the end is nigh (begin the beguine)

The Curtain Falls: It’s that time of year again when the NHL wraps up its regular season and launches into the long (long) march to the Stanley Cup. This Frank Duggan cartoon dates to a time (the late 1940s) when hockey playoffs used to be finishing up in springtime: it was April 19, for instance, that the 1947 Cup was awarded to the Toronto Maple Leafs. This year, the Cup Finals are slated to get started on or around June 3. (Image: Frank Duggan, Ink, crayon, graphite, printed film and opaque white, McCord Museum)

on this day in 1940: leafs languish, rangers revel

Another Saturday, April 13, another Stanley Cup championship: on this date in 1940, the New York Rangers powered to their third Cup win by toppling the Toronto Maple Leafs in a six-game series that ended with New York’s 3-2 overtime win at Maple Leaf Gardens in front of 14,894 fans. (They wouldn’t win a fourth Cup, of course, until 1994.) Bryan Hextall beat Turk Broda with a backhand in 1940 to end it and claim the Cup. The final four games of the series played out at Toronto’s Gardens, the circus having ousted hockey from New York’s Madison Square after the first two games. Shown here, that’s Ranger coach Frank Boucher, hatted at left, during one of the Toronto games, overseeing Neil Colville (6), Muzz Patrick (15), and Alex Shibicky (4).

 

whooping things up with the red panthers

Cup Crew: An array of Montreal Maroons face the camera in November of 1934, five months before they claimed the Stanley Cup. From left, they are: Jimmy Ward, Lionel Conacher, goaltender Alec Connell, Hooley Smith, Allan Shields, and Baldy Northcott. (Image: SDN-077298, Chicago Sun-Times/Chicago Daily News collection, Chicago History Museum)

The Montreal Maroons only needed three games to seize the Stanley Cup 89 years ago, and today’s the day they did it: on Tuesday, April 9, 1935, Montreal’s long-gone, lamented second NHL team upended the Toronto Maple Leafs by a score of 4-1 at the Forum to sweep to victory.

This was the Maroons’ second Cup, reviving a tradition they’d last observed in 1926.

“Whooping Things Up With the Red Panthers” was a headline in the next morning’s Montreal Star, and the Maroons did do some whooping. When the game ended, goaltender Alec Connell (“in a high glee”) heaved his goal-stick into the crowd from sheer happiness — though “even in his exuberance,” the Gazette noted, “he turned around, anxious look on his face, to see if he had hurt anyone.” Mayor Camilien Houde was there, and hugged coach Montreal coach Tommy Gorman, who’d won the Cup the previous year with Chicago, and three more times before that, with Ottawa. He said this was the best team he’d ever handled (and that he’d handled a lot). The Mayor invited the team to City Hall for the following day, where he promised to present them with the keys to the city. Someone delivered a box of flowers to the Montreal dressing room, addressed to defenceman Stew Evans.

Oh, and Maroons’ feisty forward Hooley Smith got himself a horse.

Retired Leaf superstar Ace Bailey was the first Torontonian to come by to congratulate the champions. He was soon followed by Charlie Conacher, in civvies, who made a beeline for his big brother, Maroons defenceman Lionel. King Clancy stopped in, too, to clap Connell on the back. Leaf coach Dick Irvin eventually visited, too, to offer his best. Toronto’s managing director and chief agitator? “Conn Smythe,” the Gazette sniffed, “was not to be seen.” The Star, however, did place him in the crowded Montreal dressing room.

The abject Leafs didn’t linger long: they had a train to catch back to Toronto.

Most of the Maroons had been parted from their sticks, as it turned out, before the festive night was over. Many players gave theirs away on the way from the ice to the room after the game ended. Then also, as the Gazette reported:

After [the players] were in the showers, someone opened the door and threw out half a dozen sticks to the waiting crowd. A wild scramble ensued for possession of the prized trophies and tugs-o-war were the order with three or four fans on each end of a stick.

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 the age of meech lake, charlottetown, free trade (and stanley cups)

Fan Base: Prime Minister Brian Mulroney (and son Mark) alongside Wayne Gretzky (and Stanley Cup ring) watch the Hull Olympiques beat the visiting Shawinigan Cataractes 11-3 in a QMJHL game in September of 1985. (Image: Fonds La Presse, BAnQ Vieux-Montréal)

Sorry to see the news this afternoon that Brian Mulroney has died at the age of 84. Canada’s 18th prime minister presided in the True North from 1984 to 1993, which makes him the last Canadian leader to reign over a homegrown Stanley Cup champion. It was in June of ’93, of course, that the Montreal Canadiens outlasted the Los Angeles Kings to win the Cup, just before Mulroney resigned as prime minister. Whatever you want to say about the Mulroney years, they were good ones for Canadian Cups: between Montreal (two), the Edmonton Oilers (four), and Calgary Flames (one), northern teams won championships in seven of the nine years he was in office in Ottawa. Pictured below, that’s Mulroney in January of 1985 with Phil Esposito at a Team Canada ’72 get-together in Toronto.

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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)

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.

tommy paton: really a wonder to behold + where would toronto be without him?

Watching The Wheels: The 1889 Montreal Hockey Club. Back row, from left: Archie Hodgson, W.L. Maltby (club president), Jimmy Stewart, Billy Barlow, Archie McNaughton. Front: Bunny Lowe, Tom Paton, Allan Cameron, Jack Findlay.

Tom Paton died on a Wednesday of yesterday’s date in 1909, of heart failure. He was 53. He’s not much remembered now, but he was a sizable hockey deal in his day, with a couple of unique claims as a trailblazer in the sport.

Paton was the goaltender of the very first team to win the Stanley Cup, the Montreal Hockey Club in 1893.

More intriguingly still (say I): he’s credited with delivering hockey unto Toronto, in 1888, when Toronto had none, or at least not much.

That last bit bears some study. We’ll get to that, but first a bit more background.

Tom Paton was born in Montreal in 1855. His background was Scottish; his father was a prominent Montreal builder. He himself worked, when the time came for working, as an official of the Dominion Commercial Traveller’s Association and, later, as a manufacturer’s agent. It’s a wonder that he had the time for a profession at all, given his devotion to sporting pursuits. That’s where his vocation clearly lay, and he pursued it full-out all his life.

“A fine specimen of the robust physical manhood for which Montreal is proverbial,” a Brooklyn, New York newspaper called him in 1894. In the 1880s, Paton he’d made a name as a crack lacrosse player (he played forward on the grass, not in goal), “one of the trickiest players of his time,” it was said. He was a sometime teammate, as it happens, of another star of the times, W.J. Cleghorn (a.k.a. Billy the Horse), who was Odie’s and Sprague’s father.

As president of the Old Tuque Bleue club, Paton was an avid snowshoer in those days when tramping the drifts was a thriving (and competitive) pastime. Was there any winter sport that Paton didn’t lustily pursue? He was president of the Montreal Curling Club and one of the first Montrealers to go in for downhill skiing, too, in 1887, when his snowshoeing pal and fellow Scot, businessman (and later Major-General) James Ross, introduced what he called “Norwegian snowshoes” to Montreal.

Up And Away: That’s Tom Paton aloft, in 1887, trusting in his fellow snowshoers from the Tuque Blue club to catch him. Major-General J.G. Ross is in the group gathered below.

Paton was a key figure in the 1881 amalgamation of the Montreal Lacrosse Club with the Montreal Snowshoe Club that spawned the Montreal Amateur Athletic Association. The first game of organized hockey, you’ll remember, took place in Montreal in 1875, and in 1884 the MAAA backed the formation of the Montreal Hockey Club. Paton was busily involved in that, too, as an organizer, and when the team (known, too, as the Winged Wheelers, based on the MAAA logo they wore) took the ice for the first time in January of 1885 at the old Victoria Skating Rink, he stood in to play goal — recording a win, for the record, as his team beat McGill 2-1.

A later tribute to Paton’s prowess between the flags (there were no nets, yet) went like this:

He played in the days when the goaler had to be satisfied with the same equipment as the other players and it was no picnic standing up to a barrage of shots with a square, wooden puck cutting nicks out of the shinbones on every stop. Allan Cameron, who was as hardy as any of them, relates that to get hit on the shin with one of those old-time hunks of wood was like being struck by a rock.

Rubber pucks were in common use by the early 1880s, I should say, though that doesn’t necessarily mean the pain would have been much diminished. Here’s a contemporary ode from Montreal’s Gazette dating to January of 1890 when Paton and his MAAA mates beat Quebec 5-1:

… the Quebecs on their part made a showing that they need not be ashamed of. It was not unfrequently by any means that ‘Tommy’ Paton made a stop that ‘brought down the house,’ to use a familiar expression; in fact, he had numerous opportunities of doing so, too numerous altogether to suit the Montreal sympathizers. But they had no room for regret, for Tommy simply played a wonderful game, and the off-hand way in which he attended to ticklish shots was really a wonder to behold.

This Montreal team played in the Amateur Hockey Association of Canada, which it dominated, holding on to the league championship from 1888 through 1894. Paton and his shinbones played on through 1893, a season that ended with his club being awarded Lord Stanley’s brand-new Dominion Hockey Challenge Cup.

There was, it’s true, a protracted kerfuffle following this auspicious event, as the Montreal Hockey Club refused to accept the Stanley Cup from its trustees (more on that here). The matter was finally resolved, a year later. Montreal won the Cup again that spring, although by then Tom Paton had ceded the goal to Herbert Collins. Paton had retired after the 1893 season at the age of 37. Maybe because it was just time; he also did marry that spring, so that could have been part of it.

The story of Tom Paton’s career as a hockey evangelist is one that I wish we knew more about. Was he indeed the prophet who led Toronto out of the hockeyless darkness and into the light?

Alas, we don’t have any first-hand sources to prove this out but still, you’d think that Montreal hockey partisans would have made more of what we do know.

If you’ve paged into the first proper hockey book, Canada’s Royal Winter Game (1899) by Arthur Farrell, you might remember this passage, from page 30:

In Toronto, the game was introduced by Mr. T.L. Paton, for many years a member of the champion MAAA team, who chanced to be travelling in the Royal City. Mentioning to some friends that hockey was the winter game par excellence in Montreal, he was induced to write for a puck and some sticks, and teach them the sport. This was in 1887, and in a few years the game that electrified the people of the eats, was destined to secure a fast hold upon the sporting instincts of those in the west.

I like this succinct origin-story immensely. I know I shouldn’t take it literally, but I can’t help it, the idea that Toronto’s entire hockey history started with a single puck in 1887 is too much to resist. Although it’s almost certainly unintended, there’s something irresistible, too, about the ignorance that’s implied (what is this strange game of which you speak?), not to mention the suggestion that Tom Paton learned the locals how to play the game all in the space of a short visit before leaving them to their own devices.

Flying the Flag: It was on the ice at Toronto’s Granite Club on Church Street that Toronto’s first organized hockey games took place in 1888.

Arthur Farrell may have got the goods as he reported them from Tom Paton himself. Farrell was a Montrealer himself, after all, who was in on two Stanley Cup championships of his own, in 1899 and 1900, when he played for the Montreal Shamrocks.

It’s possible, too, that he based his account of Paton’s proselytizing on a feature in an 1893 edition of the Dominion Illustrated Monthly. The writer there, W.A.H. Kerr, offers a few more specifics even as he banks his account with cautious language:

Although shinty had been played on Toronto Bay away back in the seventies, when annual matches between Federal and Commerce banks used to one of the events of the winter, as far as far as one can learn, Hockey as at present played, was introduced into Toronto somewhat in this wise: Mr. T.L. Paton, the well-known member of the Montreal [AAA] champion team, was in the Queen city some five or six years ago on business. In Mr. J. Massey’s office he happened to Mr. Massey and Mr. C. McHenry the fact that hockey was fast becoming the leading game in winter in Montreal, and suggested the idea of getting Torontonians interested in it. With characteristic energy he telegraphed Montreal that day for 18 sticks, a puck, and a few copies of the rules. On receipt of the material the next evening some ten skaters turned out on the Granite ice and had a ‘little game.’ For the next few evenings they turned out again. Their elbows and hip-bones must have been sore after this and a few fingers skinless, for we hear of no regular games being played till the winter of ’89. In this year the Victorias and Granites played a draw, and St. George’s Club had matches with both of them. The following year these same clubs were again in the arena, and were joined by C School of Infantry. The Victorias and Granites again played a draw in the final match of a tournament in which all four clubs took part.

It’s this account that hockey historian (and long-time member of the Society for International Hockey Research) Leonard Kotylo used in 2015 to pinpoint the intersection of what he believes to be Toronto’s hockey kilometre zero (the Granite Skating Rink on Church Street, just north of Wellesley) and zero hour (Thursday, February 16, 1888). That’s when the Granites took on the Caledonians and beat them 4-1. If it doesn’t exactly align with W.A.H. Kerr’s account above (is this really the “little game” described?), I tend to think that there’s a good chance that this Granite-Caledonian could indeed have been Toronto’s first organized hockey game.

I do have some details to add to the overall picture, and if some of them unfocus the frame … well, see what you think.

Hurry Hard: Curlers on the ice at the Granite Rink.

First of all: Kerr’s account.

Bravo to him for sticking with the one, true puck angle: if I wasn’t clear before, I do love the notion that Toronto’s hockey history began with a single puck … from Montreal. It should have been preserved, of course, bronzed or embedded in amber, enshrined in a block of well-cooled and thereby never-melting ice downtown somewhere for all eternity.

Kerr puts a number on the sticks, 18, which adds credibility. And there’s the rulebook — “a few copies.” These would have been the McGill (or Montreal) Rules, considered to be the game’s first written code, which was first published in the Gazette on February 27, 1877. Good to have those at hand.

Tom Paton’s co-conspirators? With a little digging, I’ve been able to flesh them out, a bit. They were lacrosse players, teammates with the Toronto Lacrosse Club as well as officers in the organization. John Massey had been captain and president of the club, Charles McHenry treasurer.

That’s how Tom Paton would have known them, I’ll guess, and how he ended up at their office. If he took the train in from Montreal that fateful day, he could have walked up from the old Union Station, which was a little father west on Front Street than the current rendition. The two men worked together, too, at Western Canada Loan & Savings, where Massey was the assistant manager and McHenry a clerk. Their offices were at 70 Church Street, just north of Adelaide.

I guess it makes sense that it was bankers who brought hockey to Toronto.

Scouring a selection of Toronto newspapers from the winter of 1888, I turned up no mentions of Tom Paton or his visit to the city. That’s not so surprising. What I did find does shed light on the Toronto’s hockey awakening, though it also introduces some new murkiness, too.

Meeting of Hockey Minds: Tom Paton visited John Massey and Charles McHenry in 1888 ate their place of employ in 1888, the Western Canada Loan & Savings on Church Street, just south of the Granite Rink.

There’s the item, for instance, that appeared in the Globe in December of 1886 advising that the Toronto Lacrosse Club was planning to be out on the ice at the Granite Rink “two nights a week during the winter to play hockey.” If the lacrosse players made good on that, no further word of their exploits (or any scores) made the news. Either way, it does suggest that sticks and at least one puck were on the loose in Toronto before Tom Paton got to work in 1888.

Unless it was 1887? That’s the year Arthur Farrell cited, after all. And an item did appear in the pages of the Empire in December of 1888 that would seem to move the advent of Toronto hockey back in time. “Two years ago,” it reads, “hockey received an impetus here, but its progress was of short duration. Last winter there was little if any played ….” That would get us back to ’87, with “last winter” being the previous, post-Christmas season of ’88. Kerr, in his telling, does seem to allow for this, too: “five or six years ago,” he says.

But then I haven’t come across any evidence of hockey being organized in Toronto in 1887: it’s all in ’88 that you see the momentum building. And while there’s no mention of Paton, there is a fair amount of Montreal goading in evidence.

It is remarkable (as Kotylo remarked) that organized hockey was so slow to take hold in Toronto. The game was fully afoot in Montreal in the mid-1880s, as well as in wintry Ottawa and Kingston.

Toronto, which had a population of 119,000 in 1888, just couldn’t get interested. It’s not that it wasn’t a sporting town: wintertime Toronto was enthusiastically curling and skating in these years, snowshoeing and ice-yachting, boxing, walking (pedestrianism was a thing), racing horses out in the cold at Ashbridge’s Bay. As Kerr mentions, there was also (and had been for years) shinty on the lake and local rivers, a free-for-all version of the old Scottish game of ball and crooked sticks, sometimes played on skates but not always.

Granite Ice: Scene of Toronto’s first organized hockey game, the Granite Skating Rink on Church Street.

As for indoor rinks, there were those, too, naturally iced, mostly crowded with curlers: the Granite on Church (just north of John Massey’s offices), the Caledonian on Mutual Street, the Victoria Rink on Huron Street, the Moss Park, and others, no doubt. But hockey? The papers often bore news of what was happening on Montreal ice, with teams like Tom Paton’s, but the game itself just couldn’t seem to stick in Toronto.

Change seemed to be stirring in January of 1888. Maybe Paton had come and gone already? “The Toronto Athletic Club are making arrangements to play hockey at the Caledonian Rink,” the Globe advised on January 14. They were going to take on the Toronto Lacrosse Club, apparently, and then the best players from those teams would be selected to go to Montreal to play. The Caledonian Club was wary, it was noted: they wanted to know just how badly a hockey game would damage the ice their curlers relied on. The Globe had high hopes that they would see their way clear to hosting hockey: “they have a rink better fitted for such sport than any in our city.” Plus, they felt sure, the hockey players would pay to fix the ice they carved up.

There was a game — “a practice match” — at the Mutual Street rink on Wednesday, January 18, involving members of the Toronto Athletic Club, Wanderers’ Bicycle Club, and Toronto Lacrosse Club, who had “an exciting time.” No names or score were reported.

The Globe was doing its part that winter to keep things moving. “Hockey is a game in Montreal which holds the same place in the hearts of the people in winter that lacrosse does in summer,” it explained on January 23. “During the past week two teams have been organized by well-known athletes to introduce to the Toronto public this fine sport.”

The Caledonia (curling) Club had a team practicing at their rink while the Granite Club was getting into the swing of things a little to the north. “A private practice match between the two teams will probably be played on Thursday evening.”

Montreal was keeping an eye on all this activity. In early February, though, the Gazette was lamenting a loss of Toronto drive.

A couple of weeks ago the Granite Hockey Club and the Caledonia Hockey club were hard at practice, and it was thought that two well-trained clubs would give exhibitions in this splendid winter game about this time. Apparently the game has died on account of a dearth of enthusiasm by the players. Now, this should not be the case. Hockey is a lively winter game and is the only one that can take the place of lacrosse, baseball, etc., for the enjoyment of spectators. If Montreal hockey clubs attract thousands of spectators to see their games there is no reason whatever why Toronto people should not support this game equally as well.

The patient was still alive, though. On Thursday, February 16, the Granites and Caledonians faced off at the Granite Rink on Church Street. John Massey and Charles McHenry didn’t play, though it’s possible they were in the house to watch. There’s no record of how many spectators were on hand. We do know that W. Johnson was the referee and that the umpires (goal judges) were Messrs. J.W. Carroll and Totten.

The teams lined up this way:

Caledonian                                                       Granite

Fletcher                        Goal                              William Badenach
Temple                          Point                             Billy Donaldson
Harston                        Cover Point                        W.A. Littlejohn
C.P. Orr                        Forward                        John Drynan
McGee                            Forward                        Pete Green
Hurst                             Forward                        Charles Crawford

The teams played two halves, probably of 30 minutes each, though that wasn’t noted in press reports. Charles Crawford scored the opening goal for the Granites, which is to say, I guess, the first goal in Toronto hockey history. Littlejohn and Donaldson added to that tally, with McGee pulling one back for Caledonians. Another unidentified Granite scored, too, to make the final score Granites 4 and Caledonians.

The teams played again on Friday, March 2, with a prominent Toronto cyclist, Fred Foster, refereeing. There were some new players on the ice and some veterans in new positions:

Caledonian                                                        Granite

C.P. Orr                         Goal                              Charles Crawford
Merrick                         Point                             Fred Garvin
Nasmith                       Cover Point                            W.A. Littlejohn
Fletcher                        Forward                        Billy Donaldson
McGee                                   Forward                        McBrien
Temple                                   Forward                        William Badenach

The Globe report of this game doesn’t note who scored, just that Caledonians roared back to win 4-1.

And just like that, Toronto was a hockey town. It took some time to catch up; while Montreal teams like Tom Paton’s started winning Stanley Cup championships as soon as they were available in the 1890s, it wasn’t until 1914 that a Toronto team was able to claim one.

Where does all this leave Paton and Toronto’s not-entirely-immaculate hockey conception? My considered guess would be that the story of his visit to Messrs. Massey and McHenry and the subsequent emergency transfusion of equipment is a true one, and that it probably occurred in the winter of 1888. I don’t doubt that his gesture was an important one in spurring the city’s sportsmen to organize a game that had underway already by then, with local pucks and sticks, in some more or less chaotic form. It does pain me to acknowledge that Paton’s sticks and puck were not the very first Toronto had ever seen, although it is probably true that the city had never seen better quality sticks before.

One last observation: it’s interesting that Toronto started in with six-man hockey in 1888 while in Montreal at that time, they were playing seven-a-side. Maybe Tom Paton forgot to mention that.

with a beaver on top

Glory For Goalers: The Vézina Trophy was first awarded (beaver and all) in 1927.

And so to the question of the winter: what’s with the beaver marooned atop the Vézina Trophy?

Well, it was a question, last month, when Jeff Marek of Sportsnet pronounced his puzzlement as he and Elliotte Friedman went to air with their 32 Thoughts podcast from Victoria, B.C., ahead of the network’s annual Hockey Day in Canada jamboree.

Around the 50-minute mark is where you’ll hear the discussion, if you’re tuning in.

“If you’ve listened to the podcast long enough, you know that I have these white whales, these questions that I’m obsessed with,” Marek confessed. “In 1926, they put a beaver on top of the Vézina Trophy, Elliotte.”

“I cannot figure out why there’s a beaver on top of the Vézina Trophy.”

Marek said he’d asked Phil Pritchard, VP of the Hockey Hall of Fame and renowned “Keeper of the [Stanley] Cup,” but even he (“Phil knows everything”) had no idea.

Friedman, who did not sound similarly obsessed, offered his humouring take: “Big Canadian symbol.”

“No,” Marek assured him, “this was before it was the national animal, though. This is years before it became the national symbol.”

That was all there was to it. But before moving on to the next item of hockey interest, Marek appealed for help in solving the  mystery of the Vézina beaver.

First thing I’d say? I get it. I’m a fan of white whales, by which I mean, I guess, albino rodents: I have a whole menagerie of those. Marek’s preoccupation is an absolutely worthy one.

As an enthusiast of hockey oddments and eccentricities, I also endorse what I’m guessing might be his wish for a more or less outlandish origin story. I myself would like nothing more than to discover that Georges Vézina’s family, back in Chicoutimi, were prodigious beaver wranglers going back centuries. Or what if — even better — the goaltender himself kept a buck beaver as a pet in  Montreal during the hockey season, and that this beaver was named Samuel Hearne?

Alas, I have no such revelations to unleash here. To be clear: I come to you with no definitive evidence related to the choices made in designing the trophy in the 1920s much less the origin of the Castor canadensis Vézina. What I can offer, and will, are some fairly straightforward general speculations leading to a narrower possibility regarding the origin of the Vézina beaver relating to a second prominent NHL trophy. The possibility, I think, is a strong one.

So here goes.

First, Elliotte Friedman is right.

War Effort: Poster advertising Canadian Victory Bonds in 1918 or a national Hire-A-Beaver campaign? (Image: Library and Archives Canada)

The beaver was indeed emblematic of all things Canada and Canadian in the 1920s, had been for years. When Marek says that the Vézina was minted years before the beaver was a national symbol, I think he’s probably talking about the official status that Canada’s Parliament granted our dampest and most beloved rodent as a representative of our sovereignty. The National Symbols of Canada Act received royal assent on March 24, 1975.

But as the government points out on its helpful symbols info page, the beaver has been a part of our identity for so much longer, to the point that in our enthusiasm for beavers, and for wearing them as hats, we nearly, as a developing British colony, wiped them out with the lustiness of our fur trading. Beaver pelts, it’s been said, were our first currency; also, as per Margaret Atwood, “Canada was built on dead beavers.”

In 1987, it’s not necessarily salient to mention, but still, back then when Brian Mulroney’s Conservative government was negotiating a free trade agreement with the eagle-associated United States, Atwood testified before a parliamentary committee about what she saw as the potential dangers of such a pact.

 “Our national animal,” she memorably said that November day, “is the beaver, noted for its industrious habits and co-operative spirit. In medieval bestiaries, it is also noted for its habit. When frightened, of biting off its testicles and offering them to its pursuers. I hope we are not succumbing to some form of that impulse.”

 Startling stuff, if not actually borne out by facts: beavers do not do this. Still, it’s a myth that goes back beyond medieval times, to the ancient Greeks and Roman; while it’s not one of his fun ones, Aesop has a fable about this. The thinking was that the beaver, much hunted for its store of valuable castoreum oil carried in a nether gland, would make the dreadful choice to surrender its testicles to save its life.

 Back on the all-Canadian symbolism of beavers … well, I probably don’t need to go on, but I will.

A beaver adorned Canada’s very first stamp, the Three-Pence Beaver, issued in 1851.

Beavers have served long and honorably on the badges of many Canadian Army regiments, including the Royal 22e Régiment, the infantry’s storied Van Doos. Going back to peltries, the venerable old Hudson’s Bay Company may now just be a holding company, but featured on its coat of arms that hasn’t changed since the 17th century are no fewer than four beavers (flanked by two mooses).

As reader Matthieu Trudeau points out, another foundational Canadian company, the Canadian Pacific Railway had a recumbent beaver atop its arms from 1886 to 1968.

The Bank of Montreal lodged a beaver within its original coat of arms in 1837. When the bank officially registered its arms in 1934, it doubled its beavers — adding, too, a pair of what the bank describes today as “Indigenous figures.”

Toronto’s 1834 coat of arms.

And then there are cities, of course, lots of those, including Montreal and Toronto. When William Lyon Mackenzie designed the latter’s original coat of arms in 1834, Montreal had already had its first edition in place for a year, designed by the first mayor, Jacques Viger, featuring double beavers.

Interestingly, in 1921, when government officially authorized (with King George V’s approval) the Arms of Canada, a stout unicorn, rampant lions, and a bosomy harp all made the cut, but no beaver. (The harp lost its bust in later renovations.)

No-Beaver Zone: The Arms of Canada, officially authorized in 1921, shunned our best-loved sodden, ratty rodent. (Image: Library and Archives Canada)

Regarding the beaver deficit, Thomas Mulvey, undersecretary for state and a member of the design committee, addressed this at the time. You don’t have to like it, but I don’t know if you can fault the reasoning. “The Committee having charge of the recommendation of Arms,” he said,

considered fully the suggestion that the Beaver should be included, and it was decided that as a member of the Rat Family, a Beaver was not appropriate and would not look well on the device. One example of the objections raised is quite well known. The Canadian Merchant Marine displayed a Beaver on their House-Flag, and they have ever since been colloquially known as ‘The Rat Line.’ As your correspondent says, the Lion is not the representative of Canada except in so far as Canada is a part of the British Empire, and in this connection it was considered appropriate to have the Lion hold the Maple Leaf.

I don’t know if heraldry has coined a term for a self-harming animals, but it does have one for those posing in the position that Georges Vézina’s beaver has assumed, which is couchant, “lying down with head raised.”

An upright (begging?) beaver tops hockey’s John Ross Robertson Cup (Intermediate) from 1910.

I should say, also, before we go too much further, that hockey trophies did regularly adorn themselves with beavers in the sport’s early era. John Ross Robertson, newspaper publisher, MP,  and president of the OHA, donated three trophies for amateur hockey in his time, including a John Ross Robertson Cup for intermediate hockey in 1910 that features a beaver on top. He is definitely non-couchant, I would note, affecting more of an upright, supplicating posture. (The 1899 senior-hockey JRR Cup features fearsome clambering lions.)

First presented in 1921, when the Dominion Bank prevailed, the Canadian Bankers Hockey Association Challenge Cup also boasts a beaver. He is couchant, but in an alert kind of way, as though he’s ready to leap at any moment to a safer perch.

The Canadian Bankers Hockey Association Challenge Cup, first awarded in 1921.

As of January, both of these beavered trophies are on display at Toronto’s Hockey Hall of Fame, just downstairs from the Great Hall where the Vézina (and the Prince of Wales) reside.

Turning to the specific case of the trophy that the NHL awards annually to the most puck-resistant of its goaltenders, here’s where I posit my theory that the Vézina beaver took its cue from the ornamentation of another NHL trophy that came to be in the mid-1920s.

Georges Vézina’s shocking death came in March of 1926, when he was 39. Already, by then, the NHL’s collection of silverware was in a full-on growth spurt.

The proud old Stanley Cup (b. 1893) was firmly established, of course, at the top of the food chain, and the O’Brien Trophy was still kicking around. Simple as it was in its early incarnation, the Stanley Cup had a grandeur to it, battered through it was. The O’Brien (1910), by comparison, was more exuberant —  grandiloquent, even. Commissioned by Senator Michael J. O’Brien, the logging and mining magnate who helped launch the NHA, it was fashioned from silver from a Cobalt, Ontario, mine of his, as well as bronze reliefs, and wood, with hunkered hockey players on top.

When the NHA disappeared in November of 1917 and was instantly resurrected as the NHL, the new league stocked its trophy cabinet with just those two. There were no trophies, yet, recognizing individual achievement.

The first came along in in March of 1924, when Montreal physician Dr. David A. Hart (father of Canadiens’ director and soon-to-be coach Cecil Hart) donated a cup to celebrate the NHL’s most valuable player. Frank Nighbor, captain of the Ottawa Senators won the first of those. A year later, when Her Excellency The Lady Byng of Vimy donated her cup, honouring (and hoping to further encourage) gentlemanly hockey, Nighbor was the winner again.

In design, both of those cups were serviceable if fairly rudimentary.

Not so the next trophy to arrive on the NHL scene. In the fall of 1925, when the future King Edward VIII saw fit to bestow a trophy on the NHL, the one he sent over from London was a lavish one, said to be valued at C$2,500 — about $43,000 in today’s dollars.

What was he up to? Why the sudden interest in hockey?

Well, the then-Prince of Wales was Canada’s king-in-waiting, and that might have been reason enough to attempt to ingratiate himself with the population for sending over a hockey trophy. He was a keen sportsman, too, and actually had demonstrated a not so new keenness for hockey as recently as February of 1924, when he received the Canadian Olympic hockey team, who’d just won gold at Chamonix, in his residence at St. James’ Palace in London.

The Prince had an arm in a sling from an unspecified accident, so he had to shake with his left, which he did, whereupon he “started a general conversation about hockey on  which he showed himself well posted,” the Toronto Daily Star remarked. He a was a skater, he said. He told them that he liked hockey, but whenever he was in Canada, it was the wrong season for attending a game. These were the Granites he was meeting, Dunc Munro, Hooley Smith, et al., so the Prince played to his crowd and told them that he though Toronto “must be a wonderful hockey centre.”

It’s worth remembering that the Prince of Wales was also in the 1920s a Canadian homeowner, having bought a ranch in Pekisko, Alberta (near High River) in 1919. He spent time there after seeing our Olympians, during a North American tour in the summer of ’24, which meant that he still didn’t get to a hockey game. This Canadian jaunt may well have focussed his thinking, though.

Did he ever get to an NHL game? I don’t know about that; I don’t think so.

H.R.Hockeyness: The Prince of Wales Trophy made its debut in 1925.

It was a year later that the Prince of Wales Trophy, tall and silvery, arrived on the scene.

It had its coming-out party in New York, where it debuted on opening night for the NHL at the old Madison Square Garden as the brand-new New York Americans took on the Montreal Canadiens in December of 1925. The winner of that game would claim the trophy, and keep it until the end of the season, it was announced. After that, it would be awarded to the NHL champion, annually. (The Stanley Cup remained hockey’s ultimate prize, with teams from the western leagues still in the running, for another year.)

The mayor-elect of New York, Jimmy Walker, presented the new trophy to the Canadiens when they beat the Americans by a score of 3-1. This might have been the Prince’s best chance to get himself to a hockey game but, no, he was otherwise occupied, in London, where he was presiding that day back at St. James’ Palace in his role as Grand President of the League of Mercy, something that the NHL of this era was definitely not.

The Prince of Wales Trophy would, in subsequent years, shift its identity. After the NHL took over the Stanley Cup for its very own in 1927, it became the reward for the team finishing atop the standings of the NHL’s American Division while the O’Brien went to the top team on the Canadian side. In subsequent years, its meaning changed no fewer than five more times

In the meantime, the Canadiens took the P of W with them back to Montreal. Leo Dandurand was the co-owner and managing director and so it was under his watch that the new trophy was sent to the engravers, to have the team’s name etched upon it … twice. Sounds like a bit of a liberty, but the Canadiens saw fit to recognize not just that single-game 1925 win, but also, retrospectively, their 1923-24 NHL championship.

In the spring of 1926, the Prince of Wales Trophy went on public display in downtown Montreal, in the window of Mappin & Webb, the fancy English jeweller and silversmiths, at 353 St. Catherine Street West, east of the Forum.

The Canadiens’ new silverware notwithstanding, this was a sad season in Montreal. Vézina had played just a single period in the team’s opening game in November of ’25. He was diagnosed soon after with tuberculosis and in early December, departed Montreal for his hometown of Chicoutimi. By the time Montreal got to New York in December, the team was on its second replacement, having just signed Herb Rheaume (who made his debut the night the won the Prince of Wales) to see whether he was an improvement over Frenchy Lacroix, who’d been trying to hold the fort.

Vézina’s wife, Stella, was soon writing to Dandurand with what seemed like hopeful tidings. “Georges was getting right down to obeying doctor’s orders,” was how the Montreal Daily Star reported the somewhat awkward upshot of her letter. “He was keeping to his bed and sleeping outdoors right along. Her husband had no fever at the time Mrs. Vézina penned her message, she said.”

He didn’t recover, of course. Georges Vézina died in hospital in Chicoutimi on March 27, 1926 at the age of 39.

And the beaver? Yes, getting there. At some point in the months that followed, Dandurand and the Canadiens decided to donate a trophy in his name. Maybe this was already in motion during the last months of his illness. This is where I think — and this, I emphasize, is only conjecture on my part — I’m proposing that the Vézina’s design was influenced by that of the Prince of Wales Trophy.

Again, there’s no public record of the decision-making process, nothing on who designed the trophy itself. A Montreal newspaper did describe the opulence of the Prince of Wales Trophy on view that month to passersby of Mappin & Webb:

The cup, emblematic of the National Hockey League championship, is of solid silver; stands, with base, over three feet, and is surmounted with silver fleurs-de-lys, under which is engraved the Prince’s motto, “Ich Dien.” The main body of the trophy is supported by four silver hockey sticks, which are “taped” with strips of gold. Resting on the base are four gold hockey pucks, while a block of crystal, rough-cut to represent a small lump of ice, is placed in the centre of the stand, underneath the cup. On the face of the trophy, in raised letters on a silver plate, is the inscription. “H.R.H. the Prince of Wales Trophy.” The Canadian arms in gold are inserted on the reverse, while a silver frieze of pine-cone design encircles the cup.

It really is something to see. The only thing missing in that description is the fact that the American arms appear, too, in gold, on the front of the trophy, complete with resplendent eagle and scrolled U.S. motto (in Latin), “E pluribus unum,”(“Out of many, one”) to go with the Prince’s German maxim, “I serve.”

Canada’s own Latin reminder, I will note, is missing from the Prince of Wales Trophy, “A Mari Usque Ad Mare” “From Sea to Sea.” I don’t know why that is, but I can speak to the absence of any castor canadensis: because, as discussed, the beaver was left off the Canadian arms for its rattiness, none features on the Prince of Wales Trophy among the profusion of thistles, maple leaves, galleons, lions, or fishes depicted there.

So here’s my thinking. As Leo Dandurand considered what a Vézina Trophy might look like, the Prince of Wales was on his mind. For all its lustre, it was lacking Canadian motifs. Did that catch his attention? The description of the Cup in the window forgets to mention that the P of W is topped by a silvery rendering of three ostrich feathers encircled by a gold coronet, another royal enhancement.

It’s just possible that Dandurand was in a conversation with those feathers when he decided on the design of the new Vézina. (If it was, indeed, him.) If he wasn’t going to match the Prince of Wales in extravagance, maybe it was enough to answer its symbols. I’m not going to call the Vézina’s design a repudiation of the Prince of Wales and its ostrich plumage, but if you were in a repudiating mood, how better to express it than with a puck and a beaver? Are there two better assertions of Canadian sovereignty?

There is, of course, the problem of scale: that is the question of the moment, for me, about the Vézina (Jeff Marek is welcome to join in any subsequent investigation): why is the beaver atop the Vézina dwarfed by the puck he’s summited?

The first public notice that was trophy was a reality came in May of 1927, at a post-season banquet in Montreal honouring another Hab superstar, Howie Morenz.

The Montreal Daily Star was there to report it: “Leo Dandurand told those present that the directors of the club had held a meeting and definitely decided the conditions under which the cup would be won. It will be called the Georges Vézina Memorial Cup, and will go to the goalkeeper in the National Hockey League, who is adjudged best. He must have the best all-round average.”

It doesn’t sound like the trophy itself attended that event in May. It would seem to have been out and about not so long afterwards, though: in August of 1927, Vézina’s hometown paper weighed in with a review. “The Vézina Trophy is one of the finest works of art the league can boast and is a worthy tribute to the legacy of the famous Vézina,” declared the Progrès du Saguenay from Chicoutimi.

The first winner was, fittingly, the man who’d taken over Vézina’s net at the beginning of the 1926-27 season, Montreal’s own George Hainsworth. His ongoing excellence might be considered as another tribute to Vézina’s legacy: Hainsworth hung on to the trophy for a further two seasons after that.

silver & dollard

In Cars: Born in Verdun, Quebec, on a Sunday of today’s date in 1929, Dollard St. Laurent was a doughty defenceman who helped the Montreal Canadiens claim four Stanley Cup championships during the 1950s. He added another to his CV with the Chicago Black Hawks in 1961. He’s riding here in the parade Montreal arranged on Saturday, April 14, 1956 to celebrate the Habs’ victory over the Detroit Red Wings. An estimated 500,000 well-wishers filled the streets that day to hail the players as they toured the streets of the city on a seven-hour odyssey. St. Laurent died in 2015 at the age of 85.

leafmania, 1962: beating chicago wasn’t as tough as this

Cup Runneth Downtown: Leaf captain George Armstrong escorts the Stanley Cup to Toronto’s City Hall on this day 61 years ago. (That’s team co-owner Harold Ballard by his elbow.) (Image: Frank Teskey, Toronto Star, Toronto Public Library)

Not trying to jinx anybody or plan parades ahead of their time: all this, please note, is just facts. Let the record show (because it does) that in Toronto, in the early 1960s, this April week was the onein which the local Maple Leafs won Stanley Cup championships.

There were three of them in a row, you might remember, from 1962 through 1964. I don’t (remember), this was before my time, but I’ve looked up those championships, done some studying of the city’s reaction, and discovered that it was, in a word, joyous.

It was on a Saturday of today’s date in ’64 that the Leafs wrapped up their third consecutive Cup, beating the Detroit Red Wings 4-0 at Maple Leaf Gardens to take the series in seven games. Andy Bathgate scored the winner for Toronto, while Johnny Bower recorded the shutout.

In ’62, the Leafs ended the series against the Black Hawks at Chicago Stadium on April 22, with Dick Duff scoring the winner in a 2-1 victory (Don Simmons was in the Toronto crease). Three days later, on a Wednesday of this very date 61 years ago, the Leafs were back in Toronto to show the Cup to a city that had been waiting since 1951 (cue the Bill Barilko song) for the Leafs to get in gear again. Toronto’s police weren’t prepared for the crowd that showed up around (Old) City Hall to greet the team; not wanting to get too specific, they later estimated that the mass numbered between 50,000 and 100,00 people. Though larger throngs had gathered in Toronto before, officials said they’d never seen one so very dense before.

The team paraded in via a fleet of convertibles to meet Mayor Nathan Phillips. That was the plan, anyway, but the mayhem forced many of the Leafs from their cars two blocks away, which meant that they continued on foot to City Hall under police escort. Here’s Al Nickleson from the Globe and Mail describing that trek:

On the way they were deluged in confetti and streamers and plagued by souvenir seekers and well-wishers. Fans plucked handkerchiefs from Leaf pockets, grabbed at their neckties and arms and banged them on the back. One boy attempted to pull the watch from the wrist of utility player Johnny MacMillan.

Majority of the crowd was made up of teenagers and there were feminine shrieks of “I touched him, I touched him,” as a Leaf went by.

“Beating Chicago in the Stanley Cup final wasn’t as tough as this,” shouted Leaf captain George Armstrong as he bulled his way through the pack.

The mammoth gathering ranged from kids in carriages to oldsters with canes, and it was a minor miracle someone wasn’t trampled or otherwise injured. Several persons collapsed and were treated by first-aid attendants.

More than 50 crying children became separated from parents and were taken to a City Hall room. Magistrates adjourned court for nearly two hours because they were unable to hear over the din set up outside and inside City Hall.

Mayor Phillips addressed the people from the steps, calling Toronto “the hockey capital of the world,” and appealing for order while asking the crowd to let the Leafs through. Inside, in the a-little-less-congested council chamber, he presented the players, coach Punch Imlach, and Leaf president Stafford Smythe with gold-plated cufflinks.

Leaf winger Eddie Shack took a seat in the Mayor’s chair. “You gotta learn to relax in this business,” he said. Also noted in Nickleson’s dispatch:

Captain Armstrong, who carried Toronto’s first Stanley Cup in 11 years into the chamber and who has Indian blood in his veins, told the assemblage, “for once the Indians came out on top.”