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Dominion, Volume 19, Issue 166, 10 April 1926, Page 9

Motor thief or “joy rider,” which-, ever he was, he got the shock of his life the other dav (says the “Auckland Star”). A well-known poultry man was standing in Queen Street, talking to a farmer from the north. 1 hey were discussing racehorses, but the topic changed with remarkable suddenness to a more " modern ' vehicle. "There's my motor,” said the poultry man, pointing to a car being driven up the street. Taking advantage of a temporary block in the line ot traffic, he ran across to the car, opened the door near the wheel, and with , one jerk of his hand, palm upwards, sent the usurping driver flying out ot the other. He ’is a pretty powerful man, and the borrower of his car ran off among the crowd with his _ head askew, as if his neck was decidedly uncomfortable. However, if lie is a philosopher, he will doubtless console himself while applying the embrocation, with the thought that the hand that jerked him out of the car, however lacking in gentleness, was preferable to the hand of a policeman.