A Good Hart
THIS one is on Bryce Hart, humorist', raconteur, cartoonist, excellent fellow and debonair lawyer, of Auckland.
On the bench sat Magistrate Hunt, keen motorist and heavy magisterial screw-wrench to the loose knuts of negligent driving. The case before the court involved a motor-car collision.
Lawyer Hart was seated m court awaiting his call on another case, the while a long-distance witness held the throttle open along the descriptive road to the accident, finally piling himself up on amoral heap of twisted headlights, knotted mudguards, pan-caked tyres and other auto wreckage. Gazing blankly into the body of the court, his worship swept up the evidential debris with the remark: "Yes, I know. Just one bit of a bump and a . . ." (mentioning a certain breed of car) — "falls all to pieces!" B.H. blushed, grinned and slithered deep into his chair behind counsel who held the floor.
Bryce is the proud possessor of a car similar to the brand mentioned by the S.M. . . . and m suppressed tone muttered: "Gad! You're right. Mine fell to pieces long ago!" But you're all wrong . . . His worship was not referring to a Ford.
A Good Hart
NZ Truth, Issue 1168, 19 April 1928, Page 4