dave forbes, 1948—2024

Sorry to see the reports of the death of Dave Forbes this past week; condolences to his family and friends. He was 75. Born in Montreal in 1948, he was a left winger who signed as a free agent with the Boston Bruins in 1973. He played four seasons with the Bruins and made some noise: in 1974-75, he scored 18 goals and 30 points. He also turned out for the WHA Cincinnati Stingers and played two seasons with the Washington.

His name, unfortunately, lives on in hockey infamy for a 1975 incident in which he butt-ended Henry Boucha of the Minnesota North Stars, injuring his eye and hastening the end of his career. While the NHL suspended Forbes for ten games, a Minnesota DA saw fit to charge him criminally with aggravated assault, making him the first professional athlete in the United States to be charged for an act committed during a game. The trial ended with a hung jury: having deliberating for two days, the jurors reported that they were deadlocked at 9 to 3 in favour of convicting Forbes. The DA did not seek a new trial.

tale of the tigers

Eyes On The Tigers: The challengers from Calgary endure the Montreal snow in March of 1924. They are, in the back row, from left to right,  Lloyd Turner (owner and coach), Rosie Helmer (trainer). Middle:  Bobby Benson, Bernie Morris, Rusty Crawford, Charlie Reid, Herb Gardiner. Front: Ernie Anderson, Red Dutton, Cully Wilson, Harry Oliver, Eddie Oatman.

“Canadiens Now World Champions In All Reality,” the headline in the Montreal Daily Star read, and it was true, and real: a century ago, on a Tuesday of this date in 1924, the Montreal Canadiens did claim the club’s second Stanley Cup championship, their first of the NHL era. They did so with a potent roster that included Howie Morenz, Georges Vézina, and the Cleghorn brothers, Odie and Sprague.

Their opponents in the finals were the Calgary Tigers, champions of the WCHL, who iced an impressive line-up of their own. Owned and coached by Lloyd Turner, the team featured a defence anchored by Herb Gardiner, who’d soon enough end up a Canadien himself, and the redoubtable Red Dutton, the future (interim) president of the NHL. At forward they counted on Bernie Morris, the former Seattle Met who missed the foreshortened 1919 Stanley Cup finals due to having been jailed at Alcatraz by the U.S. Army for evading the draft, and Harry Oliver, who was destined for the Boston Bruins. They also counted on veterans Rusty Crawford, Cully Wilson, and Eddie Oatman, Cup-winners all. Spare defenceman Bobby Benson had won a gold medal at the 1920 Olympics as a member of the Winnipeg Falcons.

Cup Champions: The 1924 Canadiens lined up (from left) captain Sprague Cleghorn, Sylvio Mantha, Aurèle Joliat, Leo Dandurand (manager), Howie Morenz, Eddie Dufour (trainer), Billy Boucher, Billy Coutu, Odie Cleghorn, Georges Vézina. Malone retired midway through the season and didn’t participate in the playoffs or championship final; his name was not engraved on the Cup.

Canadiens finished second to the Ottawa Senators in the final NHL standings that year, but then beat Ottawa in a two-game series to move on. They next had to deal with the PCHA Vancouver Maroons, who featured Frank Boucher, Helge Bostrom, and Hughie Lehman in their line-up. Having beaten them in a two-game series in Montreal, the Canadiens went on to dispense with the Tigers in a two-game sweep, beating them 6-1 at the Mount Royal Arena on March 22 and then wrapping up the Cup with a 3-0 win three days later.

The decisive game was actually played in Ottawa, at the Auditorium, due to the softening of the ice in Montreal. Art Ross was the referee on the night, and Morenz distinguished himself by scoring the game’s winning goal. He also got into a bad collision with Red Dutton, which sent him to hospital in the second period with an injured chest and torn ligaments in his shoulder.

“We are naturally disappointed in losing out in the final series,” Turner said, “but we have no complaints to make. Canadiens have a fine team. We hope in time that we will gather together a team which will come down east and lift the Stanley Cup. We’ll do it eventually. We’re not going to lose heart because of the setbacks we have received.”

The Tigers caught a train headed west, though they got off in Winnipeg on the way home, stopping off to cheer on the junior Calgary Canadians as they played the Owen Sound Greys for the Memorial Cup. Like the Tigers, the Canadians fell at the finish, losing their two-game series to the team from Ontario.

The two vanquished teams stepped off the train in Calgary on the evening of Sunday, March 30, where they were met (as the Calgary Herald noted) “a great mass of enthusiastic sport fans who appeared in a highly excited mood.”

The Herald thought the Tigers should have beaten the Habs but allowed that the Montrealers were a game bunch who showed “indomitable spirit” in their victory. In the youngsters Morenz and Joliat, the western paper added, Canadiens had two rising stars. That’s not to say that the Herald didn’t have a finger to wag. Several fingers, actually:

While Morenz displayed a flashier style in dashing speed and clever stick-work, Joliat proved to the hockey world that he is a youth of wonderful hockey brain power, supported by a wealth of speed, clever stick play, and an accurate shot. He is the ideal looking hockey performer, probably a trifle too “cocky” and somewhat disposed to “grandstand” his stuff.

Morenz and Joliat are both too eager to create trouble with small, scrappy tactics that spoilt herm as finished products. It may be that this habit has grown on them in their ambitious spurt to prominence in Montreal hockey circles. Experience will modify their conduct, no doubt, and when purged of these habits they should blossom forth as great lights in the hockey orbit.

 

 

(Images, top and bottom: Courtesy of Libraries and Cultural Resources Digital Collections, University of Calgary)

in politics and hockey, you fight, you battle, you drive

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It was 1983, another March in Montreal, and Brian Mulroney, who was 43 and the president of the Iron Ore Company of Canada, rallied a crowd of 4,000 at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel. He was not yet a politician, but he was getting there, as everybody at this raucous “Friends of Brian Mulroney” event understood, including a 34-year-old Bobby Orr, who showed up to pledge his support.

#4 On The Floor: Bobby Orr greets the Friends of Brian Mulroney at Montreal’s Queen Elizabeth Hotel in March of 1983.

Within three months, Mulroney would be elected leader of the Progressive Conservative Party. By the fall of 1984, he was Canada’s 18th prime minister, an office he held until 1993.

The Main Event: Brian and Mila Mulroney greet the crowd in March, 1983.

Mulroney died on February 29 at the age of 84. His state funeral took place yesterday at Montreal’s Notre-Dame Basilica, a 20-minute walk from the scene of that ’83 political pre-launch. The hockey superstar on duty this time was Wayne Gretzky, who was 22 that year, and still a year away from winning his first Stanley Cup with the Edmonton Oilers. He won three more while Mulroney was in office, forming a friendship with the former prime minister over the years.

“We’re such a proud country,” Gretzky said in his remarks yesterday, which you can watch below, “and I relate everything to hockey. In politics and hockey, you fight, you battle, you drive. I’m so proud to be Canadian today, to see past prime ministers here, the current prime minister, that’s what our country is all about: coming together, being friendly, helping other people and paying respects. And Mr. Mulroney was one of the greatest prime ministers we’ve ever had.”

 

no more mr. nice guy

Guy Lapointe is 76 today, so here’s to him. Born in Montreal on March 18, 1948, he stoutened the Montreal Canadiens’ defence in the 1970s, playing his part (with teammates Larry  Robinson and Serge Savard) in no fewer than six Stanley Cup championships. He played briefly towards the end of his career for the St. Louis Blues and the Boston Bruins before retiring in 1984. Today he works as coordinator of Amateur Scouting for the Minnesota Wild. Lapointe is seen here at the Forum in January of 1976 trying to contain Philadelphia Flyers’ captain Bobby Clarke and allow goaltender Ken Dryden do his job. Montreal’s Pete Mahovlich looks on from the blueline. Montreal prevailed on this night by a score of 5-3, with Clarke notching a goal and an assist. Lapointe assisted on Doug Risebrough’s empty-net goal in the latter stages of the third period. (Image: Fonds La Presse, BAnQ Vieux-Montréal)

concerning sprague

Hall-of-Fame defenceman Sprague Cleghorn was born in Montreal on a Tuesday of today’s date in 1890. Three times a Stanley Cup champion, captain of the Montreal Canadiens and the Boston Bruins, he was (as I once wrote in a book) one of best players to skate in hockey’s early organized decades, as well as being also, truly, one of its worst. He was mean, he was violent, he was somehow not arrested for his various on-ice assaults, managing to avoid being banned from the NHL for life (though he was much suspended). Also in the book I wrote that when you encounter Cleghorn in accounts of his hockey activities, it’s often in association with words like melee and fistic and in at least one case the phrase he’d kick your balls off. Sentences that begin with Sprague Cleghorn sometimes go on to report that on February 1, he almost wiped out the Ottawa team single-handedly.

Throughout his turbulent career, he remained unrepentant. “I never did anything to anybody,” he famously said, “who never did anything to me.”

Something else Cleghorn said, referring to sportswriters: “There was a time when some of them were calling me bad man,’ too, which is okay by me. Those boys have got to have at least one bad manto kick around every hockey season or they couldn’t sleep nights.”

That was in 1934, five years after he’d retired from the NHL to take up as a coach. It was part of a column he wrote for Maclean’s that year for the express purpose of griping about how soft the game had got.

“The hockey we were playing 25 years ago was a lustier, more vigorous game than the hockey you will see this winter,” he wrote, recalling the palmy days when Joe Hall split his skull open (twice) with blows of a stick. Another time, playing Montreal, “Jack Laviolette — a good friend of mine and a swell hockey player — gave me a neighbourly poke in the chest with the butt end that split a couple of ribs.”

“No hard feelings. That’s what hockey is like.”

pocket watch

Cup Captains; A birthday today for Henri Richard, who made his debut in Montreal on a leap-year Saturday of this date in 1936. He was 15 years younger than his brother Maurice, who had been starring for the Montreal Canadiens for more than a decade when Henri arrived on the Forum scene in 1955. Henri won 11 Stanley Cup championships with the Habs in his 20-year career, including in 1971, which is where we find ourselves here, as natty Jean Béliveau and Henri pose with the Cup at Montreal’s Hôtel de Ville. Richard succeeded Béliveau as captain the following year and won his final Cup in 1973. Montreal retired his number 16 in 1975; he was elected to the Hall of Fame in 1979. (Image: Archives de la Ville de Montréal)

non-stop

Glove-Side Gap: Heading into the WHA’s second season in October of 1973, Gordie Howe’s Houston Aeros and Bobby Hull’s Winnipeg Jets played a pre-season game at Montreal’s Maurice Richard Arena. The Montreal press deemed it a flop, based on the paltry turn-out and the sluggishness of the play (“Gordie Howe played like an oldtimer;” Hull “looking a trifle paunchy”). Mark Howe scored a pair of goals for Houston to power their 3-2 win. The goaltending was good (“major-league calibre), with Don McLeod and Ron Grahame sharing the Aero net and Joe Daley (seen here, above, in a moment of weakness) doing his best for the Jets. Born in Winnipeg on a Saturday of this date in 1943, Daley turns 81 today. (Image: Fonds La Presse, BAnQ Vieux-Montréal)

victorias day

Buffalo Soldiers: The 1896 Winnipeg Victorias, Stanley Cup champions. Standing, from left: Rod Flett, Toat Campbell, Fred Higginbotham. Seated: Atty Howard, Whitey Merritt, Jack Armytage, Dan Bain.

“The Victorias hockey team of Winnipeg obtained a pretty valentine from the Victorias of Montreal last night in the shape of the Stanley Cup.”

Those were the tidings from the Montreal Daily Star of events at the (what else) Victoria Skating Rink in Montreal 128 years ago tonight when, on the Friday night of February 14, 1896, the visiting Victorias, wearing a buffalo logo on their sweaters, toppled the local ones (they wore a V) by a score of 2-0 to claim the Earl of Derby’s Dominion Hockey Challenge Cup.

“The victory was a great one hardily won,” was the word from the Winnipeg Tribune, “and the Winnipeg boys and their friends here are entitled to all the honour and all the joy which the event gives them.”

A famous victory it was, not least because this was the first time in the four-year-old history of the Cup that a team not from Montreal had claimed it.

Played in front of a crowd of 2,000, the game commenced just before nine o’clock. Winnipeg captain Jack Armytage opened the scoring — “the air was split with good Winnipeg yells,” reported the Winnipeg Tribune — with Toat Campbell adding an insurance goal. “There can be no doubt the better team won,” allowed the gracious Daily Star. “The Winnipeg team is certainly the best team in Canada.”

The teams were seven-a-side, I should mention. Montreal’s star was forward Shirley Davidson (“never let up a moment,” said the Star), while Winnipeg had the great Dan Bain (later a Hall of Famer) leading its attack.

Nobody liked the referee, Alex Martin from Toronto. The Star suggested “some kind, charitable person” should tell him what an offside looked like. Both teams, said the Globe, were dissatisfied with his work, “claiming he was utterly ignorant of the rules, an opinion which seemed to be shared by the spectators.”

A couple of notes of interest regarding the Winnipeggers. Of the seven players who started the game that night, five were from Ontario, two from Manitoba. One of the latter was point (defenceman) Rod Flett, who was Métis, making him the first Indigenous player to win a Stanley Cup championship.

Goaltender George (a.k.a. Whitey) Merritt (born in Goderich, Ontario) earned high praise for his work in shutting out Montreal. “If we may be pardoned slang,” enthused the Montreal Daily Star, “he is a ‘corker.’ The Winnipeg goal might as well have been boarded up.”

Whitey Merritt is often credited with being the first goaltender to don leg-guards, as seen in the image at the top. It’s sometimes said that he debuted them on this very Stanley Cup night, though newspapers of the day mostly didn’t mention them. He may indeed have been the first to wear them in a Stanley Cup game, and possibly even in a competitive game, but there’s evidence that goaltenders — in Manitoba, no less — were wearing pads some years earlier. More on that here.

in firecracker style

The great Phil Watson was a beloved New York Rangers winger (later coached them, too), for parts of 11 seasons in the 1930s and ’40s, but due to wartime complications, he also played a single season (1943-44) for his hometown Canadians, with whom he sometimes refreshed himself between periods with a wedge of orange.

Watson died on a Friday of today’s date in 1991 at the age of 76.

Here ’s an introduction to him and his tumultuous (and inimitable) ways, courtesy of Robert Lewis Taylor in a classic New Yorker profile from February of 1947:

Phil Watson, a professional hockey player of twelve years, standing, has long been regarded as the most belligerent member of the New York Rangers, a belligerent hockey team. At thirty-two, he is reaching the peak of a career comfortably filled with action, honors, small fractures, and numerous cuts and bruises.

He was born in Canada, of a Scottish father and a French-Canadian mother, and his temperament is highly volatile. He often bursts into tears at critical moments of play, and the opponent who gives him a gratuitous bounce or whack is plainly inviting mayhem. Since he is by no means the largest player in hockey (he stands five feet ten and a half and weighs one hundred and seventy-five), his encounters with the opposition group are frequently more soothing to his spirit than to his body. Many times his teammates have patiently dug down into a swirl of flying sticks and arms and rescued their truculent colleague, occasionally gathering miscellaneous lacerations for themselves in the process.

As a result of his firecracker style and his exceptional all-around skill, Watson has always been a favorite of the New York fans. They feel that, win or lose, he will send one or two members h of the visiting team away bandaged and limping and sorry they came.

the montreal canadiens play their first ever game, 1910: strenuous hockey + hurt and blood

How did it go down, 114 years ago, when the Montreal Canadiens played their very first game? Let’s go to the tape — well, the newsprint, how about, by way of the Montreal Daily Star, which had an excited correspondent on hand at the Jubilee Arena on the night of Wednesday, January 5, 1910. To wit:

Five thousand men, women and young people, goading the players by voice and cheers, derisive yells and tumultuous and overwhelming encomiums, precisely as did other people (long since dust and ashes) their young athletes for the sake of strength and beauty; fourteen young men battling for victory, with as much passion and eagerness as was ever expressed in war; a tension painful in its acuteness, a struggle which took every ounce of power and endurance, every atom of skill, out of as athletic a set of fellows us could be imagined: an enormous expectancy which communicated itself to every soul in the Jubilee Rink, and which became, as the struggle progressed, well-nigh intolerable — this was the match, this the hockey, these the conditions, which marked the initial contest between the Canadians [sic] and the Cobalts last night, and which resulted in a victory for the Canadians [sic] by 7 goals to 6.

The Canadiens had been established a month earlier, you might remember, by the friendly Renfrew, Ontario, millionaire Ambrose O’Brien. O’Brien was in Montreal in December of 1909 and had gone to the Windsor Hotel in the hopes of seeing about the admission of another team, the Renfrew Creamery Kings, into the Canadian Hockey Association. Turned down, he then conspired, possibly in the corridor, with the manager of the Montreal Wanderers, Jimmy Gardner, to start up a whole new operation, the National Hockey Association.

O’Brien launched Les Canadiens soon afterwards to be a part of that, handing over the recruiting and running of the team to Jack Laviolette.

There was a subsequent attempt to merge the two leagues, CHA and NHA, but negotiations broke down. And so the NHA launched on Wednesday, January 5, at Montreal’s east-end Jubilee Arena, with the Canadiens hosting the Cobalt Silver Kings.

The Star counted 5,000 fans, but there were other estimates: Montreal’s La Patrie put the crowd at 2,500. Games were still divided into halves at this point, and teams played with seven players apiece, icing a rover, hence the “fourteen young men battling for victory.”

The Canadiens line-up was 43 per cent Quebec-born (three of seven players) while the rest hailed from Ontario. One of the Quebeckers was Didier Pitre, a mighty shooter and legendary scorer who would end up in the Hall of Fame, though at this point in 1910 the issue of the moment was that he had a court order against him to keep him out of the Canadiens’ line-up, seeing as how he’d also signed a contract with a CHA team, Le National.

He ignored the injunction and played on, falling back, it seems, to partner on defence with Laviolette, another future Hall-of-Famer. Canadiens had another of those in the great Newsy Lalonde, 23 years old, who played rover that night. Joe Cattarinich was the Canadiens’ goaltender. He later ended up as an owner of the team.

Cobalt had some skilled players on their side, including rover Steve Vair and centreman Herb Clarke.

The game actually got going at 8.38 p.m., according to the detail-oriented North Bay Nugget. It was Lalonde who scored the game’s first goal, which also would be the very first in Canadiens’ history. The teams were at even strength; seventeen minutes had passed. “Lalonde went up the ice alone,” the Gazette reported, “worked his way through the Cobalt defence and scored from the left of the Cobalt stage. He was down on his knees when he pushed the disc into the twine.” Joe Jones was the disappointed Cobalt goaltender.

They weren’t tracking assists in those years, but it was Lalonde’s shot just after that rebounded out for his teammate Skinner Poulin to bat in. Lalonde scored another goal before the half ended with Canadiens leading 3-1.

Riley Hern was the referee, the Hall-of-Fame goaltender for the Montreal Wanderers and noted haberdasher. He was aided, as referees were in those years, by a judge of play, who watched for infractions from the safety of the sidelines; on this night, Reg Percival was on the job. Cobalt apparently felt hard done by, but the Gazette’s verdict was that Hern and Percival “did their work well.”

They called a lot of penalties, with Laviolette being the main offender for Montreal, Lorne Campbell for Cobalt. The view from North Bay: “The home team were very dirty.”

It was a rough game, by all accounts, with the players hitting one another so hard that the dull thuds of collision were heard out on St. Catherine Street East. The crowd was all in, apparently. “Was there more tumult at the ancient gladiatorial or Olympic games, one might wonder, ” the loquacious correspondent from the Star did, in fact, wonder.

He was on a bit of a roll, you have to admit.

“And thus it came to pass that in the frightful collisions of the men going at breakneck pace, there was hurt and blood, and stoppage of play, and temporary retirement, and the leading this or that disabled player off for rest and care.”

The toll was fairly dreadful. “Practically every player of the two teams came off the ice showing signs of the struggle he had been through. The Cobalt men, without exception, were cut about the face. Although it was strenuous hockey and there were a good many delays as a result of injuries, only one player had to leave the ice for the match.”

That was Lalonde: he was the casualty in question. In the second half, he took a shot on the left ankle and, “touché douloureusement” (La Patrie), departed the ice. With Canadiens down to six men, Cobalt duly withdrew one of their players to even things up.

The game ended tied, 6-6. The band struck up “God Save The King” and the fans began to troop out. Four or five hundred had left, the Gazette estimated, when word spread that in fact would a sudden-death overtime would be played. The NHA had adopted the old ECHA rulebook, which called for overtime; I guess it took some time for Hern and Percival to straighten that out.

The teams returned to the ice, playing five-and-a-half minutes before Skinner Poulin ended it in Montreal’s favour. Final score: Canadiens 7, Cobalt 6.

It was all in vain, in the end, or, at least, didn’t count. The NHA was just then in the process of winning its war with the CHA. On January 15, after the latter absorbed two of the former’s teams (Ottawa and the Montreal Shamrocks), the CHA collapsed. The new triumphant seven-team league decided to start fresh, tossing out the games played to that point.

Montreal’s first game of the new schedule came on Wednesday, January 19, in Renfrew. The result was not so pleasant: Canadiens lost that one to Cyclone Taylor and Lester and Frank Patrick and their fellow Millionaires by a score of 9-4. With Jack Laviolette ill and out of the line-up, Newsy Lalonde stood in as Montreal captain for that game. Just for good measure, and to keep the records clean, he scored his team’s first goal that night, too, and another pair besides.

Lalonde’s speed and flash wasn’t enough for Montreal in their debut season: they won just two of the 12 games they played that re-started season, finishing last in the NHA standings, out of the playoffs. He kept at it with Montreal: along with Laviolette and Pitre, he was still around with the team when, after another Windsor Hotel coup, the Canadiens jumped out of the NHA and into the newborn NHL.

Opening Night: The Montreal Daily Star sent a sketch artist to the Jubilee the night Montreal made their debut on January 5, 1910.

 

 

the fixer

Bill O’Brien started his career as a railway baggageman in Montreal with the old Grand Trunk line, but in the early years of the 20th century he took to the sporting life, making a career as a trainer in baseball, lacrosse, football, and hockey that lasted 38 years.

Rinkside, he went in at the top, tending the Renfrew Creamery Kings, the famous Millionaires, of the NHA in 1909-10, when their line-up featured a galaxy of greats, including Lester and Frank Patrick, Cyclone Taylor, and Newsy Lalonde.

Big and genial and expert in the arts of skate-sharpening, sutures, rubdowns, charley-horse mitigation, and the all-round management of hockey players, O’Brien signed on in the 1920s with the Montreal Maroons, making his name with them.

“Bill O’Brien was more than a trainer of hockey teams,” Red Dutton said when the trainer died in 1944 at the age of 57. “He was an institution in the National League, known by everybody, liked and respected by everybody.”

The Gazette’s Dink Carroll weighed in sorrowfully at that time, too. “Something has gone out of sport in this city with the passing of his enormously kindly and competent man.”

“He had all the technical competence of a first-class man at his job. He knew anatomy and something of osteopathy. His hands were those of a natural healer. He understood the lamps and diathermal machines and kept abreast of every new development along those lines.”

He was an early advocate of fitness training for NHLers at a time when they mostly … didn’t do that. To keep the Maroons trim during the summer months in the late ’20s, he conspired with team captain Dunc Munro to see a full range of gym apparatus installed at the Montreal Forum, along with a rowing machine and a badminton court.

He went over to the Canadiens late in his career, and he was revered on their side of the Forum, too.

Away from the ice, O’Brien tended Ottawa’s football Roughriders, too, in his time, as well as baseball’s International League Montreal Royals and, in the early ’40s, the mighty major-league Brooklyn Dodgers.

In 1938, Marc McNeil of the Gazette asked O’Brien and another multi-tasking trainer, Eddie Froelich, to rate the major North American sports by toughness, which is to say, which was the most punishing on players. O’Brien’s ruggedness rating had hockey at the top, followed by basketball, football, and baseball.

Froelich, who was the trainer for the Chicago Black Hawks as well as baseball’s White Sox, the Boston Red Sox, and the New York Yankees at one time and another, put hockey, football, and baseball on a par. Baseballers didn’t see as much contact, of course, but he felt that it was more difficult for them to return from injury because of the movement needed to bat and throw and field. Hockey players, he said, didn’t generally absorb as much punishment as people thought: on skates, his logic went, they moved too fast to absorb the full force of most blows.

Bill O’Brien and his wife Mary had two sons, who turned out to be distinguished hockey chroniclers both. Larry O’Brien was a reporter for the Montreal Standard as well as the Star, and then a broadcaster of Montreal Royals games before ending up as golfer Jack Nicklaus’ publicist. Andy O’Brien started out as selling programs at the Forum when his dad was working for the Maroons, then graduated to serve as the team’s stickboy the year they won their first Stanley Cup, 1926. He worked for the Standard and the Star, too, covering 12 Olympiads, 45 Stanley Cup finals, and 31 Grey Cups in his time. Andy O’Brien also published a respectable shelf’s worth of hockey books, including Firewagon Hockey: The Story of the Montreal Canadiens (1967), The Jacques Plante Story (1972), which he co-authored with the goaltender himself, as Hockey Wingman (1967), a novel.

fire and ice, 1918: the day the montreal wanderers burned to the ground

Aftermath: The remains of the Montreal Arena after fire destroyed in on January 2, 1918. (Image: McCord Museum)

The fire was thought to have started in the ceiling of the team’s dressing room: a faulty wire sparked and flared in Montreal on a Wednesday of today’s date 106 years ago. By the time the flames had been doused that day in 1918, the Montreal (a.k.a. Westmount) Arena was a smoking wreck — along with the future of the once-illustrious Montreal Wanderers.

The Red Bands, as they were known, for the design of their sweaters, first won a Stanley Cup challenge in 1906 with a line-up featuring Lester Patrick and Moose Johnson and the great Dickie Boon, a Stanley Cup-winner with the Montreal AAA (a.k.a. The Little Men of Iron) as coach. They won the Cup again in 1907, fending off the Kenora Thistles, and held off all challengers through to 1908. The Wanderers claimed a third Cup in 1910, when the Montreal Canadiens, who didn’t win their first championship until 1916, were just finding their feet as a club.

Dickie Boon stayed on as coach all the way through the Wanderers’ NHA career, which is to say until the spring of 1917. That fall, of course, was when the NHA dissolved itself and re-formed as the NHL, with four teams taking the ice in December of the year, Wanderers, Canadiens, Ottawa Senators, and Torontos.

Coached by one of their own former stars, Art Ross (he was also still playing on the defence, too), the Wanderers were having troubles before their rink caught fire: it was hard, in wartime Montreal, to recruit hockey players, and fans weren’t exactly beating down the doors of the Arena to watch the games, with only 700 showing up to the team’s opening game.

The January 2 blaze started just before midday at the rink, which was situated at the corner of Ste. Catherine Street West and Wood Avenue, just a block away from the future site of Montreal’s famous Forum. Firemen did their best to quell the conflagration but it burned too hot, and kept them at bay. “For 20 minutes,” the Montreal Gazette reported, “the flames raged from end to end of the structure: then the boiler exploded and the entire framework collapsed.”

James McKeene, the Montreal Arena Company’s building superintendent, was at home in his apartment in the arena, sitting down to lunch with his family when the fire started. The McKeenes escaped, but “with the exception of a music cabinet and a bed,” nothing was saved from their home. The owner of the rink, William Northey, lost a “large Buick” he had in winter storage in an annex. He would go on, of course, to build the Forum, and later served as president of the Canadiens. He was also influential in shaping the rules of the game, in the early years of the 20th century, arguing in favour of switching from 30-minute halves to three 20-minute periods.

The Wanderers and the Canadiens both lost their equipment and sticks in the fire, but whereas the Canadiens rose from the ashes, the Wanderers … didn’t. Canadiens moved their operation to the Jubilee Arena, on St. Catherine East, and the Wanderers could have followed them there, but owner Sam Lichtenhein didn’t see a future in it. His team’s fans, such as they were, were English-speaking, and he didn’t believe that they would follow the team if they moved. He also wanted the other NHL teams to share some of their talent with his team. When they refused, he declared that his team was withdrawing from the league. NHL President Frank Calder and the other three teams wouldn’t accept this: they gave him 24 hours to re-consider.

Ashes To Ashes: Toronto Star article tolling the end of the Wanderers (and forgetting that the NHA had turned into the NHL).

But his mind was made up: the Wanderers defaulted their next two games before they were disbanded for good. Released from their contracts, Harry Hyland and Dave Ritchie signed with the Ottawa Senators, while Jack McDonald signed with Canadiens. At 31, Art Ross hung up his skates for good — as a player, at least. He took up as a referee that year, before going on to coach the NHL’s Hamilton Tigers and, in 1924, to invent the expansion Boston Bruins from scratch.

As for the Arena, William Northey’s company announced in mid-January that the rink would not be rebuilt until the war was over: steel prices were too high to countenance any construction before that. The rebuild never happened, of course, and Montreal lost another arena before it got back to gaining a new one.  A little over a year after the Westmount fire, the Jubilee burned to the ground. That led to the building of the Mount Royal Arena in 1920; the Forum opened in 1924.

Was the end of the old arena a death foretold? Another Arena Company executive went on the record that month with a suitably strange tale. For years, the company treasurer noted, the  Arena had been plagued by rats upon rats, which had been trapped by the dozens in previous years. “This winter,” the Montreal Star reported, “there was not a rat captured, only a few small mice falling victim to the catchers.”

The paper allowed that this only took on significance after the fire, declaring it “a curious coincidence” … and headlining the column

RATS LEFT THE ARENA
AS IF IT WERE A SHIP
DOOMED TO DESTRUCTION.

As It Were: The Montreal (a.k.a Westmount) Arena as it looked before the flames reduced it (and the Montreal Wanderers) to smoking ruins.