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The Lansing Bulletin Published Weekly at the Kansas', State Penitentiary. Entered as second class matter Feb. 9. 1912 at the Postoflice, Lansing, Kansas. officers 25 cents a year; to outsiders 60 cents a year; to Inmate free.

GOVERNOR ARTHUR CAPPER, Topeka Br 1 PARDON CLERK C. W. SMITH, Topeka BOARD of PAROLES C. M. HARGER, Chairman, Abilene J.

E. PORTER, Treasurer, Kansas City Mrs. J. M. 'MILLER, Secretary, Council Grove PRISON OFFICIALS J.

K. CODDING Warden C. A. TOLMAN Deputy J.T.FAULKNER HARMON ALLEN Chaplain NO. 4079 EDITOR i i An education is a possession which no mortgage can forclose, nor statute take away.

It's that that entertains on the bare floor of a rude cabin or makes a man the center of attraction in the great halls of the university. Let an educated man enter your home and if you cannot entertain him, he will you. If you must leave him for a time to himself be will go to your book-case, take down on old friend and become absorbed in its contents, unconscious of the fact of your absence Or if you have not a book about the place, not even an old Hag erstbwn Almanac, yet his cogitations are the most pleasant he wil 1 gather up some pictures from memory's card-basket and by the ud of his mental sterescope they will pass before him in panoramic view, pictures which he has painted years before on mental cardboard. If the day be warm he can go but into the sunshine and brush up his botany roses from the garden, rhododendrons from the mountain side, trailing arbutus, white lilies and meek little daisies will make one huge bouquet to shed its fragrance as incense above his head; and even "in the secret of a plain heart, he sees the key of the innermost heart of God!" He goes out in the evening and watches a glowing sunset; he beholds the clouds in gold and fleecy hue, vieing with each other as to which shall hide the sun's vision; and as he sees it sink behind the western horizon, he thinks of it-not only as the center of great solar system, but also of that God who is in the center of the universe. When the evening shadows fall and the stars deck the heavens like so many candles in the sky, and th meteors flash from sun to sun, the planets whirl away through the vast immensity of space oach kept in the path of its own orbit, he exclaims with poet: That very law that moulds a tear And bids its trickle in its source That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course It was a wonderful thing" when a Franklin by the aid of kite and key bottled the lighting" of the.

heavens. It was a far more wonderful thing when with two little instruments with batteries in connection, the first message was flashed through Morse's telegraph. Blind Homer spoke of the rapid car but he had not the slightest intelligence of a twentieth century car so rapid in flight that legislation must needs curb its speed. The process has gone on till the, human voice is audible from New York to San Francis. by the aid of tele-phone; and now with wireless telegraphy and tele-phoney the world is becoming one vast whispering gallery! All things are wonderful but they are glimpses or the peep o'day to the vast possibilities and capabilities of man.

man! thou art not only fearfully and wonderfully made, but thou shalt accomplish great things in the future that eclipse the present-day things as the twentieth century full-orbed man, surpasses the rude savage. The pyramids and sphinxes are monuments to the proud majestic Egyptian conquerors have founded for themselves empirespoets and phi-(continued on page four) memory, and, as the sting of conscience 'brought to their minds some of the hideous records of its pages, spurned by these they made their New Year's resolve! The "Book of 1914" contains 365 pages; each page had on it 24 lines and each line was divided into 60 equal. parts. There is a peculiarty" about these Year Books of ours, for we cannot see all of one page nor all of one line; but only one section of it. We therefore see only that portion which we are recording.

But what therein is written is indellible. If We have thought, a. good thought; a good thought or a bad one; if we have performed' a good act or otherwise all; the good, the bad, the indifferent are faithfully jotted down and the books each year, as they close unto us are filed away, side by side, volume by volume and that consecutively in the great archives of heaven. Our courts employ expert stenographers to take the testimony but for and against a case, and these are laid up in the archives as witnesses. Some one has fitly said that "our acts, thoughts, words and deeds are records in God's court and are laid up in ths archives of heaven as witness for and against As I am writing this tonight, 219 pages, 17 lines and 24 sections of the Book of 1915 are made out, and all of us are filling in the lines this moment, for all our acts, thoughts, words and deeds are being rapidly type-written by the cal-ligraph of time! How is it with you, are there any blots and biurs on your "1914" book? Is it a comparatively presentable volume, or is it a hideous record of soils, stains and blotches? You and God know.

One thing sure, as you wrote it, so it is. Go into the office of that bookkeeper every entry is properly made, every colum correctly added bills receivable, bills payable, everything from the Daybook to the Journal balances to a cent. Remember then, that as each year we write a book, and they are kept in proper file, they will all be gone over, closely scrutinized and accurately itemized by the Great Bookkeeper when he comes to, make out the grand-balance sheet of our lives. OUR RECORDS SHOLD BE WORTH WHILE. When we think of man and his wonderful accomplishments we are wont to exclaim like one of old: "In form how like an angel, in apprehension, how like God." Did God put us down here simply to get something to drink and wear? Did he breathe into our nostrils the breath of lives, and we became living souls, simply to live a few degrees above a savage? If we are here simply to chase the phantoms of life and gratifiy our morbid appetites and senuous desires, we are but worms and would rather associate with brutes than with the "just made perfect." "If We are not here to develop our God-given powers and grasp the deep things of life that we may be fitted for the life beyond, who can solve the phenomena or answer the question.

"Why are we created?" Wendell Phillips says: "Without education what is man? A splendel slave, a reasoning savage, vacilating between the dignity an intelligence derived from God, and the lower passions of his brute nature, dreading a hereafter or hugging the horrid hope of annihilation." Friday, Sept. 24, 1915 EDITORIALS "OUR YEAR BOOKS" On last New Year's morning many were the people who resolved to live spotless lives. They were firm in their resolves, but not firm when it came to putting them into practice. It was not so much a lack of will-power as it was a lack of having steadied themselves to quiet endurance as the winds of adversity tossed them to and fro. They looked out upon the, New Year's morning and said thus to themselves: "Three-hundred-and-sixty-five days are allotted unto me if I live this year out, and I intend that my record this year shall be the best in all the history of my life.

I will make no bad debts, no false moves, no fatal plunges. I will live a purer holier life than ever before, and be kind and loving to all with whom I come in contact." They had just closed the "Book of 1914." Its record had already been made out; all the acts, thoughts, words and deeds had been recorded. While the "Book of 1914" contained a true record, yet no power they possessed could alter it, for like the vibration of sound on the wax cylinder of the phonograph, it re. corded the harshest sound as well as the mellow-modulated voice. "What was written, was written." At midnight, December 31st, last, the "Book of 1914" closed unto them never to be looked upon only through the telescope of.