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sota, as second-class mail matter.
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Thb Mibbob is a weekly paper published in
the Minnesota State Prison. It was founded
in 1887 by the prisoners and is edited and
managed by them. It aims to be a home news
paper; to encourage moral and intellectual im
provement among the prisoners; to acquaint
the public with the true status of the prisoner
to disseminate penological information and to
aid in dispelling that prejudice which has ever
been the bar sinister to a fallen man’s self
Each inmate is accorded the privilege of
■ending one paper home, or to friends free of
charge. To do this you should write your
own name and register number and the name
and address of the person you wish to send
the paper to, and hand same to your officer.
If you desire to send more than one paper,
each additional copy will be charged for at
the rate of 50 cents a year.
The paper delivered to your cell each week
must be Kept clean, and should be folded in
the same manner as you receive it, placing it
at the foott of your bed on the morning fol
lowing the day on which it is delivered to
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every Sunday morning, Protestant and Catho
lic service every alternate Sunday. Rev. C. E.
Benson and Rev. Fr. Corcoran, Chaplains.
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known, it should be so specified by said con
tributor. Should contributor fail to comply
with this nqudst he will henceforth be dropped
from Thb Mibbor's contributing staff.
Approved by W about. —Editor. •
He that can have patience, can have
what he will.— Franklin.
“In the case of the cabaret performer
the extenuating circumstances is that he
makes a living at it.”
The gem cannot be polished without
friction, nor man perfected without trials.
—Chinese Proverb.
Genius with out religion, is only a lamp
on the outer gate of the palace; it may
serve t# cast a gleam of light on those
that are without, while the inhabitant is
in darkness.— H. More.
Do you remember Lincoln’s story about
the little steamer with the big whistle?
Every time they tooted, the whistle blew
off so much steam that the boat stopped
running. That’s the way with lots of
people today. If they would only use
their energy to drive the paddle wheel of
opportunity instead of eternally blowing
the whistle of discontent'they would find
themselves going up thef stream of success
so danged fast that the barnacles of fail
ure wouldn’t have a chance in the world
to hook onto their little craft.— Ex.
Recent bulletins of the Lincoln High
way give the following figures: Length
of road from New York to San Francisco,
3,305 miles; of these 2,853 miles are im
proved; that in the last seven years $31,-
000,000 has been spent, and that approxi
mately $10,000,000 more will make the
road goc& from coast to coast. The com
pletion of this road will doubtless bring
about a passenger stage line from New
York to San Francisco, the stages running
on schedule, as do railroad and trolley
cars. If the stage line operated for tourist
travel is scheduled for 150 miles a day, it
would take twenty-two days to make the
journey; and if the schedule is 235 miles
a day, it would take two weeks to make
the journey, which would be quite a vaca
tion, also an education as to the size of
this country of ours, and its diversity of
scenery in a single east and west or west
to east continuous journey.— Ex.
To find fault does not require brains.
To appreciate requires a high degree of
intelligence. Any person can criticise, tear
down or destroy; but to build up requires
real constructive genius. Criticism is
cheap because it is so easily voiced. Con
structive advice is the priceless possession
of those few who have intelligence enough
and understanding enough to see an un
desirable condition, and remedy it. The
fault finder is a dealer in second handed
junk, he hasn’t a new idea, a live, virile,
constructive thought in his mental makeup.
He does not understand that by criticising
a particular condition, a place or person,
he is doing the easiest and most cowardly
thing in the tVorld. He hasn’t the pluck
or energy where it is most needed. When
you criticise a person you arouse his most
elementary impulse of self preservation:
you make him antagonistic to your views
and he arises against you with no desire
to remedy his condition. When you criti
cise a person without showing him where
he is wrong and how he can improve him
self, you are displaying your own egotistic
nature and lack of real intelligence. What
the world needs is a little less criticism
and more constructive, inspiring, uplifting
energy. We can all drag things down
into the mud if we want to but it takes a
real reformer to lift humanity out of the
gutter. If something is wrong remedy it;
don’t make it worse.— Selected.
Capt. Sam Brady was a member of a
fighting family which made history on the
Pennsylvania border during the Indian
wars after the Revolution. Captain'
Brady’s greatest exploit took place in
Ohio. He had been captured by the In
dians and carried to the Sandusky Towns,
headquarters for all the Ohio tribes, where
the savages prepared to burn him at the
He was stripped, bound to a post and
slow fires kindled around him, for the In
dians hated him so much that they wished
to torture him as long as possible. Brady
was a powerful man and he strained at
his fetters until they were loosened slight
ly. Then with a final effort he snapped
the last bond, leaped across the barrier of
fiame and, seizing a squaw, pitched her
into the fire.
Before the Indians could recover from
their surprise, the scout escaped from the
village and plunged into the woods, hotly
pursued by hundreds of savages. Finally
he came to the Cuyahoga river, near the
present site of Kent in Portage county.
At this place the river flowed between
steep, rocky banks, 22 feet across from
side to side. The scout was trapped.
There was no other place for miles up and
down the river where he could ford it.
The Indians were closing in on him and
his only chance of escape was to try to
leap across the chasm.
Brady could hear the savages yelling
in the woods only a short distance away
as he ran back toward them to get a good
start. Then turning, he sped for the brink
and putting all his failing strength into
a final spurt, he sprang for the opposite
cliff. His jump was a little short and he
struck the bank a few feet below the edge.
The Indians stopped in amazement, then
as the scout scrambled up over the edge,
they opened fire.
They wounded him in the leg, delaying
his flight, and in a short time were on his
heels again. He came to a lake and
plunged in. Stooping beneath the broad
pads of a water lily, he breathed through
a hollow reed while the savages hunted in
vain on the shores of the lake. They found
his bloody trail to the water’s edge and,
believing that he had drowned rather than
be captured again, gave up the chase.
Soon afterward Brady reached Fort Pitt
in safety. He had many more thrilling
adventures before his death on Christmas
day, 1795, but his 22-foot leap across the
Cuyahoga was tfie greatest of all.— Ex.
The only city in the United States boast
ing a sewer system in which all the
“pipes” were laid by Mother Nature is
Bowling Green, Ky. Although the pros
perous little municipality has a population
of 15,000 there is not a foot of man-made
sewer pipe in any of the streets or alleys.
The explanation is that the city is built
over a formation of oolitic white lime
stone which is a maze of connected crev
ices extending to a considerable depth be
low the surface; much the same formation
as that of the famous Mammoth cave just
30 miles distant. This limestone is said
to be composed of the fossilized eggs of
prehistoric marine animals. The “logs” of
oil wells drilled in the western Kentucky
fields show that limestone of one kind or
another is encountered as deep as drilling
has ever yet been carried.
. «
When a new residence is being built in
the Bowling Green region, a “sink finder”
is employed, who merely goes out in the
back yard and digs about in the red sur
face soil, which is seldom more than three
feet deep, until he locates a fissure. A
garden hose is then placed in the crevice,
and the water is allowed to run until it
is free from obstructions. It is then ap
proved by the city inspector, and the house
has perfect sewer connection. No city has
a more sanitary system. Chemists say the
sewage would be purified in a very short
distance by passing through the limestone.
Seepage never comes to the surface, the
explanation of geologists being that it flows
through these natural passageways in the
stone until it finally finds an outlet in the
river bed.
An interesting character is found in
“Uncle” Henry Jameson, an aged negro
who has specialized in locating fissures
and digging “sinks” for the past 25 years.
When asked just how many he had dug,
he laughed and said, “Lawdy, Boss, I
leckon I couldn’t count that many.” Uncle
Henry uses the divining rod, or “witch
stick,” as he calls it, in locating the fis
sures, and declares he would never dig
without first employing his forked peach
tree branch. The frequency with which
his attempts are successful is amazing.
Although Henry is 74 years of age, his
services in this capacity are in such de
mand that the builders will not let him
retire, and he has just signed a contract
to locate sinks for 25 new residences now
i nder construction in the city.
• It is fortunate for Bowling Green that
nature has provided this elaborate and
efficient scheme. When one considers that
the surface soil is not sufficiently deep in
many places to bury the sewer pipes, it is
obvious that the expense of digging
trenches in the usual way would be pro
First, a great bright square flashed on
the screen. Then came a hundred feet of
titles. The attention of the natives was
divided between the strange letters and
the rays of white light that passed above
their heads. They looked forward and up
and back toward me, jabbering all the
time. Then slowly out of nothing, a fami
liar form took shape on the screen. It
was Osa (Mrs. Johnson), standing with
bent head. The savages were silent with
amazement. Here was Osa sitting at
Nagapate’s side—and there she was on the
screen. The picture—Osa raised her head
hnd winked at them. Pandemonium broke
loose. “Osa-Osa-Osa-Osa,”, shouted the
savages. They roared with laughter and
screamed like rowdy children.
A hundred feet of titles—then the face
of Nagapate, the chief, appeared suddenly
on the screen. A great roar of “Naga
pate” went up. At that instant the radium
lights flashed on and I, at my camera,
ground out the picture of the cannibals
at the “movies.” True, about two-thirds
of the audience, terrified by the flares,
made precipitately for the bush. But
Nagapate and the savages aroqnd him
sat pat and registered fear and amaze
ment for my camera. In about two min
utes the flares burned out. Then we coaxed
back to their places the savages that had
fled. I started the reel all over and rfin
it to the end amid an uproar that madd
it impossible for me to make myself heard
when I wanted to speak to Osa. Prac
tically every savage pictured on the screen
was in the audience. As each man ap
peared, they called out his name and
laughed and shouted w-ith joy. Among
the figures that came and went on the
screen was that of a man who had been
dead year. The natives were awe
struck. My magic could bring back the
When the show was over, a great shout
went up. It was not applause, but it
pleased me more than any applause I
have ever received. The savages gathered
into groups and discussed the performance,
for all the world as people do “back
home.” Then they crowded about us de
manding their pay for having looked at
my pictures! As I gave them their sticks
of tobacco, each grunted out the same
phrase whether it meant “Fine” or
“Thank you” or just “Good-by,” I do not
know. Nagapate, who always had an eye
to the main chance, asked me for some of
the “big light” as a parting gift, and I
gave him two of the radium flares, won
dering what strange use they would be put
to. —Martin Johnson, in Asia Magazine.
For the benefit of any inmates who appre
ciate and see the opportunity that their spare •
hours give toward a means of self education
through correspondent school courses, study of
good literature, acquiring an education in our
Night Schools, or, who need helpful informa
tion in connection with their work in our var
ious departments, will herewith be privileged
to use the "Query” column. You are wel
come to send in any queries of serious interest
to yourself, Thb Mibbob with the kind col-
laboration of Miss Miriam E. Cary, Super
visor of Institutional Libraries, will gladly
endeavor to supply the requested information.
NOTICE —In order to regulate the conduct
of this column inmates must sign their name,
register number and lock number to all queries
submitted for publication. Inmates names, of
course, will not be published, only the initials
of each querist being used.—Editor.
Q: —Would like to know if any of the
New York or Philadelphia Sunday news
papers are permitted ? —L. F. H.
A:—No Sunday papers are permitted.
Q: —Has the Atlantic ocean ever been
crossed on a raft?—W. McC.
A:—Yes, the strange trip was made in
1867. A 22-foot raft was used. Three
men accomplished the feat. They left
New York and arrived at Southampton,
England, 43 days later. The adventurous
trio were personally greeted by Queen Vic
toria. One of the number was Jeremiah
Mullane, who died recently in New York
City. Many queer water trips, in which
barrels, water-bicycles, stills and other de
vices have figured, have been attempted
from time to time. Most of them are of
little use to science, but have merely pro
vided an attractive means of satisfying
the travelers’ appetites for sesational
publicity. '
Q: —What is the usual salute for the
American flag?—A. B.
A:—Raise the right hand to the fore
head just above the right eye and sav:
"I pledge allegiance to my flag and to the
Republic for which it stands, one nation
indivisible, with liberty and justice for
NOTICE —All inmates using the Query Col
umn and desiring more detailed information io
their queries are invited to use the splendid
reference books in our library to be had on
request. The International Text Books are
especially complete in their* information on
technical subjects. Consult the Reference, Use
ful Arts, Literature, Chemistry, Biography and
Science divisions of our library catalogue for
diversified subjects.
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