Brooks Hays

              Brooks Hays
By J. O. W'
Young Brooks Hays made a wonderful showing in his race for governor in Tuesday's primary. There is no dishonor attached to his defeat. He made a clean race, fought a brave fight, led a gallant host, and I predict that he will be governor of Arkansas at no distant day.  Stranger things have happened in politics.
The cry that Brooks Hays was too young to measure up to the responsibilities of the office was not well founded. This is a day when the business and political life of the nation is calling mere and more tor young men of Brooks Hays' type.
Going back into the records of the past, the history of the world is rich in the achievements of young men.
Shakespeare was 36 when he wrote Hamlet, and at that age Lord Byron laid down the burdens of life.
Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence at 32, a document that breathed forth every essential principle of democracy and brought to the western world the grandest government that ever flourished in all the tide of time.
Napoleon took command of the army of Italy at 27, and started on the moat brilliant military career to be found in history, a career that did not end until the people of France brought him back from Saint Helena amid the boom of cannon and the trickle of a nation's tears to the lordliest tomb in all the earth.
Sam Houston, the most romantic figure in American history, was governor Of Tennessee at 26. Before reaching the early thirties his restless spirit had led him into the wilds of Texas, a domain which years before had wooed the ambition of Aaron Burr. Houston made of Texas an independent republic, and destiny made of it the largest state in the American Union. Dan Moody is governor down there, and Dan doesn't wear whiskers.
Brooks Hays too young to be governor of Arkansas?  Not on your life! He is still headed for that exalted station and will arrive two or four years from now as sure as he lives.
Harvey Parnell is a young man himself and I like him.  He will make Arkansas a good governor—is already doing it.
The primary settled one thing definitely.  Arkansas is forever safe from the menace of Tom Terral's demagoguery. Tom's goose is cooked, his name Dennis.
Carroll Cona has nothing to be ashamed of in the contest just closed.  He missed the "splendid misery'' of the state's highest office, but the chilling tide of defeat will not freeze the genial current of his soul.  Carroll Cone is by no means a "dead one."
I stili [sic] love my old friend Ben Griffin. Ten thousand defeats could not freeze the warmth of his Irish heart, Ben will continue to bour-geon [sic] and bloom biennially until the Democratic party is no more.
-The Gould Advance [handwritten script]