The prison mirror. [volume] (Stillwater, Minn.) 1887-1894, 1888-05-30


quality of goods. in all departments of our bust
ness and can. with pride, refer all strangers to
our customers since 1856. We desire, through the
columns of THE MIRROR to call the public atten-
ton to our stock at all times new. modern. and
by far the largest in the ST. Crox valley of drugs,
family medicines lumbermen's drug supplies.
paints, varnishes, brushes, and beautiful parlor
and hanging lamps. Crandall & Barclay
Thursday forenoon, team belonging to +. II.
Lemon Co which was attached to a stone drag
on which some inmates were loading stone be-
came frightened because of the drag striking
their heels. made dash down the main street in
the direction of the main entrance gate. through
which they went as though it had been wooden
wicket, taking the drag with them. They
south on North Main street to the st. Paul house
corner, where they were stopped, but again break
ing away they south till they divided on a
telegraph pole, both being thrown to the ground.
On regaining their feet, one ran into stable and
the other captured near the Union depot; the
former escaped uninjured, but the latter received
severe wounds in the head as he dashed through
the heavy iron gate at the prison. AT the time of
their start, Mr.. +. II. Lemon holding of
them by the bits, but seeing that if he held on he
was liable to be thrown under the drag, thereby
making job for the coroner. he wisely loosed his
hold on the horses bride. remarking afterwards
to the reporter that the horses could be replaced
but there no more Frank Lemons lying
around loose AS there is an almost incessant
stream of pedestrians passing the gate on the out
side, and they could not have seen the flying
team until it would have been to late to escape.
it seems almost miracle that no one was injured.
The gate was somewhat damaged but was soon
repaired.
We have before remarked that the path of the
editor was not strewn with roses, but have be-
come callous to the threatening mumblings of the
spring poet: the man whose last article the
"egg-problem'' was waste-basketed; the
whose digest on How to get in and how to keep
out of the hole was indefinitely laid under the
table-by whose cells we were wont to flee with
eyes distended and each individual hair
old-gold head erect in order to escape broad.
side from their pivotal tongues trfes VIII CHI used
to take away our appetite have now become
tonic-in fact. it has become necessary to our
health and well being to have several battles
hand, and our sweet repose would be disturbed
without daily whitening glance from the man
who says 1T is a cold day when l don't know
more than that edror,'' or an occasional blowing
up" from the p. NJ. But the straw which has
broken the 'camel's back came from an unex.
pected source. Last Sunday. after making our
morning devOtions before the plate mirror which
adorns the marble sideboard of our palatial abode
we donned our Sunday coat and essayed to transfer
our Christmas-gift silk 'bandanna' to the recep.
tacle provided for it under the left of said
garment. But it wouldn't ''recep." An exami-
nation disclosed the fact that of the laundry
maids had stitched up the pocket. We then tried
to button our Prince Albert. when to our dismay
we found the button-holes sewed up. A few dex-
ferrous strokes of pen-knife helped us out Of this
dilemma, and we wendell our way to chapel with
a mind as calm and serene as the bosom of a tiny
lakelet on cloudless summer day; but are at a
loss to account for this "cruel joke from the
laundry maids They have never flooded us with
"Odes to the Moonlight nor with recipes how to
make creamery butter out Of hog fat and gristle,
consequently there no ghosts of rejected
MSS. to haunt our titful slumbers. The desire to
make the editors life pleasant one seems to
be infectious. and the laundrymaids are certainly
entitled to have finger in the pie" We shall
continue to send our clothes to the laundry Just
the same.