The prison mirror. [volume] (Stillwater, Minn.) 1887-1894, 1893-08-03

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was the unspoken prayer of many man, Mon
day and Tuesday morning, when the dog hOwled
under the cell house window at early dawn.
August l, the grades stood as follows:
First grade. Oh
Second grade .......................1S4
IHllu SIdue.. .................... II
F. c. Neumeier. editor st. CrOir Post looked
in on our office Wednesday under Usher Ken
yOn's guidance If we mistake not Mr.. Neumeier
once. thought THE MIRROR a useless fad We
hope his views are changed.
-"M Music hath charms etc., :" but dog bowling
persistently in four sharps at A. NJ. is not con-
duciVe to sleep or good language. The north
west corner of the dollhouse just reeked with
anathemas Tuesday morning.
The blending furnace in the black-smth's
shop puts one in mind of some illustrations of
the Inferno. The flames dart out their lurid
tongues with a very manifest desire to make it
hot for somebody or something
If there are any more plagiaristS about than
the one directly aimed at in our last issue we
hope they will take the lesson to heart We
struck one sore conscience last Sunday, pricked
with the arrow aimed at another
If our correspondents will be prompt in plac-
ing their contributions between the bars of their
cell doors on Sunday the editor, in making his
rounds from to 5. 30 2. NJ. can not fail to get
them. for he makes numerous calls on every
gallery.
1t is to be regretted that we shall not have the
ministratiOns of Chaplain Albert on two of his
eXtregular dates. He has gone for holiday, into
Iowa, to visit various friends. 1t will be Septem-
Der 10 before we hear his encouraging voice in
chapel again.
The editor was presented with piece of
limestone, just solid mass of fossilized scallOp
and cookie Shells The specimen was picked up
in the main street of the prison whilst it was
being paved. 1t looks hard enough to make a
pretty marble.
An angel in blue clothes and brass buttons is
unconventional. But he who stopped the howl
ing cur that too early sang mathis under the
northwest corner of the dollhouse at 4 A. NJ on
Monday was voted nearly one by fifty or sixty
awakened prisoners.
The thanks of the prisoners are rendered to
Mr.. Will B. Wilder of st. Paul for his thoughtful
contribution of magazines to the prison library.
We bar-barians keenly appreciate kindnesses
that drop like refreshing dew ON the dry plain
of disciplinary mOnOtOny.
Capt. Hall did his best to save the boys rest
last Tuesday morning: he went out, captured the
musical canine and locked him in the Kitchen
But the wilfull brute jumped out of the window
and recommended his song at A. NJ; he was a
bowling success as sleep murderer.
The Thresher Co.'S teamster played in great
luck Wednesday morning. He was driving a
double team. the king-bolt got loose and pulled
ho to6 tba
him off the wagon. He only hurt his elbow and
the team had a lively run to their barn.
There are others besides the editor who
thinks that the Philistines were right in calling
the devil BeelZebub, which means prince of flies.
Calling on the professor the other evening we
found him speechless in his earnest endeavors
to reduce the population of the tOrmentOrs
Among the good old myths and fairy stories
that are vanishing before keen historical research
is that of William Tells disregard for Geslers
cap. 1t is not polite to disregard Geser's cap
or failing the cap to neglect hunting up Gesler
He is like the bull in the china shop and demands
the strictest attention
The editor begs to state the spring poetry
season is past. If we had cake flee and buck
ct of lemonade handy we would try fall with
one and all; but considering the season, prose is
about as much as we dare tackle at present. We
were once bitten by a mad dog. rabies might yet
possibly supervene if we had too much inter-
course with dOgrel these hot days.
Passing along the gallery Monday we heard
Willie Marble grooming to himself what sounded
like Home sweet Home Thinking he might
be lonesome we moved up to cheer him. when to
the old familiar tune we heard:
Though it's ever so humble
There's no drink like milk;
Milk, milk. sweet, sweet milk,
With nice hot corn dOdger
There's moo drink like milk
Mr.. A. B. Kent and Miss Kent dwellers in
New Richmond. Wis, and Miss Mathews of
saltwater escorted by Mr.. DnsmOre of the
Thresher Co.'S office paid us a very pleasant visit
Saturday afternoon. The Wisconsin visitors in
tended spending Sunday with Miss Mathews
We rather fancy the hostess had more to do with
the Sunday stOp-Over than Saltwater theology,
though that is admitted y of superior brand.
More Such Needed.
The state of Kentucky possesses a
judge whose originality in criminal pro-