From the Seattle: Post-Intelligencer, . In a community of growing apprecia tion of the fine arts, and showing spe cial leanings toward the higher forms of musical utterance, there must nat urally be much sympathy in any effort to give the prisoners in jails and stock ades every cultural advantage and op portunity for self-expression. In Seattle, to speak frankly of the community we have in mind, there will be found many who cordially approve the determination of Sheriff Stringer to provide two fiddles, a banjo, and possi bly a mandolin, for the use and mutual entertainment of those temporarily de tained in his custody. In declining to spend the money of the taxpayers in purchasing these instruments, the coun ty commissioners lay themselves open to suspicion of falling behind in the great onward march of civilization and betray an amazing ignorance of the soothing and reformative influence of jazz. But the music loving sheriff is not to be denied, praise be; and he himself it is who will meet the first cost of filling the stockade with concourse of sweet sounds. If the county can't buy them ,the two fiddles, the banjo and possibly the mandolin—he will, he says, making a strong point of the fact that he has under restraint, just at this time, ‘a long, thin negro that can put over a real show.” And who shall say that Sheriff String er may not be more wise than he looks or talks? Perhaps Lorenzo had the right idea when he said: Per do but note a wild and wanton herd, Patching mas bounds, bellowing, and neigh- Which te the hot condition of their blood; if they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turns to a modest gaze at the sweet power of music. The sheriff has had all kinds of luck trying to keep his prisoners in jail, stockade and other places of detention by the old fashioned means of bolts, bars and guards. Many of them have gone forth on their own account when they get ready. Those of us on the out side can easily imagine that jail with out jazz is sure to become monotonous and trying. It may be that there is as much of the practical as of the idyllic in the mind of the sheriff. Anyway, we trust that he and his proteges will enjoy the programs soon to be arranged.