Hi Everyone. It’s been about a month since I posted a story. I don’t usually like to let longer than that go by, so here’s something new today. To be honest, it’s not much more than some self-promotion (with a good word for a few friends too). But, hey, whaddya want for nothing?!?
I have two new books out as we head into the holiday season. Amazing Hockey Trivia for Kids is the sixth in a series for Scholastic Canada. If you’ve got a child on your shopping list, ages 8 to 12 or so (older people say they like them too), these books have been very popular. Hockey Hall of Fame True Stories 2 is a sequel to Hockey Hall of Fame True Stories. (I wanted to call it True Stories Too). I had a lot of success with the first book in 2022, and I have high hopes — if somewhat nervously! — for this one.
I’ve also received or purchased a handful of other new hockey books for 2024. There’s Ian Kennedy’s Ice In Their Veins, which is a history of women’s hockey. (Ian covers women’s hockey for The Hockey News.) I haven’t read it yet, but the online reviews I’ve seen are excellent. There’s also Turk, a biography of Gerard Gallant. Admittedly, it’s not the type of hockey book I’d normally read, but a colleague who works for the publisher was gracious enough to send me a copy, so I’ll get to it.
Another book on my “get to it” list is Jack and the Box by Kevin Shea. Kevin’s books are always well-researched and well-written, and I know this story was very personal to him. I’m sure it will be excellent.
One new book I have read is Ronnie Shuker’s The Country and the Game. Highly recommended! Though there’s plenty of hockey in it, it’s not your typical hockey book. It’s a travelogue of his hockey adventures across Canada from coast to coast to coast and is filled with fascinating stories and interesting people. Ronnie is an author, editor, freelance writer, and an editor at large for The Hockey News. He did copy editing on both Hall of Fame True Stories books … but that’s not the reason I’m saying he’s an excellent writer!
As for Hockey Hall of Fame True Stories 2, it once again indulges my personal interest in stories from hockey’s past … and hopefully tells them more truthfully and accurately than they’ve usually been told before. There’s a chapter on the NHL trophies; on the early days of the Stanley Cup; on the rules that helped make modern hockey; on early international hockey; on the first hockey broadcasts on radio and television; and a final chapter about strange injuries and other oddities. Regular readers of these posts on my web site will recognize some of the stories, but there’ll be plenty that’s new.
I’ve often said — in these posts, and elsewhere — that I enjoy the research I do more than the writing. It’s always fascinating to me when trying to find one thing leads to something completely different. In this case, I was trying to track down the history behind the rule change in 1943–44 that introduced the center ice red line to hockey. I found plenty about that, but I also found this odd little tale that I had not seen years ago when research and writing Art Ross: The Hockey Legend Who Built the Bruins.
To be honest, this story doesn’t really fit any of the categories covered by the six chapters. I was also a little worried some people might find it politically incorrect. But, it made me laugh and so it found its way in. It’s actually the last story in the book, in the Injuries and Oddities chapter. It’s sort of an injury story … but it’s mostly an oddity.
The story appeared in Dink Carroll’s column in the Montreal Gazette on May 11, 1943. He was writing about a recent informal meeting of the NHL Governors, and noted that while sitting around in a suite in Montreal’s Windsor Hotel, Art Ross had been prevailed upon to tell “what has become known as ‘the Father Leveque story.’” He told it, wrote Carroll, “with obvious relish.”
In setting the scene, Carroll notes the story dates back to the fall of of 1936, when Ross’s Boston Bruins played Tommy Gorman’s Montreal Maroons in a six-game exhibition tour of the Maritime Provinces prior to the 1936–37 NHL season. By the time they reached Saint John, New Brunswick, interest had built to the point where tickets were scarce. Both Art Ross and Tommy Gorman were being inundated with requests for seats.
On the afternoon of the game, Ross called up Gorman and said it was Father Leveque speaking. Art can talk Habitant dialect with the best of them and Gorman went for it, particularly as “Father Leveque” kept telling him that he had admired the great job Tommy had done as a newspaper man and then as a hockey manager. Tommy said yes, he remembered “Father Leveque” very well.
“Father Leveque” then said he was the principal of a boys school, and the boys were poor and he would like a few passes for the game. Could he possibly get them? Tommy said he thought he could handle it all right. “Just a few passes,” said Father Leveque. “There are 59 boys at the school and they all want to go to the game. Can I maybe have 59 passes?”
Tommy demurred . . . but “Father Leveque” again recollected the great job Tommy had done on the newspaper, and his glorious record in hockey. Tommy finally capitulated, saying he would pay for some of the seats himself.
“One more thing,” said “Father Leveque. “Are you sure the boys will be able to see from the seats?”
“Of course they will,” Tommy answered a little testily. “These will be the best seats in the house. They’ll be able to see fine.”
“That will be a miracle then,” said Father Leveque. “Because these boys are all blind.”
Thank you, Eric for another sweetheart of a story, enhanced by the sight of Dink Carroll’s column. As a hockey nut in Brooklyn, filling scrapbooks every season, I only came across Carroll’s column when I went to work for the Rangers publicity department (2 people, me and my boss Herb Goren.) We subscribed to many papers and I loved reading Dink’s stuff. He had a relaxed style and was pals with my boss, manager Frank Boucher. Once again, great stuff.
I am certain I have read the story about the blind boys before. It was good to read it again.
I imagine there are many variations on this story!
Still, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Love the Father Leveque story. Once, while working for BBYO, we tried to get Rene Levesque to speak to a conference. Didn’t have the phone number of the Premier so called Bell info. “O, do you mean Reenee lah-vesk-kew?” she asked. I tried to pronounce the name slowly in my best Charles Boyer voice …. to no avail. I suddenly understood why Quebec wanted to leave. Finally got him and got a flat “non”. It was much easier to reach the widow of Martin Luther King about an award the kids wanted to name in his honour!
As always tres informative. Bien.
You are amazing! For someone like me, not a real hockey fan, you manage to capture my interest. Thanks.
Wonderful story Eric! Obviously Ross was a well practiced joker.
Not sure if you know the back story to Father Levesque, but a priest by that name was famous for organizing six PeeWee hockey teams at St. Boniface College, Manitoba in 1933; the teams were named for six of the NHL teams (not sure which of the active teams were omitted). Their fame grew and they became traveling teams with excursions across the western USA and Canada apparently playing to sold out crowds and eventually even toured Europe.
With the Crown Brand & Bee Hive corn syrup wars raging (think Pepsi & Coke but 1930s), Crown Brand scored an advantage in Western Canada by issuing several photos of him and his teams that consumers could get in exchange for labels. By WW2, Crown Brand refocused their promotional efforts on military planes, boats and tanks. Father Emilien Levesque had experienced his 15 minutes of hockey fame and was not heard from again…at least until you revived him (assuming it is the same Father Levesque).
Don’t believe I knew that story… but I wonder if this was supposed to be that guy? After all, he claimed to be the principal of a boys school for poor kids in New Brunswick. (Though maybe the name helped to sell it?)
“…these boys are all blind.” I did not see that coming! Great story.
Ha! A wonderful little story, and nice to read a positive story about Art Ross telling a joke and not throwing a wrench! I don’t think people realize just what a sense of humor he had. I think he is remembered far more often for his other, rather formidable and intimidating side. Thanks for showing a glimpse of his other side.