"Little did I dream or think that the illustrious Samuel L. Clemens (Mark Twain), world-famous humorist, would ever rise to such greatness, when we sat together in school here sixty-five years ago," said Col. John L. RoBards.
"Mark Twain was not as bad a youngster as some people now think. I never knew a more kind-hearted chap than Mark. He never missed a chance, though, to have some fun and it was this that probably brought him the name of being a bad boy. Mark was a mischievous lad, playing pranks continually, but seldom, if ever did he commit what might be termed a wrong. His happiest moments were when he was exploiting in the cave south of town, which in after years was named in his honor. Mark and I have played hookey from school many a time, filled our pockets with matches and tallow candles and hiked to the cave for an afternoon of fun."
Col. Robards tells of an interesting and thrilling incident that happened to Twain when he was a mere youth. Mark's father, John M. Clemens, was a justice of the peace. One night a man was found murdered in the street and brought to Justice Clemens' office to await the judge's official investigation the next day. Mark hadn't been notified about the sinister guest in his father's office and returning home late at night, and not caring to arouse his parents, knowing what the consequences would be, mark decided to turn in on the lounge in his father's office. Here he remained until early morn when a vagrant mooning-beam revealed his roommate. Mark left and took the window sash along.