And the Some-time-or-other scents the air. And the soft Go-easys grow? It lies in the Valley of What’s-the-use, In the Province of Let-her-slide; That old “tired feeling” is native there, It’s the home of the listless I-don’t care, Where the Put-it-off’s abide. • —Selected CHAPEL PROGRAM The following service was rendered in the chapel Sunday morning, August 21, Rev. Father Barry officiating. March—Stand By Orchestra Tone Poem—Glowing Embers Orchestra Hymn—Brightly Gleams our Banner Congregation Scripture Reading Chaplain Romance—Supplication Orchestra Prayer Chaplain Gospel Reading Chaplain Sermon Chaplain Hymn—Pass Me Not Congregation March—Chicago Tribune Orchestra R. J. Reichkitzer, Musical Director. KOMIC KLIPS Mr. Barton lived in a suburban town. His wife asked him to purchase a shirt waist for her while in New York. After telling the salesgirl what he was after, she displayed some. What color do you prefer?” she said. “It doesn’t make any difference,” replied Mr. Barton. “Doesn’t make any difference!” ex claimed the salesgirl. “Why, don’t you think your wife would like a certain color ?” “No, it makes no difference what color I get or what size. I shall have to come back to-morrow anyway to have it changed.” A Red Cross Public Health nurse in a southern town has found the latest novelty in names for babies. She was weighing a little black youngster. “What do you call your baby,” she asked the grinning young mother. “Weathah-strips,” replied the parent. “Weather-strips,” exclaimed the nurse. “What’s the idea, Mandy? “We done named her Weathah-strips ’cause she kept her papa outa de draft.” Aviator (home from the war on Jeave) —And then when you are up pretty high —three or four miles, say—and you look down, it is stupendous, awful. A great height is a fearful thing, I can tell you. Lady (feelingly)—Yes, I can sympathize with you, poor boy. I feel just that way myself when I’m top of a stepladder. POPULATION Corrected August 23, 1921. Number of inmates at prison 804 Number in first grade 595 Number in second grade 191 Number in thrd grade 18 Received during week 4 Discharged 2 Paroled 1 Last serial number 6792* CELL CHANGES Corrected August 23, 1921. Ato A 218-345 Ato H 389 87- 73 B to B 2-247 49- 81 506-512 402-414 273- 2 285-344 Hto B 471 86-109 Por D—(A)—344 81-377 38 A to 3d 392 (B)—103 INMATES ATTENTION! Hereafter inmates are not permit ted to receive wearing apparel of any description from friends or relatives. Inmates buying socks, under we*ar\ nightshirts, handkerchiefs, etc. should send them to the Laundry and have their number marked on them before using. Write your name, register number and cell number on a slip of paper, attach to articles and give to cell hall Captain.