The prison mirror. [volume] (Stillwater, Minn.) 1887-1894, 1889-05-09
A subtle mist steals DER my sight,

To the mellow strains of fairy's lutte;
turn and see the P. M. glancng-
At the rugged grandeur of his summer suit.
Mr.. Frank Berry in addition to his daily
cares, is harassed with the painful fact staring
him IN the face, that he has got to hunt up
basso for the Ascension Church quartette, to fill
the place made vacant by Mr.. Barrett's removal
to ST. Paul. The latter will IL the position until
the end of this month, by which time Mr. Berry
hopes to have found suitable voice to fill the
vacancy.
1t is suggested that the assistant librarian be
supplied with set of Westinghouse air brakes
as the velocity at which he travels makes it i'm
possible for him to receive necessary requests
with any degree Ct accuracy. Failing the brakes,
perhaps the state would put up along each gallery
connecting with the library, system of patent
carriers similar to the used in large dry goods
houses for making change.
Capt Taylor and his neighbor, Tom, started
out on Saturday, with beef for bait. and blood in
their eye, to decinate the fnny denizens of Nc
Cusick 5 Lake But the fates were not propitious
for the Captain never had the ghost of nibble,
and his partner only succeeded in landing one
magnificent little catfish. Cap lays all the blame
on Tom, and says he's too big to go fishing as he
scares the fish away as soon as he gets near the
bank
We aim to give satisfaction in prices and in
quality of goods, in all departments of 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 tines new, modern, and
by far the largest in the ST. Croix Valley, of drugs
family medicines. lumbermen's drug supplies,
paints, varnishes. brushes. and beautiful parlor
and hanging lamps. Crandall l. Barclay.
I'VE have not received any poetry of real
value lately The editor is always pleased to have
short verses sent in. The foregoing is the sheol.
ish work of our poet-devil. He thought to get it
into the forms unbeknown to US, but noting his
suspicious actions, and thinking he trying to
sneak in stanza of his own workmanship we
laid for him and thus his deepplotted revenge was
thwarted. Moral: Guard we'll your reputation
against the envenomed shafts of rejected poets
"A startling episode occurred in the prison
Saturday last. An inmate was observed
crawling. along the roof of the cellbuilding.
in the sight of the guards who watched him
with breathless interest. he approached the
tower it was noticed that he held paper in his
hand, and seeing that he discovered he
waved the document over his head and giving a
lining the body of the supposed lunatic it was
found to be the rubber subscription clerk of The
Mirror and the placard in his hand read, subcribe
for The Mirror.
1t would take reams of paper to show all the
mental and actual figuring done by the inmates
since the prison law has been published.
The boys in calculating the time they have been
here, the good time allowance under the old law,
and the length of time still to with allow
ance under the law, are liable to get into an
inextrcable labyrinth of figures before arriving at
the exact date OF their liberation. The Hustler
has been appealed to for assistance numerous
occasions. bnt his brain is mixed up with other
matters of Importance that he is unable to devote
any time to mathematics
"A genuine rough and tumble dog fight took
place opposite the gate last Thursday. After the
ferocious CANNES got right down to business, and
the 'purp'' of bull dog origin had good hold
Hans Erickson appeared upon the scene armed
with an old broom and endeavored to separate
the comb Atlantis. There was mixture of dogs.
brooms and Ericksons around for a while the
dogs coming out ahead Hans, not to be daunted,
rushed to his sanctum and secured the crowbar
he uses in probing for imaginary escaping con-
victs in the sawdust cart. and applied it to the
jaws of the belligerents which soon brought the
conflict to close.
L. B. Goldsmith, says nice way to make raw
eggs palatable, is to break six fresh eggs in COB
let pepper and salt to TASTE little grated turnip
that has had horseradsh root drawn through
it, and four tablespoonful Of tomato catsup; beat
the whole mass, or more properly speaking, mess.
until we'll mixed, and drink without removing the
goblet from the mouth. Follow with three glasses
of water two veal outlets. large baked po
tato one dish of baked beans, dish each of on
ions and tomatoes three slices of bread, one cup
of coffee and piece of pie; the whole to be
washed down with FIVE glasses Of spring water.
Great Scott. where's the Steward?
The Chief has been wont to blow q good deal