Leavenworth New Era from Leavenworth, Kansas • 2

A II II A 2 Contributed articles of prose or verse, which we welcome at all times, will be published if clean, pointed and of genuine merit. Contributors will be expected to give proper credit, if the article is not original. THE NEW ERA'S WEEKLY SHORT EDITORIAL Next Monday the tramp of Labor's legions will shake the earth in all our big cities, again asserting soverign rights. The brawn and much of the brains of America will rub shoulders in that demonstration made in favor of the principle that men have the right to labor and to live. It is an annual protest against the encroachment of serfdom.

It is an annual demonstration in favor of liberty. The Republic in times of storm and great danger, leans heavy on these same shoulders, that march side by side in Labor Day parades. If there is majesty and puissance in the voice of this Nation, these men are back of it, as well as those from the higher walks of life and yet what walk in life is higher than that of him who labors, and eats his bread by the sweat of his brow? All communications should be addressed to LEAVENWORTH NEW ERA, Box 7, Leavenworth, Kansas. Register No. 9081 Editor Leavenworth, Kansas, September 3, 1915.

Got an extra blanket? Not a cent of rent to pay and we dare 'em to put us out! It is often wiser to plead guilty than pay attorney fees. Some scrap of something should be put away each day and saved. The anti-saloon parade in Minneapolis hadn't a single water wagon in it. There are those wlio will not do a good thing for fear it will be found out. Foxes are great animals to carry tails.

Watch them, when you sight them. Once started, their tails go fast. The Reformatory Press, Anamosa (la.) came out last week in a much enlarged form, and is a bright paper. Over at the paint shop they say that white paint dropped on blue jumpers produces an exquisite polka dot effect. It comes under the general head of prison styles.

Along the same line, it might be added that perfectly plausible four-in-hand ties can be made of shredded bed ticking. Two Chicago fireman accuse one another before fire board of being drunk. A paragraph is not necessarily a hot one just because it bristles with exclamation points. A criminal is a guy who gets caught and then discovers that he has neglected his protection. Eliza McCoy, Rockville, entertained many relatives last week at the celebration of her l(Mth birthday.

Heart-shaped beauty patches, with picture encased, are being worn by girls whose sweethearts are in the war. Mrs. Maria Di Gavini, of New York, just gave birth to her nineteenth child. The family comprises three sets of triplets. The wife of Thomas Banta, of Cleveland, refused to drop her mourning clothes when her husband, thought dead, turned up.

Chicago chorus girls on train to Milwaukee washed their tights and hung them out to dry on rear platform. Youngsters stole them. Rohland H. Conklin, a New Yorker, fitted up an automobile with shower bath and other conveniences for a trip to the Pacific coast. The Governor of Missouri has cut from thirty to sixty days from the sentence of five prisoners for good work performed on state roads.

Robert Gilkey died at Crawfordsville (Ind. leaving estate to a penniless servantgirl, and ignoring his relatives who crowded in, to hear the will read. George Shelly Hughes, proof reader on The Chicago Herald, will take a walk through Alabama to look for relatives and playmates. He was raised in Coffee county. Twenty society women of Chicago are about to be arrested, says The Chicago Day Book, on the charge of defrauding the government by undervaluing imported furs.

New York. Long Island residents were warned to tie down crockery and glassware, Fort Tot-ten's big 12-inch mortars begin target practice, seeking to hit a 20 by 30 mark seven miles at sea. Elkhart, Ind. Mabel Adams, dressmaker, suing Rufus Moran, restaurant proprietor, for damages, declaring blow from his fist broke her nose. Moran's defense is he mistook her for his wife.

Mrs. George Fisher, a widow, and her two children who were evicted from their home at 1814 N. Clark street on account of nonpa3rment of rent, refused charity and all slept together in Lincoln Park one night last week. What have you done, accomplished or thought out today that will serve you later on? If you have neglected this day's task, get at it as quickly as possible. Town Marshal Deming, of Helmetta (N.

arrested several pretty young girls for bathing in one piece bathing garments. There being no suitable lock-up he took them home with him. His wife chased them! Never let courage desert you, nor do you desert it. Wrong doing is its most powerful enemy. Guilt and courage are never found together.

When guilt appears courageous, it is desperation disguised as such. IN this issue will be found an editorial clipping from the Chicago Herald, regarding the new building at Joliet that will be built on honor. By looking it over you will note what a large sized bet that great paper has down on the honor of prisoners. Do not get the idea that they are hazarding this opinion, either. From almost every exchange, with but a small percentage of exceptions, comes the voice of confidence, in prisoners not distrust, and very often in times of most discouragement.

Yes, at times when it would seem that a few were intent on overturning all that had been accomplished by the right doing of their brothers. Almost every paper that comes to the exchange desk of this publication has something to say about some progressive measure being tried out or being vindicated in some institution of correction or reflection. All of which means more liberty and more light for the man serving a sentence. The fact of the matter is that the leaven of new and better prison methods is widely set, and favorable response to it is universal. This very naturally brings one to a more cheerful state of mind.

It is the very best kind of encouragement for the man who has stumbled on his way. It is a matter, however, of national economy and conservation. "Save all yoti can," says the thrifty man. "Save" is the admonishment of all our elders. "Save" pleads the good house wife.

Save our forests, save our mineral wealth, our agricultural products and our material here and everywhere as against prodigality and waste. It has been demonstrated that men can be saved. Then it is about time it were done, and it is being done with judgment, and infinite pains by institutions like this in our country. The slogan is no longer to break, crush and destroy what has already been damaged. The inmates of places like this grow very tired and weary of reading this line of editorial effort.

The man whose duty it is to read ten times as much of it as they, gets ten times as tired, but after all, it's a matter of whacking away, today, tomorrow and until our time is up, that everything favorable to the salvage of men in prison be accomplished, and when one's time is up, another's is beginning and it's some consolation to know that the next fellow will get just as tired of it as we do, but may accomplish a deal more. So cheer up! PUZZLED By Reg. No. 7P88 There's a hilly place down in Arkansaw Where a yaller school house stands. Trees grow thick round the school house lot And beyond are the cotton lands.

A little girl and a little boy Don't go there to school no more. They ain't no one to buy them clothes For their mother is mighty pore. My little boy and girl as bright As any for miles around, Who used to study and play there too, In fact, it was sacred ground. But they don't go to school any more, I hear, From their mother who writes to me The other scholars have snubbed them because I am in the penitentiary. My family has had it pretty tough And my wife cries late o'night3, I can tell from the many blots and stains On the letters that she writes.

There's nothing to eat and nothing- to wear, But they ain't nowheres to go When people forever throw me up To the ones that love me so. Now I can't figure out why that is, It was IK that broke the law And NOT my wife and the little kids They are handing it to so raw. I done the crime THKY suffer for it; What kind of justice is THAT? Why it gits a feller to feeling so blue He don't know where he's AT. HONOR BUILDING IIIK foundations of the new penitentiary at Joliet will be dug by honor men. The buildings will be erected, stone upon stone WHY THE HORSE? 10 be on a horse, going over dangerous ground on a jet black night where you have to leave everything to the trusty animal, and brick upon brick, by honor men.

In a thorough sense the penitentiary will be erected upon honor. This is the annouced decision of the penitentiary board. It is reassuring at this moment when the escape of several prisoners has created natural doubts concerning the efficacy of the system. Honor men are obviously not all honorable. No group of men in a penitentiary, or out of it, exists without some weak or perfidious member.

Schools, colleges, business, police organizations, armies, navies, churches, every human organization contains men wlio will succumb upon occasion to temptation. That much is to be anticipated. Armies are not condemned wholesale on account of the occasional traitor. Nor is the police force. Prisoners should be treated with similar sympathy and understanding.

The honor system will erect the new penitentiary, which, according to the old plans, was to be without walls except in one small section. The loyal men who do this work should not be the object of unwarranted attacks because of a few disloyal ones. The guards and officials at the penitentiary who do not believe in the men and who have no patience with honor as a principle of reform handicap the work. Governor Dunne is committed to the modern plan. He should see to it that his subordinates in fact as well as by wordsare loyal.

The new penitentiary' mnY tncn indeed be an honor institution. Chicago Herald. including your life, is a peculiar sensation. I remember a time long ago when I was called late to ride for a doctor. A very dear little one had taken sick suddenly, and was in terrible danger.

The night was black as ink and it was raining. About a mile of hilly road, cut by ravines and running for a part of the way along a cliff, where a mistep meant death by falling. I had to go and go fast. The horse old Charle7 knew the road, and the darkness could not blind him. When it was all over, I leaned on his beloved neck, patted his steaming hide and poked sugar into his mouth.

We had always been good friends. He was a fine chestnut, gentle as a lamb, and wouldn't tread on any living thing if he could help it. He was affectionate and cranky, but he seemed to know that we had to get the doctor, and we did. When a horse has traveled the best he can, and hauled you over many hot miles to your journey's end without complaint, only looking as a reward for a cool drink, a feed and a place to rest his bones, a man were less than human not to feel a sense of gratitude to the servant. It is hard to understand why people who, if they will kill one another in battle, want to drag this unoffending, flawless and faithful servitor in for slaughter.

It looks like international law would protect horses in times of war..