Bromhead draws a line under his life

Peter Bromhead, the cartoonist who has died at the age of 93, would have appreciated the irony in the fact that his only newspaper obituary of any substance was written for the title he spent years competing against…and they put it behind their paywall.

Shayne Currie wrote a commendable tribute to Bromhead for the New Zealand Herald last week but it appeared only online. The one place I have seen it in print is the Daily Post in Rotorua, where he died. It republished Currie’s story yesterday. Apart from an eight-line brief in the Otago Daily Times and some online tributes, I could find no other reference to his death. By coincidence, the Sunday Star Times published an interview with him only days before he died.

It is sad, however, that the closing chapter was not more widely acknowledged. Although Bromhead’s personality caused issues in the course of his life, his body of work was such that it deserved widespread recognition in its own right.

The minimalist style he developed after joining the Auckland Star in 1972 became instantly recognisable. Those who saw his cartoons as hasty scribbles were mistaken. The style belied both keen observation and thoughtful rendition. The economy of line with which he captured the character of Robert Muldoon, for example, was masterful. It is, perhaps, to Bromhead’s enduring credit that Muldoon reputedly hated the caricature. Continue reading “Bromhead draws a line under his life”

History moulded by molten lead

You know you are old when the subjects in a history book are people you have met.

I had that experience ambling through Ian F. Grant’s Pressing On, the second volume of his history of New Zealand newspapers.

It is shorter than his first volume Lasting Impressions – 670 pages against 676 pages – and covers the period 1921 to 2000. However, it wasn’t the modern era that threw up names I knew well. I found myself recognising characters that first entered the industry before or shortly after the Second World War.

There is one particular photograph to which I was drawn. It pictures the editorial staff of the Hawera Star in 1948. In the front row is a fresh-faced Pat Booth who would later earn an indelible place in New Zealand journalism as a crusading editor and investigative journalist. At the end of the row stands Harry Dansey, still bearing the memories of the fierce fighting he witnessed as a member of the 28th Māori Battalion. Continue reading “History moulded by molten lead”