The prison mirror. [volume] (Stillwater, Minn.) 1887-1894, 1890-02-20
The large drive wheel in the engine room

Of eight hours and would if rolling along the road
travel distance of nearly 1893 miles in that time.
We have lost our late "poet-devil," he has
gone the way all convcts long to 60, and with him
went many an unwritten poem, local squib and bit
of philosophy. His ready pen will be missed from
this department of our paper.
The engine connected with the prison laundry
broke down day last week. However. the
foreman of the laundry with the assistance OF the
gentleman from the orange country, had every
thing in ship shape for this weeks washing.
Mr.. and Mrs. A. D. Davidson and Miss Edith
Davidson. of st. Paul, Mrs. j. d. Anderson and
Mss Florence Anderson, of London, Ont, we're
here to view the sights of the prison last Friday.
They came with a letter of introduction from the
Governor.
The boys in the tailor shop turn out some
pretty good work in the way of freedom" suits.
We have seen several of the suits on boys going
out and they looked respectable and fitted them
well as if they had come from dude factory on
the outside.
Mr. and Mrs. w. l.. Simmons and Miss Mag
gle Rogers Minneapolis people, and Mr.. A. L.
Brown, of Saltwater, looked through the prison
last Saturday. Mr.. Simmons will hereafter keep
posted on the affairs of this institution through
the medium OF THE MIRROR.
Talk about your great smokers. we once heard
of a man who in one night smoked hundred
thousand cigars and as many cigaretts; and good
ness only knows how many more he would have
smoked if the firemen had not got the fire under
control. He was incendiary, he was.
Amos still wears the cartridge belt cham.
pion of the Garret Shooting Club. Billie is second
best and carries the empty cartridge boxes; the
Deputy is third and gets all the spots made on the
target while Archie brings up the and is
awarded all the bullet holes made in the air.
Mrs. G. N. Lamphere, of Moorhead, and Miss
w. w. Allen of st. Paul, visited the prison yes
terday. Miss Allen is connected with the man.
agement of the state reform school. Mrs. Lamp
here visited the pr son some two years ago with
her husband, Editor Lamphere, of the Moorhead
News.
Guard VIM. May and family were happily
prsed few days ago by the unexpected arrival at
their home of Mr. and Mrs. E. A. Ringwald, from
Great Falls Montana. MIR. Ringwald unex-
pectedly called east on business and Mrs. Ring
valid accompanied him this far where she will re-
main with her parents for some time.
-obiiging little boy: 'Good morning Mrs. Tube
why my dear, what have you done that for?"
Boy: "Ter catch them rats. Ma said last night
that you had rats in your garrett" The two fam
lilies now throw defunct cats and old cabbage
stalks into each others yards o'nights.
Editor Albert E. Quinn and wife. of Cloquet,
we're among the visitors who inspected this Office
last week. MIR. Quinn is editor and proprietor of
the Pine KDot-Vidette. one of the neatest and
liveest weekly papers in the state. and we say
this not only because it is fact but as sort of
return for the many compliments he paid our
paper while in the Office.
Mr.. and Mrs. w. M. Allen and daughter. of
Montevideo, were the guests of Mrs. VIM. II.
Chalmers, of saltwater, last week. who accompa-
MED them to see the prison Saturday and Sunday.
They attended chapel services after which they
spent couple of hours in the cellrOom among the
boys. Mr.. Allen is assistant editor and manager
of the Montev ideo Leader and will, no doubt, at
no late date give the readers of that journal his
impressions of prison life.
Twas a summers night, calm and serene the
pale southern moon had retired to her ambient
couch beyond the western hills. 1t was the be-
witching time that wooed the poor colored man
from his humble cot to walk the night. He was
very old and poor and bent, and gentle zephyr
coyed with his tattered garments he passed
slowly and meditatively into the darkness. The
little stars were winking at each other Bang!
bow wow-bar g! bow WOW. WOW. wow-squawk.
squawk! squawk! Here they come through the
whistling air. uncle and bulldog and pullets a
pair, with feathers streaming along the trail, like
the rushing comets pale-whte tail.
w. H. Day, c. w. Bray. Asa ]. Hammond. w.
F. Trussell and Geo. A. Smith, all students from
the State University, and Walter Graham, of the
Y. M. C. A., of Minneapolis. guests of the
prison last Sunday. They came over in the morn
ing tn the purpose of holding special service
in the chapel. but arrived too late. They spent