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Entered at the postoffice at Stillwater, Minne
sota, as second-class mail matter.
The Mibbob is issued every Thursday at the
following. rates:
One Year SUOO
Six Months -®®
Three Months -f®
To inmates of penal institutions per yr. .50
Address all communications to
The Mibbos,
Stillwater, Minn.
The 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 pubilc with the true statue of the prisoner,
to disseminate penological information and to
aid in dispelling that prejudice which has ever
been the oar sinister to a fallen man’s self
Each inmate is accorded the privilege of one
subscription to The Mibbob, to be sent home
or to a friend, free of charge. In order to
obtain this privilege you must 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
yon wish to enter additional subscriptions, they
will be charged for at the rate of 50 cents a
year for each subscrpition. .
The paper delivered to your cell each week
mnst be kept clean, and Bhould be folded in
the same manner as you receive it, placing It
at the foot of your bed on the morning fol
■ lowing the day on which it is delivered to
your cell.
Services in the Prison Chapel at nine o’clock
every Sunday morning, Protestant and Catho
lic service every alternate Sunday. Rev. O. E.
Benson and Rev. Fr. Corcoran, Chaplains.
Ail inmates desiring to write to the State
Board of Control will notify their officer, who
in turn is requested to send your notification
to the Duputy Warden’s office Friday noon in
order that special paper for that purpose may
be furnished you. Letters written on regula
tion size paper will not be permitted to go.
J. J. Sullivan,
NOTICE —Inmates submitting contributions
to The Mibbob for publication must sign their
name and register number. Original articles
preferred, if not original, proper credit must be
given to the writer if known; if writer’s name
is not known, it should be so specified by con
tributor. Should contributor fail to comply
with this request he will be dropped from The
Mibbob’s contributing staff.
Approved by Warden. —Editor.
*3j&OW much we can learn for
cri our relaxation and better
ment from the animal kingdom.
Watch the fish, even the reptile
moving on the ground, and see
the graceful, relaxed movements
of the body. The birds teach
us the three-fold nature of song
and melody. Even from the
beast of the wildyyoods we can
learn how to use the voice in its
rise and fall in prayer.
Each by his own life reaches reward—
rises to the heights of knowledge and
power for the good of all who may be left
behind him. —William Quart Judge.
“A penny held close to the eye will ob
scure the sun. Likewise the little personal
self,, held up close to the mind all the
time by constant thought of its interests,
can blot out of sight the spiritual Sun of
the World.”
“The day when men shall realize that
they are each and all threads in the gar
ment of a Being infinitely greater than
they, a beginning will have been made
towards making human life it was in
tended to be.”
While the bells are ringing on the outer
plane, calling men to a recognition of the
New Time; the soft silvery tones of the
Compassionate Heart of Life are sound
ing forth their sweet music to the Souls
of men, calling them away from the paths
of darkness, unrighteousness and despair,
to the ever-abiding glory of a truer and
better life and the hope and peace of a
New Day.— Katherine Ting ley.
It is with extreme regret that we have
to record the death of Captain T. W.
Alexander, who has been connected with
this institution in an official capacity for
over thirty-eight years. In the first issue
of The Mirror, August 10th, 1887, we
find Mr. Alexander was mentioned as
guard in Shop J. During the adminis
trations of Wardens Reeve and Wolfer
he was Deputy Warden. Mr. Alexander
was born in Montreal, Canada, October
29, 1846, and passed away at the home
of his daughter, Mrs. Hugh Wills, Min
neapolis, on June 19. Funeral services
were held Thursday afternoon, June 21,
at the First Presbyterian church, Still
water, Rev. Gilbert I. Wilson of St. Paul
officiating. Mrs. E. O’B. Freleigh and
Mrs. Everett Doran sang “Abide With
Me” and “Lead Kindly Light.” St. John’s
Lodge A. F. and A. M. attended the ser
vices in a body and acted as escort to
Fairview cemetery where they held their
ritualistic services. Such, in brief, is a
memorial notice of Thomas W. Alexander
—but how unsatisfying to his many, many
friends. What we want to put on record
is that his friends more than respected
him—they loved him. Mr. Alexander was
simple in the most charming sense of the
word. He seemed to respect all men and
looked for the good that was in them and
all men respected him. He gave more to
the world than he took from it. He gave
more in counsel —more in kindness —more
in sympathy. He helped everyone he could
help—every time he could help them. This
is why his associates, companions and
friends loved him and why they sincerely
mourn his loss.
Mr. Alexander left three children. Onfc
of the sons, W. T. Alexander, is superin
tendent of the twine factory in this insti
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names in the social columns of the Sun
day papers. They had little fear of dis
covery and its resultant scandal, even if
caught in one of the occasional police
raids, for “Porky” McGovern was the
power which sat upon the political throne
in his district. A wink or a gesture to
the raiders usually secured immunity for
the adventurous respectables.
As Justice passed along, she beheld
young men still in their teens, flashily
dressed, with gaudy silk or white linen
handkerchiefs tied about their collars, the
corners flopping upon their backs as they
danced with coarse-featured and vulgar
acting women whose faces became
streaked with perspiration amid the thick
paint which they wore.
At the rear of the hall were several
heavy round tables, upon which were bot
tles and glasses sitting in spilled beer
and foam. Here sat men and women of
all ages, and in various stages of intoxi
cation, talking, laughing, and drinking.
Waiters were continually hurrying back
and forth, bringing fresh bottles and re
moving the empties. Cigarette stubs and
cigar butts lay scattered about the floor
in pools of stale beer. A young woman
fell from her chair into the slime, and
was helped to her feet amid roars of
laughter. All this, and more, Justice saw
and heard as she lingered and finally
passed out of the place.
“What a cesspool 1 open to the
public!” she mused to herself. “Everyone
seemed to know about it—slumming par
ties from the most fashionable part of
town often came in their limousines to
view the sight—and the authorities knew
about it, for there stood an officer in full
uniform, calmly looking on!” She re
called seeing the liquor and dance-hall
licenses, posted side by side over the win-
dow where the waiters received their
bottles and their weiner and cheese sand
wiches which they served to the patrons.
Society was drawing revenue from this
foul canker which was eating out its very
heart. A festering sore! What would
the harvest be? It was easy to forsee
that! Where now there was one victim
schooled in vice and crime, in ten years
there would be ten thousand! Yet this
thing was regarded as a business proposi
tion, and licensed to operate as such.
Miss True paused a moment at the
doorway to glance up and down the street,
and overheard two young men planning
a motor-boat party for the following Sun
“Say, Jack! Everything is O. K. but
the “snake-oil.” You know the Tlamo is
closed on Sunday, and we can’t risk tak
ing the booze home Saturday night, for
Dad might get wise to it—What’s your
idea?” came from one.
“Shucks! You’re green!” replied Jack.
“Mike Rosso, the precinct captain, owns
a garage and filling station around the
corner. Well; Rosso’s wife is “Porky”
McGovern’s daughter; *and “Squinty”
Gabriel runs the outfit for them. Taxi
business and filling station you know, —
keep’s several gallon cans of special lu
bricating oil in the rear room for accomo
dation. We’ll get a few pints filled from
him; but of course we can’t drink the oil
in there, —you know', —hanging around
there is taboo!”
“I get you, Steve,” replied the other,
and both laughed, then Jack resumed post
ing his chum about the neighborhood.
“Mrs. Rosso owns the big brick tene
ment upon the corner too, —wedding pres
ent from her father. Looks kinda deserted
with all those green shuttered windows
always closed and dark. No “for rent”
signs visible either; but slim beckoning
fingers extend through the shutters after
dark.” Jack winked, and the other grin
ned understandingly.
Miss True shuddered with horror at the
disclosures, and hastened up the street to
ward the bridge crossing thf river. A
thick fog was settling down over the city.
Just as she had crossed the bridge, a
wan-featured young woman peered her
closely and fell in behind. She was soon
joined by a roughly dressed young man,
and the pair held a hurried conversation
in an inaudible voice. Soon the man
crossed the street and ran ahead, disap
pearing in the darkness and fog.
Justice stopped, and, facing the woman
behind her, demanded sternly “What does
this mean?”
“Please, Miss True,” replied the other,
“We’re your friends.”
“How do you know me?”
“Oh, a pal of mine pointed you out to
me in the dancehall, and I know that you
and Miss Wall took mother and the kids
up in the country for a week, and you
nursed mother when she was sick.”
“And who is your mother?” asked Jus
“Nix on that stuff! I’m not telling you
that!” was the reply. “But Pete’s gone
on ahead to square you, and I’m sticking
wid youse, see?”
“What do you mean, square me?” cried
Justice in alarm.
“Some guys spotted you there at the
Alamo, and w’ent ahead to wait for you
in the park!”
“My God! Were they going to hold
me up?” asked Justice half sobbingly.
The girl nodded, and Justice was about
to turn back, but her informant only waved
her hand forward and added, “Pete’s up
there, and I’m wid you, see? And I got
your passport right here if I need it,”
vowed the girl as she tapped a peculiar
bulge under her losse-fitting waist.
So the two walked onward, the girl just
behind saying, “Never mind Miss. Just
keep going—l’m right wid ye!”
They had passed the park, seeing no
one, 2*nd Justice turned to thank her un-
known escort, but she had vanished. Be
fore she could fully recover from her sur
prise, a soft whistle was heard to her
rear, and two shadowy forms darted past
a lamp-post in the park a half block away.
A policeman’s w'histle rang out, and an
officer came rushing out of the fog ahead
and passed Justice as he turned into the
park. Justice stood as though glued to
the sidewalk, straining her eyes towards
the spot where voices were heard. Present
ly an officer came hurrying to the call
box near her, and, finding her voice, she
ventured to ask, “Is someone hurt? Can
I help? I am a nurse from the Dea
coness home!”
“You bet!” responded the officer. “I
just .called an ambulance, —man black
jacked over there, —this way Miss!”
They hurried into the park to where
another officer stood beside a dark form
lying upon the grass. As the policeman
flashed his light, Justice knelt upon the
sod and raised the head of the stricken
man to her knee, felt his pulse, and then
spoke assuringly,” Nothing serious I think,
he is regaining consciousness now!”
The patient opened his eyes and groaned
slightly, following which a faint smile
appeared for a moment upon his features.
Justice bandaged his head with gauze
from her emergency kit; then the am
bulance arrived with clattering gong,
and the hapless victim was carrried
swiftly away through the darkness to a
hospital. The officers thanked Miss True
and she went on her way, while the two
policemen resumed their vigil.
(To he continued)
For the benefit of any inmates who appre*
ciato and see the opportunity that their spare
hours give toward a means of self education
through correspondence 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 welcome
to send in any queries of serious interest to
yourself, The Mibbob with the kind collabora
tion of Miss Miriam E. Oarey, Supervisor 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.
1 Q: —(1) Is there a paper published in
Nashville, Tenn. that is permitted here?
(2) What is the railroad fare from Still
water to Atlanta, Ga. ?—R. J. H.
A: —(1) Southern Lumberman, weekly,
subscription $4.00; Christian Advocate,
weekly, subscription, $2.00 (2) $40.52.
Q: —Would you kindly inform me of
the standing of San Francisco in popula
tion thirty years ago, or the census of
1890. I contend that San Francisco was
listed in first six cities at that time.—
G. H. M.
A:—New York, 1,515,301; Chicago,
1,099,850; Philadelphia, 1,046,964; St.
Louis, 451,770; Boston, 448,477; Balti
more, 434,439; San Francisco, 300,000.
Q: —What was the origin of the apos
tles’ creed ?—H. W.
A:—The apostles’ creed formerly as
cribed to the apostles is of unknown origin.
It certainly dates back to the beginning of
the.sixth century, and some assert that it
can be found in the writings of Ambrose
in the fourth century. It has even been
claimed that mention of the creed has been
found in the works of Irenaeus, who died
202 A. D.
Q: —What is the secretary bird and why
is it so called? I. J. O.
A:—The secretary bird is a snake-eat
ing bird found in the 'tropics. It gets its
name from the tuft of feathers behind its
head which is supposed to resemble the
pen stuck behind the ear of a clerk.
NOTICE—-All inmates using the Query Col
umn and desiring more detailed information to
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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