William Brookfield

Brookfield? Not Much!

Odell is a dangerous man. He cannot even play golf with another man without being suspected of assault and battery on him with intent to nominate him for Lieutenant Governor. But the idea of presuming that he wants to nominate William Brookfield for Lieutenant Governor! Mr. Brookfield knows how to be a political leader. He was an able chairman of the Republican State Committee. He is a past master of the art and mystery of glass blowing. Which is to say, not only that he understands the values of sand, but is himself full of it. Bit he is not a candidate for Lieutenant Governor or anything else. He is a devotee of golf and of music. His song about "A Rough and Roaring Blade, Who can always be told by a White Cockade," is worth going miles - Not to hear! He is summering modestly at Dobbs Ferry. Upon that fact, simple in itself, the reporters have built for him the distinction of the ownership of a fine estate and the ephemeral fame of a multi-millionaire, whereas he is really the master of a moderate competency which enables him to enjoy Florida o' winters, revel in the Adirondacks, midsummer, fuss around New York the rest of the year and haunt the links of Lakewood, Plainfield, or Glen Cove every Sunday when the weather is too fair or too promising to justify attendance on the Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church. No, no, he is not running for Lieutenant Governor. He is only diplomatically letting the Governor or any other visitor beat him at golf. He has had fame and he has had fun, and he prefers fun to fame, for all the future.