The prison mirror. [volume] (Stillwater, Minn.) 1887-1894, 1889-10-24

Prisoners received during the past week:
From Winona county. 10; four for S years. three
for years, two for years. and one for Is mon hs
From Aitken county, 2; one for year. and one
for months.
The following Misses visited the prison to-
gether Sunday: Della Lsnphear, city; Maggie
Weese, Minneapolis; Fannie Grmblot. Ella
Breen, Emma McGill and Annie Louise Cary. St.
Paul.
An exchange says: Burglars we're discovered
in Scott township on the night Of the 10th inst"
Pshaw man. we found burglars growing wild in
saltwater years ago. Turn your attention to
later researches of science.
In making our rounds one day this week we
ran against gentleman with Marylebone ridge
on his tongue who was very anxious to know "if
we hever lad hoysters 'ere?' and he looked sad
when we told him we had. but they were called
elev ators in this country.
The sewer down by the laundry became
clogged last Tuesday, and the water backed up
into the cell at the rate of about barrel
minute. Mr.. began was in terrible pickle until
they succeeded in plugging up the hole with
pair of old trousers wound around the end of a
crowbar
Last week we lost gold pen which had been
given us by friend. We were all broke up, so
to speak until the P. M. informed us that one of
the boys had found it and now we are more con-
WINGED than ever that honesty is the best policy
it makes US feel so good to have people treat US
honestly.
-Hortative newspaper correspondents are now
admonishing farmers to fill in the chinks in hog
pens if they would have their porkers gain flesh
during the winter" This information will Ger.
tainly fill a long felt want. were ignorant
hitherto that filing in the chinks would fill out
the hogs.
We hear that the new but genial store keeper
set up the cigars to the mon employed under him
in the storeroom and laundry. We would re-
spectfully inform Mr. Brennan that we were once
laundryman and if the cigar act is retroactive
in its provisions stand ready to smoke to his
very good health.
An inmate of this institution whose age, ae-
cording to the records. is 80, was recounting his
adventures recently, to another inmate of math-
ematical turn, and the latter upon figuring up his
entertainers travels found that he just turn
ing his l27th year. We have ordered Ratchet
and cherry tree for the youthful centenarian.
The railroad brakemen have been holding a
convention in st. Paul during the past two weeks,
and large number of them have visited Still
water and looked through the prison. They were
fine looking body of men and no one to look at
them would believe any one of them capable of
ever firing poor devil off train just because
he was broke, but we know from experience they
will do it.
GOOD morning friend HASH you have been
looking very puny of late pale-like." said P.
Punkety Goldfish to d. Speptic Hash the latter
passed on his way to his carriage for one of his
b-weekly morning rides around the galleries.
'Tub-like, you had better say soury sneered
Hash. IF you had lain mouldJ old washtub
in a dark, damp cellar for three or four days. as
have you wouldn't be the lively skunk you are
this morning Ugh! how cold am"
We called at the root cave the other day and
received a hearty invitation from the custodian
to enter and see the store of winter vegetables.
Securing his lantern he led the way back among
the bins filed with onions, potatoes. beets, pars-
nips, cabbage and rutabagas. The potatoes were
about the finest we had ever seen. Pocketing a
few onions and rutabaga for the boys in the
Office we thanked the genial custodian for his
courteous and affable treatment and departed.
Mr.. Meehan is fly man in disguise. The
other day while some visitors were admiring the
curio on exhibition between the gates one Of the
party became attached to beautiful hair watch
chain, and the two disappeared simultaneously.
Mr.. Meehan scratched his whiskers for but one
brief moment, then gave chase. and before the
spectators could fully realize the situation Mr..
returned waving the chain triumphantly above
his head and his face wreathed in a eureka-like
expression.
The officers barber. who is also chropodis,
of no mean order has our foot felt thanks for a
box of his corn Smelling salve. Our devil had a
habit of leaning on his in a very unprofes
sfenal manner. and when reprimanded for lazi
ness, he pleaded in extenuaton that his corns