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The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
Strange Cargo of the Muldoon
Continued from page one.)

squirmed closer and closer, to the boy.
Sko6eld realized that he could not pre-
vent the big beast from crawling out where
it could reach him.
"Help!" he yelled once more; but he got
Dno response. and knew he must rely upon
himself alone, and he must act quick. The
nose of the ugly reptile was nuzzling his
| forehead.
For moment he shut his eyes; then out
of the blackness came an idea. Dropping
the fashlight, he began to tumble at his
belt buckle; but at first, because of his
cramped position, he could not unfasten it.
He tugged at it frantically and at last sue
ceeded in getting it loose. With trembling
fingers he pulled it off. Then, workins
his way forward and feeling his way by
sense of touch, he began to twist the bel,
around the grim snout of the alligator. As
if divining his purpose, the big reptile snap
ped its jaws and moved its head from side
to side; but Skofeld hung on, and finally
pulled the belt tight and buckled it.
After long, fumbling hunt he recover
ed the fiashlight and looked into the wicked
little eyes of the brute. Its jaws were lock-
ed and it could not open its mouth. The
tail was confined by the weight of many
trunks and bales.
By the help of the Aashlight young Sko-
| field studied the situation. Getting himself
! together, he gave a sudden squirm and
twisted sidewise. The corner of the trunk
dragged across his back, tearing the skin,
but he felt himself suddenly freed from the
terrible pressure. Drawing a deep breath,
he wormed his way backwards. His fee,
were kicking back and forth in the open
air when he was terrified to feel firm grip
on his ankles.
''Hi! quit your hollering! It's me that
got hold of ye! I'll pull ye out!'' 1t was
Capt. Murdoch's voice.
81 want to know!" the captain ejaculat-
ed when he heard the story. 81 want to
known" And taking young Skofeld to the
cabin, he applied witch hazel to his lacerat-
ed back.
| When the manager of the sideshow came
on board at Pinkham's Cove, the old man
addressed him so violently and so fuently
that he did not even protest at Capt. Muir
doch's bill.
| 'Im glad, though that Alexander WASH,
hurt" the manager said, as he helped drag
the alligator on the pier. "He's kind Of
pet of mine.''
"Pet!" gasped Capt. Murdoch. ''Pet
Jehosaphat!'
But young SkoheId jumped to the pier
"Hi!" he yelled. ''Give me back my bel,
that he's got around his Jaw
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
Resident Officials
M |R R 0 R E TES
By Uncle John

Mass was held in the Auditorium last
Sunday morning, Father Barry officiating.
The attendance was numerous.
Rev. Benson was visitor at the insti-
tuition last Thursday evening on business,
and while here, paid the cell hall visit.
1T looks as if both our factories were
we'll supplied with raw material as the rail-
road tracks were empty for several weeks.
Our choir boys again gave good &C
count of themselves last Sunday morning.
If they had a few more tenors they would
hold their own against any similar organi-
cation.
The monthly interview at the Deputy
Office during the week was the largest we
have seen for some time. If one third of
them subscribed for one War Saving Stamp
the amount will 60 up into the thousands.
The weather man predicted a storm
and for once he was correct. More snow
fell last Saturday than we have had all win
ter and it looks as if we are going to get
some more.
The new system in our library WORKS
to perfection, very few books are missing
especially the good ones-every one has a
chance now to read them. Before this, the
majority of these books were held longer
than necessary.
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14

tatoes, and neatly covered the open end of
the pocket into which he had lowered him
self. Under that mass of luggage was
something alive and free-something that
was forcing its way little by little up through
the entire cargo of the little Muldoon.
The trunk that had toppled across the
top of the pocket in which young Sko6eld
was crouching was settling lower and lower.
He felt one corner against his back. 1t
pressed harder and harder, until it had fore
ed him down fiat on the potato sacks; he
could hardly breathe. Unable to move the
weight of the trunk because of his cramped
position, and realizing that any shifting Of
the cargo might send bales and boxes down
upon him, he shouted for help.
81 ca-a-n't hear ye!' came Capt. Muir
doch's high-pitched reply. The captain S
ears were far from keen.
"Help!''
"Ye-e-y? "What's thatl"
eth amt no kelp in her innards; must
be hay left from last trip
The humping had changed to scratch
ing, rustling noise. The boxes creaked,
and the tent was pushed to one side. Sko-
| field felt hard, cool object touching one
hand. There was another thump, renew
ed creaking as the boxes changed position;
then creature that breathed hoarsely and
quickly nosed his arm.
In frenzy of fear Skofeld turned his
fashlight upon it, and what he saw filled
his heart with terror. A long, scaly reptile
was working its way up through the cargo;
its claws were scratching at the folds of the
tent; its breath came in quick gasps as il
squrmed forward. Skofeld stared at it,
Mortified, and saw its small, twinkling eye.
come into view and its long jaws open, re.
vealing great rows of teeth. 1t was huge
alligator.
Enraged by the pressure of the cargo and
| by the bright light, the creature, glaring al
the boy with its little eyes, struggled for
ward inch by inch. Thrusting out both
hands, Sko6eld gripped the dilated nostril:
and tried vainly to push back the ugly
head. At the same moment the cargo
settled again, and the corner of the trunk
cut into his back and pinned him helplessly
in the path of the beast.
Although the alligator was not yet near
enough to seize him in its shear-like jaws,
Sko6eld could reach its head with his ex-
tended arms.
Finding that he could not keep it from
advancing, he tried to cut off its wind; but
although he gripped its nostrils with all the
strength of his hands, the only effect seemed
to be to enrage the creature still further;
for with glaring eyes and clicking teeth ii
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
The Way l Fought

l am not bound to win life's fame, l am
not charged to reach goal;
1t is not told that victory alone shall con-
secrate the soul.
Not all great men come to wealth, not all
the noble men succeed,
The glory of life is not the record of dar-
ing deed;
And if 1 serve purpose true, and keep my
course, though tempest-tossed,
1t shall not matter in the end, whether
won my fight or lost.
l was not ordered at my birth to come to
death possessing gold;
No stern command was given me that riches
must be mine to hold.
The reason for my life is hid, l shall not
solve the mystery here,
And even what is victory for mortal man is
far from clear;
But this know, when comes the end and
all my toiling here is done,
The way fought will count for more than
all the goals may have won.
If only victory were good, and only riches
proved mems worth,
Then only men of strength would live, and
brutes alone would rule the earth;
Then striving for lofty goal and failing
to succeed were sin,
And men would lie and cheat and steal and
stoop to anything to win.
But there are greater goals than gold, and
finer virtues than success.
And how fought shall count for more than
what I've managed to possess.
Edgar II. Guest, in american Boy.
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
Taste

! often noticed, to my surprise,
How vinegar catches naught but flies,
That buzz, and buzz, to their hearts con-
tent,
Because they are always on mischief bent;
| have often noticed the honey bees,
That kiss the flowers with every breeze,
How they carry away the choicest sweet,
That all good people love to eat.
Then ponder awhile. With the greatest
care
These two classes Of people compare.
At once I've the key, no time need waste,
1t simply is this-it's matter of taste
It's the sweets that l love. No task will !
shirk.
With bee in my bonnet, 1 surely will
work.-Emma B. Smith.
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14

Last Friday night heavy snow storm
set in accompanied by a high wind, which,
by Saturday morning, had developed into a
genuine old time March blizzard. The
snow ceased falling about 3 p. m. Saturday,
and "Dan.' cell hall BIS expert sidewalk
polisher, was let out to clean the sidewalk
He turned little pale when he saw the
large four-foot drift piled across the walk
close to the stairway and extending back
along the walk about twenty feet, but he
spat on his hands, grasped his trusty shovel
and waded into it. With the assistance of
a couple of helpers he had the entry way
cleared before five O. clock.
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
California in Spring

A poisoning bough against the sky
And all my blood is aleap with life,
As though glad violins went by
In wild delicious strife.
And the Suisun hills again are green!
And l am boy in the canyons deep,
Where the gray sycamores flicker and
lean,
And the waters plunge and sleep.
A light, quick wind blows into my
heart,
Faint with the breath of apple trees;
And my lyric lark awakes with start
And orchards like white seas
-Ed,oin Markham.
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
Stop, Look, Listen!

When you come across a crossing, here's a
simple rule for you:
Stop and look and listen, and be sure that
you can view
The track from every angle and that moth
ing is in sight,
Then start again your journey, and you'll
cross the crossing right.
There was man who fancied that by driv-
ing good and fast
He'd get his car across the track before the
train came past;
He'd miss the engine by an inch, and make
the train hands sore.
There was man who fancied this; there
isn't any more.-Ea.
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
A Friend of Yourself

It's easy enough to bully and bluff
And jostle and fool the crowd;
To cheat the game to win a name
And to hold your head up proud;
To beat the rush, to mush and gush,
And cash in for the pelt;
But the question comes and ever runs,
How do you stand with yourself?
Many man can tie the can
To every opposition;
Can double the woe of every foe
And rise to high position;
Can steal the dough and make it GO
But with honor on the shelf,
What hope have you my wise 'old boy,
Of being friend of YOURSELF
Material things so rarely bring
The happiness we sought;
The cherished prise, before our eyes,
Proves not the thing we wrought.
To stack the cards against our pards,
To betray some fair commission,
Brings but to grief the meanest thief.
And woe and seIf-derision.
So use good care, and play it fair,
Cheat not yourself or others;
The blow we aim to kill and MAIN
Wounds us, much less OUT brothers.
To play it square and always dare
Be firm and fair and true,
Is the only way to win the day,
And make you friend of you.
This little rule will take you far,
If you will only mind it
Don't cross before trolley car;
You'll find more room behind it.
The Chronicle.
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
P o EFT r Z E
Ledues From Our Poets.
A Picture

On looking at picture of q woman who
sacrificed her son to the war.
By 81. b.
Across the vacant fields piled deep with
snow,
You sit and gaze, as if your memory lies
Deep buried as the drift, beneath the skies
That brim'd those happy days with Joy
aglow,
When he and you, down meadow paths did
go,
st'ning to the birds song and the cries
That filled your haven and your paradise, -
Could but linn what yearning look does
show
Something ineffable; such sorrow there,
Unrippled as the pool that zephyrs hull,
Which holds all meaning that defines the
whole
Though grieved; -those lips compress d
would dare
The peaceful tears! Oh, you've grown
beautiful!
You are nations spirit and its soul!
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
World 100 Much With Us

The world is too much with us: late OF
soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our
powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid
boon!
This sea that bares her BOSOM to the moon;
The minds that will be bowling at all
hours.
And are up-gathered now like sleeping
flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
1t moves US ot,-Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan sucked in creed outworn;
So might l, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less for
lorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
William Wordsworth.
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
6 | E A n | n G s
From Our EXCHANGES

"A frame has been invented to enable
one man to operate two-man saw.
"A substitute for absorbent cotton has
been made in Europe from pine cellulose.
Each deed thou hast done dies, revives,
goes to work in the world.-Broaoning
Better to be small and shine than to be
great and cast a shadow.
The man who is always explaining his
mistakes seldom has time for anything else.
Immersion in solution of carbona te O
| soda will restore the color to turquoises.
Deposits of potash that promise much
have been discovered in two of Spain pro-
vinceS.
AN attachment to be filled with oil to
quiet rough water features new lifeboat
| anchor.
When obstacles and trials seem like
prison walls to be, Ill do the little can
do, and leave the rest to thee.-Faber.
The talent of success is doing what
you can we'll, and doing we'll whatever you
do.-LomqfelloaO.
To love and labour is the sum of living;
and yet how many think they live who
neither labour or love. Sir Thomas Moore.
The difference between the fool and
the wise man is that one admits that he
knows everything, and the other that he
knows nothing.
Don't to afraid of long hours or con-
slant attention to your work. Let man
do his work: the fruit of it is the care of
another than he.-,CarIyle.
Don't be content with doing only your
duty, Do more than your duty. It's the
horse that finishes a neck ahead that wins
the race.-Andreao Carnegie.
Widely separated settlements in the
Kongo Free State have been linked and
connected with civilization by system of
wireless telegraphy which covers 5000
miles of African jungles.
"A young man and his best girl entered
a we'll known cafe and asked for tea for
two. The waitress brought the tea, but
omitted to provide them with spoons. A
short time after she passed for the purpose
of clearing other tables, and the young man
said to her, "Can we have spoon, Miss?"
''Why, certainly, am just going and
you will then have the room to yourselves
The school teacher had punished Tom
my SO often for talking during school, and
the puDishments had been apparently with
out effect, that, as last resort, she decided
to notify Tommy's father of his sons fault.
So. following the department mark on his
next report were these words:
"Tommy talks great DEAL"
In due time the report was returned with
his fathers signature, and under it was
written:
"You ought to hear mis- mother.''
One of two darkies who ran boot
black parlor in partnership was Dragging of
his well-developed sense of touch, particu-
laryly in the matter of money. He boosted
that he could tell the denomination of any
United States coin merely by feeling it
His partner wearied of these boasts and
came back with this:
'Your sense o feelin' amt nothing to
my friend Marcus. Him and me used to
work on the Pullman down through Kansas,
Marcus had been on this route for about
ten years. One night when we was both
a.sleepin', long around midnight, wakes
up and 1 shakes Marcus and says: Mar
Gus, where are we?' An Marcus he Jest
rolls over and sticks his hand oct the win
dow and he says: Were goin' through
Ocuooo -
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
Melancholy Contrast

Oh, happy, happy childhood's day
When as the snow came down
We fastened forth in careless play,
Nor feared the storm clouds frown.
The man who once a SNOWFALL threw
In boyhood's merry flashes
Is in the cellar, very blue,
While sitting out the ashes.
He used to ride upon sled,
Or model snowmen neatly.
His pair of skates led folks to dread
That he'd be drowned completely.
No more amid the scurrying flakes
So jocundly he dashes.
Down in the gloom he shakes and quake
While sitting out the ashes.
Washington Star.
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
An IriShman in Court

Pat O'Connor was arrested and brought
before New York Judge upon the charge
of assault and battery. He listened very
attentively while the indictment was being
read, and when that was ended, was asked
if he demanded trial.
Pat, putting his hand to his ear, and lean
ing forward in utter ignorance of what was
being asked him, said:
"What's that?"
The question was repeated, and his reply
was: "'Tis no trial l want. Ye needn'
give yourself the trouble of thryin' me; you
may as we'll save the expense of that and
put me down innocent. Contint am l to
lave ye wild my blessin' on We; indade. L m
anxious, for me boss is waitin' for me byant.
Oh, no, no! tbs no trial l want at all, at
ALL
When the laughter in the court room
subsidized, the question was changed, and
the prisoner was asked:
care you guilty or not guilty?''
"What's thatl'' he said, leaning forward
again with his hand to his ear, as if he had
not heard the question.
"Are you guilty or not guilty?'
"Arrah, now, your honnor, how can
tell till I hear the evidence?"-
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14

-"Nearly every piece of jewelry mar
ried woman owns represents peace offer
ing"
-"Accidents will happen and a girl
might as we'll get used to having her heart
broken once in a while.''
-"And many poor man has gone broke
because his wife gazed too persistently into
the glass of fashion,
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
p o E 7 r Y
From Oar EXCHANGES
A Secret

A Secret
If l were an editor,
Noble and grand;
Dispensing the Truth
To the good in this land.
With honor and love-
For the Bards that are dead,
At times l would print
Good thing they have said,
One exception I'D make,
In my labor of giving:
I'd reserve the first place
For the Bards that are living.
If give them place
AS a brother of man,
Who knows to what heights,
Their genius may scan?
This is one truth I've learned,
In my labor of giving,
It's life that want
And not death, while I'm living.
-ET.
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
AT 7 EN- 7 | 0 n |!

Inmates are hereby cautioned not to
use the margins of THE MIRROR for adj
dresses of friends or other written
matter. If you wish THE MIRROR sent
to your friends, you are required to
send in their addresses to the Deputy
Warden's Office through your officer.
In this way it will be attended to.
j. SULLIVAN
Deputy Warden.
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
Chapel prngra,1t


The following is the program rendered
in the Auditorium, Reverend Father Barry
officiating.
March-Ihe Convoy Orchestra
Waltz-The Land of Joy Orchestra
Hymn-Tenderly Calling Congregation
scripture Father Barry
Flower Song-Tulips Orchestra
Anthem-Lead Thou Me Home Choir
Prayer --.-----F Father Barry
Gospel Reading Father Barry
Sermon Observation-Disclosures Father Barry
Hymn-Jesus KNOWS Thy Sorrow
Congregation
March-The Path of Glory Orchestra
r. ]. Reichkitzer. Musical Director.
population
Monday, March II
Number of Inmates at Prison.... 934
Number in First Grade.
Number in Second Grade... ..........18l
Number in Third ade..................26
Received During Week.. ........
discharged ........................... .........
faroled go.
Last Serial Number ...............5 5000
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14

-'Six feet of bathtub makes all men
equal"
Everybody expects everybody else to
set good example,"
"The road to success is slippery and he
who travels thereon needs lot of sand"
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
Tara's Harp

Tara's Harp
The harp which once through Tara's halls.
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls
As if that soul were fled.
So sleeps the pride of former days.
So glory's thrill is DER
And hearts that once beat high for praise,
Now feels that pulse no more.
No more to chiefs and ladies bright
The harp of Tara swels;
The chord alone that breaks at night.
Its tale of ruin tells
Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes
The only throb she gives.
Is when some heart indignant breaks,
To show that she still lives.
Thomas Moore.
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
HriHutr @fftrtaIs
Board of Control

Board of Control
Ralph w. Wbeelock, Minneapolis
c. E. Vasaly, Little Falls
c. ]. Swendsen, St. James
Downer Mullen. Secretary.
Board of Parole
c. E. Vasaly, Chairman
G. S. Reed, Sec for Prison
Rev. H. C. Swearingen
H. X. w. Scott, Sec'y for Reformatory
Resident Officials
I. 5. Keed Warden
]. ]. Sullivan ------------ Deputy Warden
]. Backland --1st Asst. Deputy
F. T. PiculelI-- -------2nd Asst. Deputy.
]. A. Humphreys-------- Steward
F. A. Whittier ------- State Parole Agent
w. K. Haven Dentist
c. w. Catlin----------- Supt. of Printing
Miss Ellen Nelson Matron
c. E. Benson Protestant Chaplain
Chas. Corcoran-- Catholic Chaplain
The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1918-03-14
Cell Changes
A to A A to B B to B B to A B to

Corrected to Saturday, March 9
The Cordova daily times., 1918-01-25
LITTLE MISS GIVES POINTERS
 ON STAMP SELLING TO ELDERS

She is a little girl, is Dorothy Me nenchie, aged 10, of Eugene, Oregon, and when she came to the headquar- ters of the Red Cross she looked up into the face of Manager Wetherbee
 and, with an appeal in her eyes, asked that she be permitted to sell stamps. She had no money. The managa r gave her 10 cents worth. In 10 minutes she was back and looking for more. The second time she came back she got 50 cents worth. By noon her total receipts aggregated $3.6O. Her suc- cess as a stamp saleswoman soon at tracted attention of the campaign managers and she was given place
The Cordova daily times., 1918-01-25
NEWS NOTES OF RED CROSS
 CHAPTERS
(By Associated Press)

BILLINGS, Mont, Jan. 25.-Seven hundred dollars was realized here re- gently from the sale of one Montana steer, and the proceeds all went to the local chapter of the Red Cross.
 The steer was donated by the Bill ings Livestock exchange and fatted for more than three months by the Billings Stockyards company. It was then butchered and auctioned off by the piece in the lobby of a local hotel.
 Several meat cutters were kept busy during the autcion cutting the carcass into suitable pieces. Several purchasers turned back the steaks to be sold over again.
The Cordova daily times., 1918-01-25

Mccarthy Chapter, American Red Cross, has been organized and the following officers elected: President, Mrs. c. F. M. Cole; Vice President, Mrs. Wm Faddis; Secretary, Mrs. Me Carthy; Treasurer, Mrs. Laurie. Meetings are held in the school house every Tuesday evening. In reviewing the work of the temporary organiza- tion the chairman made mention of the fact that so far there has been $500 raised and this amount in less than ninety days.
The Cordova daily times., 1918-01-25

Who wants a horse, 4 years old, sound, gentle, weighing 1,5OO lbs. and worth $200. The Eugene chapter has one donated by farmer, who states that half the money is to go to the Red Cross and the remainder to the support of the poor, fatherless chil- dren of France.
The Cordova daily times., 1918-01-25
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on one of the teams engaged in the sales of memberships, appearing on the street in the afternoon with white cap and apron, just like the others.
 Dorothy became an orphan when her father was killed while fighting with the Canadian expeditionary forces. She is now the adopted daugh- ter of MT. and Mrs. F. w. McKenchie, of Eugene.
The Cordova daily times., 1918-01-25

Joe Hansen, dOorkeeper at So- cialist dance in Portland, refused to admit three girls who were selling Red Cross buttons, saying that no Red Cross workers could get in while he was there. Joe had the pleasure of telling it to Chief Johnson within a very few minutes after it happened
The Cordova daily times., 1918-01-25

The local branch of the Red Cross at Pullman, Washington, realized the sum of $825 from their sale of farm products. Included among the ar ticles were a number of pigs, a calf, chickens, ducks, apples, potatoes, can ned fruit and vegetables.