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The photo was taken by Gilbert Duclos of Pascale Claude Aubry, 17, sitting on the steps of a Scotiabank in Montreal. It went on the cover of a magazine called Vice Versa, which sold 772 copies. She sued for $10,000 and Aubry simply countered by offering an amount that he would have paid her had she modeled for the shot.The case went through various courts all the way to the Supreme Court. She justified the $10,000 she demanded by citing the following damage:Q. Did that photo cause you any difficulties?A. Some difficulties; people laughed at me.Q. People, who are these people?A My friends, the people at school.Q. The people at school?A. Uh‑huh.
Every judge along the way was pretty skeptical of her damages and she only got $2,000 in the end of the legal proceedings that must have cost a large amount. Some Supremos such as top judge Antonio Lamer rejected her claim. Since then street photogs have been under chill and the world has suffered by the self censorship. As for Duclos, he made a documentary about the experience and still urges photographers to go ahead and take chances because the alternative
is that we'll have no historical view of our era in the future.That decision, of course, preceded the internet and digital cameras which have seen a massive proliferation in the sharing of interesting photos on sites such as facebook. The world is a massively different place and a new ethos reigns. As proof, here's a few shots of Montrealers on facebook - all on open sites for anybody to see. including a west island royal looking rather happy at a bar.
When the Forum closed, Montreal lost a lot of name mimics. Many were close to Atwater and St. Cat but some weren't all that nearby, such as this restaurant on Metcalfe.
I think it's actually at 1244 Metcalfe, not 1249 as the picture indicates, which means it's on the west side, just north of Dominion Square and that's possibly that now-disappeared tower on Dorchester in the background top left.
At its peak in the 60s there were about 15 businesses with Forum at the start of their names, beauty shops, jewellers, apartments, but by the late 60s only half a dozen businesses had a name starting with the word Forum, not including Parc Forum Park, the bling car lot on Closse.
He's from BC but in the mid 70s did something hockey-wise in Montreal that nobody could fathom and he still gets pestered about it today.
Y-answer! This is the legendary Robin Sadler. Legendary not for any on-ice NHL accomplishment he performed - he never actually played a game in the league - but rather legendary because after he was drafted in the first round, 9 th overall by the Canadiens in 1975 Sadler showed up to training camp and simply quit and returned the big pile of cash he had been given. He said he just didn't feel like playing. He just went home. Why did he do this? He must have felt in some way oppressed (Supressed? ..Er..Re-pressed? - Chimples) by the Habs' training camp experience.
Truth be told, that years draft was full of ankle skaters whose skill didn't go much beyond an ability strap on their shin pads with too much electrical tape. It was of the worst ever with zero players going on to become NHL stars, in fact only a couple even made The Shnow. Sadler didn't feel he was good enough. It's never been fully explained why he quit, although it was probably some sort of anxiety issue that could be dealt with through medication. He supposedly wanted simply to become a fire man but he didn't do that either. Whatever it was, he either had issues or a will of his own.
He went on to play a bit in Europe and tried a couple of comebacks (Back from what? - Chimples) then became a real estate agent in Victoria. I rang him up once to ask him about his story but he said there was nothing else to tell.
Real estate - they're not making any more of it. So goes the old cliche. However there is a way to make more in the coveted eastern NDG area. Erect some pillars on the Decarie Expressway and add a roof. Bang, you've got more greenspace, footpaths, parking lots or whatever you want to put on top. One of the reasons that ugly open pit known as the Decarie Expressway was never covered was that the value of the land could not justify such an expensive operation. Time to reopen that can of worms. The value of land has skyrocketed since that argument was first made.
That Cardinal Rouleau. He sure had an itch! He's the one who got the crucifixes stacked tacked and packed to the walls of official buildings in Quebec. He started by convincing the authorities to put a cross in every courthouse in The Greater Crossbecistan Region. Rouleau, as most of Quebec's Archbishops, was also a Cardinal. He became Archery Bishop in 1927, Soon after that he became the third Canadian to don the crimson cardinal cap. But 1931 was not such a good year for the old cape wearing Rouleau because he died. Oceans of tears flowed. City sewers were overwhelmed by the salty flow. Or so we imagine. Soon our MNAs were gettin' their cruci-fix as well as. The son of God's two by fours were tacked onto the walls of the provincial legislature in 1936.
The above remarkable picture gives a bird's-eye view of the new round-house built by the Grand Trunk Railway Company at Turcot, a westerly suburb of Montreal. It is the largest round-house in Canada, and one of the largest on the continent. Its turntable is 100 feet long, and there is only one other so long in America, namely, on the Pennsylvania system at Altoona. Ther are stalls for 57 engines, each stall being 85 feet long, which is five feet longer than in most round-houses. Telephones, electric lighting, coal chutes, storehouses, and all the equipment of the most up-to-date round-houses are there. The house was opened with 40 stalls on Christmas Day, 1906, and the other 17 stalls have been added since. - The Montreal Weekly Witness, October 27, 1908.
The Ontario pit bull ban has led to a lot of those dogs floating over to Montreal and a lot of people getting hurt by these dogs. People who own pit bulls aren't exactly the brightest or most trustworthy people, so it's no big surprise that they end up running around without leashes, terrorizing people. Last week one kid got hurt here in NDG as a dog got out of his house for the 4 th time and chased everybody around the park unsupervised. In one borough alone (Ville Marie - ie: downtown) dog bites rose five times between 2006 and 2007. Time, we sez, to ban these scumbag dogs here as well. 
Kushi Samuels, a local midget who had been on the lam since 1995 after allegedly killing a guy and trying to kill two others in St. Henri, has been busted. Interpol figured out he was living in Brooklyn. We don't have the details of how it they deduced Samuels - who is described as extremely dangerous - was there, but we're thinking it has something to do with phone conversations. He will be brought back to trial here and finally taken off the top of Canada's most wanted list.
Samuels allegedly killed a guy named Rodrigues. After that the Samuels family found Kush's brother brother dead with a gunshot wound in his head. Cops said it was a suicide. But apparently the Samuels clan wasn't entirely convinced that the dead Samuels was really a suicide, they might've imagined it was a murder, retribution-style, stemming from the Rodrigues incident.. So then another Rodrigues is shot dead in St. Henri, along with his innocent friend named Forbes. So two Rodrigues brothers down, one Samuels down and one arrested & one innocent vic shot in front of dozens who saw nothing. Who did what? We won't speculate but hopefully the law will figure it out and justice will be served.
These are the proud young yearnalists from the Clark Street Sun, a Montreal newspaper that thrived half a century ago without you knowing a whole lot about it. That's Edward Greenberg, Const. Jean Legault, ____ _____, Cliff Post and Mike Wozniak. About 1,500 copies were sold by kids going door to door while another 3,000 were sold at newsstands. It survived on government grants and the employees were unpaid. They got an office only after 10 years of operation, August 1964. The little guy with glasses went on to become a well known figure in the city. Anybody want to crack a take at it?
Answer - Yikes! We got a correct reply after about 9 seconds. A new record surely. The brilliant Michael Black. Brilliant! The only time I met Sid Stevens was when I needed a quote for an article about youth in the area. I lived next door and so I popped into his St. Urbain office. His secretary kept me waiting. And waiting. She said he was busy. It sure sounded quiet in his office. So I ..er.. kinda burst by her to look in. What I saw? Stevens was sound asleep in his chair. Sid Stevens, busy as a sleepy beaver.
When youze say the name Reitman in Montreal, you're likely either talking about a)the ridiculously successful store chain founded in 1926, or b) the equally meteoric father-son film directorial team of Ivan and Jason, Montrealers who have delivered such films as Ghostbusters and Juno.What youze might not have known is that Ivan Reitman came within a hair of going into retail as well, as a peddlar of submarine sandwiches in the early 60s.Apparently Montreal was way ahead of Toronto in terms of submarine sandwiches back in those days.Here's Jason telling the story about how his dad almost devoted his career slapping on mustard in long breads in Toronto.Yeah, no, I’ll tell you the story. So, basically, you know, it’s a funny story. When he was at my age, at the time—when he was like seventeen or eighteen—he had grown up in Toronto, and he went to Montreal. And, in Montreal, he discovered submarine sandwiches—not the brand but, you know, just a foot-long sandwich—and they were really popular, apparently, in Quebec. And he came back to my grandfather, he said, “Dad, you gotta give me the seed money to start a submarine sandwich store. I just got back from Quebec, they were really popular, we can make a fortune, they’re really delicious, and please, let’s start a sandwich company!” And my grandfather said, “You know, son, I’m sure these sandwiches are very good, and we could probably make real money doing that, but I just don’t think there’s enough magic in it for you.” And my father went to college, and started a film club, and became a filmmaker. And so he said to me, he said, “Look, there isn’t a more noble profession in the world than being a doctor, and if you became a doctor, Jason, you know, your mother and I would be over the moon. We’d be so proud of me. But I just don’t think there’s enough magic in it for you.” And he said, “Look, you have to follow your heart.”
This sophisticated advertisement for a melodrama playing at the System Theatre, now a souvenir shop kitty corner from Phillips Square, was published in a Montreal tabloid in October 1922. Here's a Morgan's-era picture of the System from about the sixties, when Leonard Cohen mentioned it in his novel, Beautiful Losers.
Every biography of the legendary ballster Roberto Clemente echoes the theory that he didn't get his fair shake with the Montreal Royals when he played here in 
1954. The idea was either that the Dodger organization knew of his massive talents and didn't want another team to pluck him from their system in the post season draft. The other theory has it that the Dodgers already hit their unofficial limit of five black guys on their big league team so there was no reason to cultivate another. So Roberto rode a lot of Montreal minor league pine, going in for defensive purposes and doing a lot of pinch running while playing on a decent team led by hurler Tommy Lasorda. On July 22 Clemente blasted his first dinger, a game winner and he was suddenly in the headlines. He went on a tear after that but still had trouble cracking the starting lineup which had some pretty hot hitters in the outfield (Thomson, Cassini and Cimoli, all 300 hitters). The Pittsburgh Pirates obtained him at the end of that season, starting a great 18 year career with that club before dying on a humanitarian effort to earthquake-shattered Nicaragua.
In 1933, about 900 stations like this one in Montreal served 63,000 local cars and trucks. City Hall figured that, at one station for 70 motorists, there were too many stations too close together.
This Montrealer lived from 1871-1925 and worked briefly as a cop before launching something that would be taken very seriously until 50 years after his death. He was undoubtedly the city's most unusual police officer, in fact one of this city's most unusual people ever. This is said to be one of the very few photos of the guy. Anybody wanna give it a whirl?
Answer: well the correct answer to some is that he's God, or Jehova or something like that. Eugene Richer - who was tall and muscular - was hired by the cops because of his physique but was quickly let go for running a bordello. He started la Mission de l'Esprit Saint (MES) in Montreal in 1913. He eventually moved to Fall River, Massachusetts and hooked up with Adelard Glasson and started calling himself Joseph Manseau. He told people that he was Jehova, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit. He had five concubines and asked followers to give him all their money. He got in trouble with the cops when he started giving sermons in see through robes.
So in November 1923 he moved to North Los Angeles and called himself John Lafleche. He died Jan 12, 1925 and one of his followers, Georges Hache took over and announced that the world was coming to an end. It didn't and the group's alleged 144,000 followers were a bit disillusioned that the sun was still rising.
Several of Richer's Montreal followers were repeatedly jailed, including one Wilfrid Messier, who defrauded 104 people of their life savings by promising good stuff and telling them he was the reincarnation of Eugene Richer. They wanted their money back but Messier had already blown it on the ponies.
Gustav Robitaille was Richer's appointed successor here in Montreal. He was a fat organist who fathered at least 15 children and died in 1965. He would bless your baby and that sort of thing. He was replaced by a committee of 29 servants, mostly his sons.
One of those sons, Emmanuel Robitaille predicted the end of the world in 1975. Many followers got to work building a special holy place in Oka but were quite surprised when the world didn't end.
Sources: 1-Susan Palmer. 2-This article from 1969. The MES still seems to exist, but probably in nowhere near the numbers at their peak which saw 2,000-3,000 followers here in Montreal. Here's their site.
This big time reigning starlet born in New Hampshire and raised in Fla was in town recently to watch the UFC fight involving Georges St. Pierre. Why? Well, she has a connection to Montreal and it's in the form of the neurotic blonde Montrealer also pictured. In fact she owes debt of gratitude towards the rather talented 33 year old whose career has been damaged by his debilitating handicap (and no, he's not blind).
Answer: we have a winner, no other than the fabulous Miss Ginger of Team 990 Fame, who I would imagine is doing very well in the customer service ratings on the Team 990 site, (fill out the form for good karma). It is indeed Mandy Moore and James Renald, who quit as front man of local CanCon radio heroes Sky because he was apparently camera shy, although you wouldn't know it by watching his videos. If you've ever turned on Mix 96 you've undoubtedly heard Sky's Love Song which still gets played all the time even though it's well over a decade old, it's Canadian, radio stations are bound by Canadian content laws, and he's Canadian even though he left Outremont for Los Angeles in 1999. Say what you want, the lad has that rarest of talents, he can write a catchy pop song, a talent even some better known Montreal stars don't possess.
So Moore has hired him for his songwriting skills and it doesn't hurt to know that she'll get some heavy rotation in Canada. Her song Cry, penned by Renald, was a bigger hit here than in the States.
While living in Montreal artist Michael Anstead started the world's greatest collection of items from businesses employing "bec" as a suffix. He was inspired out of grief, as his own stained glass company had been wiped out by an inferior competitor called Tiffanybec.
The collection included artifacts from the Escabec stair company, Viand-o-bec butchers, Logibec computers, Visbec plasterers, Habitabec magazines, Aquabec beds, Cuisibec kitchens, Florabec flowers, Savbec soap, Pharmabec, Oeufs Bec-O, Partagebec dating, Calvabec liquer, Nutribec dog food, Beignebec donuts, Cafebec,Croc-en-Bec chips and of course tons of Canbecs.
Unfortunately he gave the entire collection away at a going away party prior to his departure to Vancouver in 1992 and nobody knows where it is now. Nowadays it's a little harder to find the "Becs" of this world but we think it's never too late to try. So send us your pics, bottle caps, matchbooks from anything from Can-Bec to Delico-bec and we'll see that your glory is remembered forever.
In 1967 Sherbrooke, Quebec native & James Bond film series co-creator Harry 
Saltzman was here visiting Expo 67 when he came across this 26 year old working at the World's Fair. The Montreal-born Expo '67 worker dabbled in modelling and had little acting history but Saltzman hired him on the spot to play James Bond. The two signed a contract and the newbie went on to a longlasting TV and film career even snagging a role in last year's hottest action pic. The Bond role ultimately went to George Lazenby, however, who in turn quit the franchise upon the bad advice of his agent. Whoever can name the would-be Bond from Montreal wins our eternal admiration and a kiss on the lips from Chimples the Intelligent Chimp, who kisses pretty good for a monkey.
Winner time! Yes congrats to our skilled winner - it's Daniel Pilon, who has been a soap opera workhorse for eons and even starred as the Senator in last year's Shoot 'em Up. Here's the story. PS, should mentioned that he only made it in Hollywood about 15 years after meeting Salzman, as you can see in the imdb link above, so the contract they signed didn't do much for him.
We have some bright kids in this class. Yep it's Berri and De Montigny in 1964, as the metro was being built. That building is the old roller rink at the corner of Berri and Demaisonneuve that has since become the Big Library.
Mtl's Dr. Alton Goldbloom, quite famous as a kid doctor, streets named after him, etc, seen here in 1964 with 5 year old Serge Dubreau, who he undoubtedly cured of some ailment. But what's that in the good doc's left hand? Yes siree Bob, Good ol' Alton is offering the kid serious lessons in the dangers of second-hand smoke, he's clearly way ahead of his time.
In 1964 the city renamed Amherst. Or, more precisely, Paul-Emile Robert, a city councillor who headed both the toponomy commission and the French Quebec nationalist St. Jean Baptiste Society, arranged for Amherst to be renamed Christophe Colombe. The problem was that the peeps on the street wanted none of it. Hatter Armand Desmarais, who owned the shop at 
Amherst and St. Catherine, led some solid serious kick-ass opposition, which ultimately led to the street being named three things. Amherst, then Lafontaine Park Avenue and then Christopher Colombe. Gustave Lanctot, the eminent expert about everything, also opposed the name switch. After he died, two guys dug up Lanctot's body and chopped his head off.
The tireless Rod Vienneau of Joliette has penned a book, in French, revealing some of the fruits of his neverending research into the terrible & ongoing injustices suffered by people such as his wife Clarina Duguay, who was put in an insane asylum as a child because it was more profitable for the Duplessis government to do this than to put them in a proper orphanage. Here's some. In 1959 Duplessis announced that he would build 10 new sanitoriums. Now a sanitorium, what's that exactly? Well, it's generally thought of as a place to treat tuberculosis. We've had a ton of problems with TB in the past, but certainly not in 1959. So what's the big idea? Anyway Duplessis was soon gone and his successor Lesage presumably ditched that weird idea, right? Nope. Not only did Lesage build the 10 sanitoriums, he built 34 across Quebec! A sanitorium is generally a place far away from the city. Nobody would want to go to such a place. A set up for medical experimentation on children. Another: in most places graveyards are next to churches. In Quebec they're often next to hospitals. Another: many hospitals in Quebec had their own municipal status. In Montreal the St. Jean de Dieu in the city's east end (now called Louis Hippolite Lafontaine) was a separate municipality called Gamelin with its own police and fire force. Police, when dropping off a drunk, would not be allowed past the gate. Whatever they did inside those walls was their own businesses. There were credible reports of children - perhaps undergoing mysterious experiments - with swollen heads. Another of a 5 year old child chained to a radiator. There are mysterious unexplained graveyards and hospital records mysteriously missing. Vienneau's neighbour Paul St.Aubin, an orphan of the later period, has scars all over his skull from when he was detained as a child, in forced farm labour and incarceration. He's clearly the victim of forced lobotomy but he has no memory of any of it. Vienneau's quest is to find the truth and create some sense of justice, for example, many of the children involved in this heartless scam still maintain the false records of insanity that were pinned on them to justify their incarceration inside insane asylums, in spite of promises, these were never erased. Nor were the orphans given any kind of just compensation, they were given $1,000 per year inside plus an extra $10,000 each, which is insane considering the settlements of victims of similar tragedies elsewhere (must be mentioned again that the bureaucrats processing the files were paid $1,000 per day! for their work).Hopefully there'll be a book launch in Montreal for Vienneau's important book, I'll keep you posted.
She was only 15, only 15, named Aloma Keen. So why does swim coach Lou Miller think he can put his cigar stinking paws all over this charming sweetheart? It's cuz he's training her, duh. Aloma was born March 3, 1942 in Outremont and in this photo, published 15 September 1957, she's preparing to beat a distance swimming record. Her plan was to swim from St. Helen's Island to Sorel in under 12 hours. We hope she didn't drown. Aloma, would be 66 now. Write if you're out there hun.
A couple of weeks back one of these young Montreal hotties was named tops in Canada for her impressive accomplishment at her university. Anybody want to venture a guess?Answer: Yes. Thanks to some determined guessers, we finally have a winner. The Parisian in question is second from the left, Laetitia Tchoualack, a third year Communications student at the University of Montreal. She played some pro volleyball in Europa prior to coming here and leading the longstanding crapola U of M Carabinettes to a nailbiter in the national final, which they almost won. For this she's the CIS female athlete of the year. Weird fact about her: she always poses second from left in photos, as you can see from her visit with friends aboard the Coolopolis yacht.
51 or so years ago Eddy Lebrun of 1379 Notre Dame East, a mechanic, was watching a car race. They needed a driver and tossed him the keys. He crashed and burned to death.
Indeed this is H. Morenz's funeral in 1937. Nobody there knew that millions more young men - far more valiant than just a hockey player - would die in the war which was to start in a couple of years, so you'll have to forgive their overemphatic sense of tragedy.
Ultra hunkalicious Montrealer Colin Robertson, perhaps the only member of Canada's national rugby team to go on to dedicate himself to writing fiction, is one the contributors to the latest salvo from Vehicle Press of Roy Street: In Other Words: New English Writing from Quebec. There's a ton of other contributors as well. We'd give you more info on this tantalizing book but we're still waiting on the freeb, as the mailman has had trouble getting through the picket lines at Coolopolis Towers lately. Keep eyelids up for upcoming news.
The lovely and talented Chantal Desautels dropped by Coolopolis Towers (if you come early enough you can get in past the picketers, getting out is slightly more troublesome - who even knew summer interns could resort to such violence?) and she told us in her customary charming way of her upcoming art exhibition, which means a chance for you to snag some quality artwerk to cover that cracked plaster in that rundown shack that all your friends sneer at behind your back. It's goin'
down Saturday from 2 to 7 at the Lizard Cafe at 3119 Masson (between 8 th and 9th). I'll surely go, although I usually spend Saturdays making a few bucks in a car behind the Orange Julep offering a $5 peeks at my abnormality, but that's another story. Click here for an idea of what kinda paintin' she does.
Lovely, funky, magical, such was the downtown neighbourhood of Victorian houses demolished for a crap parking lot that still stands at Mackay and Dorchester today. Careers ruined, everybody from John Gardiner to Mayor Jean Dore to Nick Auf Der Maur all disgraced by their involvement. Remember Overdale. (Click on pic for a much better view).
We mentioned that Montrealer Hilda Strike's goldworthy 100 meter Olympic run (even though they stole the gold from her) was considered only the second biggest Montreal story of August 2, 1932. Her triumph was supplanted by Alex Wilson, also of Montreal, who won the silver medal in the 800 meters, coming behind only England's Ted Hampson. Wilson trained at Notre Dame and went on to become such a great coach there that to this day one, The Alex Wilson Invitational - of the most prestigious running events - is named after him. We're a bit short of photos of the Wilson, as you can see.
Ted Workman, who owned the Montreal Alouettes for 13 disastrous years along with Joe Atwell was spectacularly incompetent. He was Montreal's Harold Ballard. When Workman sold the team to Sam Berger in 1969 he became interim commissioner of the CFL, but tellingly, he was never even inducted into the CFL Hall of Fame. Among Workman's bad ideas: he tried to get the players involved in a religious cult he was involved with. Here's a description of Workman from Perry Moss -(pictured at left) the hotshot Workman managed to hire to run the operation.
"I suppose the most famous trade ever made in the CFL was the one where (Sam) Etcheverry and Hal Patterson went from our club to Hamilton for (Bernie) Faloney and a young kid named Don Paquette. Workman made that trade, though I got the rap for it. You see, Workman and Jake Gaudaur, the GM at Hamilton, made the deal in the Mount Royal Hotel. When it was settled, Workman took off for New York. He phoned me from there, telling me to announce it. I was thunderstruck. What Workman didn't know was that I had signed Sam 
to a no-trade contract. Trading him made him a free agent. He joined St. Louis Cardinals. So Faloney stayed in Hamilton, we lost Sam to St. Louis, and young Paquette came to us in a straight trade for the super pass-catcher Patterson." Also, the owner Workman had become involved in a movement called Moral Rearmament, presenting Moss with internal problems. "One day I arrived at my office to find Workman at my desk surrounded by at least 10,000 magazines on moral rearmament. He had the entire office staff wrapping and stamping them. He had the players involved in this crusade of his, too, taking them to the movement's headquarters in Michigan. I kept objecting and, in the end, I was fired. For years, I had a terrible time getting a job in football."
Nobody came even c - l - o - s - e to naming this great Montrealer whose life - like so many - was ruined by a penis. It's one of the strangest local athletic tales ever. That's another photo of her. She's kinda hot in a 30's kinda way. Maybe I'll give the winner the same highly exciting new book from last time if it inspires some replies. The Gino Vanelli quiz winner never claimed it.
Answer: Yes! We have a correct reply. This is Hilda Strike. She is from Montreal but we're unsure over which of the half dozen Strikes in the Lovells was her family. Most of those listed were working class families from the Point and Verdun. In later years she lived at 174 Lecavalier in St. Laurent.
Strike ran 11.9 seconds in the 100 meters on August 2, 1932 in Los Angeles. She tied Stella Walsh, who was an American competing for Poland and was also known as Stanislawa Walasiewicz. Judges gave the tie to the Pole. Pole in more than one way. When she was shot to death in Cleveland in 1980 Walsh was subjected to an autopsy that found that she had a penis. Walsh's wikipedia page says that some sources claim there were female genitilia as well, so there's some dispute as to whether the cheat who was awarded the gold medal was a man or a hermaphrodite.
Since it was discovered that the Polish-American (in the photo at left) had stolen the victory, many assumed that the Olympic Committee would rectify the oversight and give Strike the gold medal that was rightfully hers. But they allowed the cheated victory stand. Strike moved to Ottawa to live in an old age home in Gloucester Ontario with her husband and died three years later in March 1989, aged 78. She died as Hilda Sisson after taking her husband's name.
But Strike's gold medal performance wasn't even top Montreal-related Olympic story of that day in August 76 years ago. Anybody know what was considered bigger?
"I don't think a sporting event could spark a real riot nowadays. The riot squad would stop it right away. The 1955 riot happened because the police decided not to intervene or make arrests. Also the public has changed. Most season tickets belong to companies."
Maurice Richard in the Journal de Montreal 30 April, 1989.
Standard Explosive, located in the Northwest of Ile Perrot went through a slightly difficult stage in 1908.
On February 11, 1908 at 12:53 pm, 10,000 pounds of nitroglycerin blew up, killing nine workers. On June 2, another two were killed in similar circumstances.
contribute much to the explosives industry which was very effective in killing countless others a few years later in World War I.
