Brown County (IN) Democrat, May 28, 1914, p. 5.
THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME TO THEM
Filled with the desire to see the world, to try the strenuous and
adventurous life of the wild and woolly west, the desire doubtlessly having
been super induced by the reading of cheap literature of the "Diamond Dick"
and the "Handsome Harry" variety, Lawrence Mobley and Virgil Brown, cousins,
departed quietly and mysteriously from Nashville May 18. John Mobley and
Will Brown, the fathers, were in total ignorance of the boys' plans, but the
lads had informed some of their young friends that they were going, without
fail, to the Pacific coast, but how they were to do it on finances totaling
a few pennies more than $6 they failed to explain. The lads went as far as
Palestine, Ill., and there they came to the conclusion they were on the
wrong road. Returning to Bloomington they took a train for Lafayette,
riding the "cushions" all the way, they claim. At Lafayette, however, but a
few pennies of the $6 remained, both were hungry, and when Lawrence remarked
that he could "eat a dry clip" Virgil began to cry and delivered himself
thus: "I want to see Ma and Todd (his brother); if I ever get home I'll
never leave again."
The boys were gone five days in all. We don't know that they "rode the
cushions" coming back. Virgil came home about midnight, and it is said his
parents were up expecting him, and when they asked him where he had been,
not a word did he reply but without hesitation marched to the dining room
and got his "feet under Buff's table," doubtless feeling that there is
nothing filled with more truth than the familiar old hymn, "There's No Place
Like Home."