The prison mirror. [volume] (Stillwater, Minn.) 1887-1894, 1889-09-12

Mr.. n. G. Coykndall. of st. Paul. and Mr.. J.
Coykndall. of San Jose. CAL. called at the prison
Thursday and spent an hour or so looking ovel
the different departments.
The Thresher company has finished its sea-
sons work, and the shops shut down last Satur.
day evening. Work will not be resumed again
for probably one or two months.
One of the boys is at work on an incubator OF
about 5O0O-egg capacity. He intends going into
the chicken business extensively upon his re.
lease He is not a cOlored brother.
For the first time in the memory of the oldest
inhabitant, we each had a liberal cut of water
melon. it was served with last Sundays dinner.
No serious results so far as can be learned.
Since Prof. Cayou inhaled the exhilarating
air of White Bear early this summer, there is no
dependence whatever to be placed in his word.
The last story he tells is of 925 pound pumpkin
which neighbor of his raised-at White Bear of
course.
The prison population was increased by ten
new arrivals Saturday. Fam the canine mat
ron of the hospital department, surprised the
steward with litter of ten puppies. They are
the cutest little things imaginable being only
about three inches in length.
One of the inmates says that if there is any
thing he detests. it is pair of squeaking shoes
on himself or any one else. He is reconciled to
them now however. for the P. M. wears a pair.
and when he hears him coming he knows that he
stands a chance for letter, and what wouldn t
one undergo for the sake of letter. in here.
lin meandering about the yard. We notice that
the men employed in keeping it clean, and doing
general light work around it, evince a strong de-
sire to labor with greater vigor since the chilly
spell set in. If they continue to thus expend en-
ergy in a ratio to the movements of the thermom-
eter. some of them will assume the role of Othello
ere long,
Mr.. Geo. Smith, student at the state uni
versity, and Mr.. Seaton, former student at the
same institution. visited the prison last Sunday
to see some of the inmates with whom they have
been corresponding. The motive of these gentle
mems correspondence and visit is certainly a
worthy one-ther intention being to extend the
hand of friendship to their unfortunate fellow
beings
The flies now fee and the 'skeeters skeet
with gentle swish of their sticksome feet For
the winter now doth come apace to chill their
tervid, buzzing grace; and they HE them south.
ward to the tOrrid zone. where hot zephyrs sough
and the chinooks moan. But the plodding. toll
some genus bedbug still holds down his position.
and draws the nectar from your neck like the
ancient cupping physician.
The manager of the plaster mandatory
within the walls angry Monday night. The
Chaplain stopped at his cell door Monday evening
to speak for a few moments. When he about
to continue on his rounds one of the boys in the
col alto q nd cd i'm To
tain if his watch was still where it belonged.
Tom says he cannot bear such uncalled for
reflection on his character.
That kindness and cheerful treatment is ap-
preciated by nearly all prisoners is corroborated
daily by sratches Of conversation that reach us in
our rounds. One man. in speaking of the cheerful
manner in which a particular officer conducted
his dealings with those under his charge said:
II would never attempt to beat that man. no
matter how long my sentence might be or how
anxious 1 was to gain my liberty
Our new devil is probably the Oldest one of
his kind in the state, being 46 years of age and a
veteran of the civil war. His locks, once of a
sassafras hue, are now tinged with grey. But he
gets there on the duties of his position with all
the awkwardness of an i'm of more tender years.
He sees nothing in the printing Office that reminds
him of army life in Georgia so his war experience
will be no detrment to his usefulness.
Now that the Thresher Cos. shops are shut
down for time it is SO quiet about the prison en-
closure that the typos. in their high perch can
sometimes hear the merry badinage of the young
ladies who congregate on the north hill on sunny
afternoons We give this notice so that the ladies
may attune their voices to the clearness of the
atmosphere. and not compel us to listen to their
neighborly converse, when it is not intended for
our ears.
Don't be timd Steward. let them tomatoes
drop into the tri-weekly soup in large quanti-
ties as you please. The ruby hue of the liquid