The Prison Mirror

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By The Private

The Eastern part of the U. S. is now on daylight savings time. As Minnesota did not follow suit there will be no change in our eating or sleeping hours; radio programs will be transcribed and released at the same time. This goes for boxing in the East, too.

Hard luck follows Freddy the cutter around wherever he goes. He was due for a visit from his Mom, she coming from the West Coast, but the floods turned them back in Missouri. Freddy can join them in California later on this summer, maybe.

The happiest man at the AA meeting was Martin. The news he just received would make lots of us jump with joy, especially Pat, the op, who has retained me to locate his missing hammer, says, quote, "Find it or turn in your badge." Looks like I'll soon be a working man again. Vik was guest speaker at the AA meeting and he really poured it on, the words flowed like the spring floods.

Being Prison Sunday for the Salvation Army (last Sunday) we laid the paper down and took off for the chapel. As usual a goodly crowd were there. Picked up a Christian Science Sentinel on the way, which was left over from an earlier service. This along with a copy of "The Upper Room," (which Earl the Librarian sent to me) my reading was complete for this one afternoon. The singing waiter gave out with a solo, the choir did the director full justice, along with the orchestra.

Lumbago, the tailor, lost his helper, Hazel Park Joe left for the colony. With Pritch out there the colony crew can get their buttons sewed on without sending them in to Rocky. Lumbago hurt one of his fingers on his catching hand. Soon as that heals up look for him behind the plate when the Sisal Sox play. George loves the game and Record and Smitty should welcome a younger fellow to give them a few innings rest each game.

When the population here took a dive in 1948, cell hall "D" was closed on July 2nd. It has remained un-occupied until last week when 17 worthies were returned from St. Cloud. Among these are Johnnie, the ex-mitt cutter; Bolongy John, Row, ex-gallery hop; Big Bill, long time in the laundry; Joe, ex-white wing of our main street, and the old sheep herder, Elmer, who used to work in the paint shop. Elmer is now chief herdsman and runner for the C. H. D. crew. Welcome back fellows, we missed you!

Caught Clarence the dry cleaner without his gas mask on the other day and had him give me a demonstration of how the new dry cleaning powder works on any protein based spots. The powder is diluted with water, then applied to the spot which is literally eaten and digested by the powder. This dirt eater is an enzyme and can be used on cotton, wool, nylon, rayon and on some acetate fabrics.

Having spent some time in the local hospital, our new argyle dispenser is feeling better every day. Chet is a man of mature years, has a pleasing disposition and devotes himself whole heartedly to his present assignment, even if it is a bit on the lowly side. Chet is a fine fellow to know. We are pleased to have you in this department.

NR

The Mirror sports writer should feel very proud to have Hawt and Hawf re-print some of his comments in his St. Paul Dispatch column. About once a month Hawf comes up with something he saw in the Mirror. That means he reads it once a month, if not every week.

People that live in glass houses can now throw stones, for General Electric Co. have erected a glass house, stones bounce from the glass side instead of shattering them. Of course, the head of the house can still come out and run you ragged for throwing the stones.

A large corporation recently fired its new efficiency expert. One of the first things he did was to put non-breakable glass in all the fire-alarm boxes.