Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 85, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 April 1915 — There’s No Place Like Home, There’s No Place Like Home. [ARTICLE]

There’s No Place Like Home, There’s No Place Like Home.

F. H. Harrison, city editor of The Valparaiso Vidette, and who writes poetry with the proper ring, has penciled the following very pretty stanza: I’ve searched across the world a bit For greener fields to roam; Each one I found a counterfeit That turned me, longing, home. Afar they looked like meads o’errun With life’s egregious game, • But, like the rainbow of the sun, . They vanished when I came.