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Elizabeth Barrer's killer, will he strike again?

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  This alarming note has been brought to my attention. Apparently written by a close friend of Elizabeth Barrer, the American fugitive recently killed in Ville St. Pierre:

This woman says she's
under threat

Elizabeth Barrer
She has a secret life in USA and a secret life in Canada.... Nobody over here knew her like I do because she wouldn't trust anyone. I don't dance, never touched drugs, but we knew the same bad people... 1 year ago We got in trouble with a psychopath , since then we knew that he was gonna kill one of us, so I was hiding I'm Miami and she was hiding in Toronto, then we were lonely and depressed and we went back to montreal ... Big mistake. My boyfriend and I bought a new house, not even 2 months later they found out where I live my neighbour saw them in my backyard at 9am... He probably saved me. And now she got shot for no reason. I told the police, I asked for protection, no1 cares . They say my story is too old and they are so sure that it has something to do with drugs and blabla, it frustrates me

Youppi attains new levels of awfulness on unwatchable kids show

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Chimples says that we are guilty of nostalgia on this site.
He says that the only antidote is posts like this, showing that the past was, in fact, known most for its limitless attempts to oppress citizens with total crap.

Midway Bar closed for good?

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   One of the epic longstanding dive bars on the lower Main has closed.
   But the good news is that the Midway, just south of St. C, will reopen in late June with the same name but under different management.
   The bar has been owned by current owner Albert Auclair and his wife for about 30 years and by Auclair's father before him.
  Haven't got time right now to crack open the Lovells to find out how long it has been around but I think it's over 50 years. 

Newly-released old-thyme Montreal newsreel items

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British Pathe has released a whole slew of new Montreal-related videos.

Not a whole ton of forechecking in old time hockey as these images from a 1932 hockey game between the Habs and Rangers and nobody can skate backwards!
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This one shows Mayor Mederic Martin golfing with the future King Edward VIII in Montreal in 1919. Eddie would come back to visit Martin who was voted in and out of power a few times by a chubby guy, in a sort of earlier version of Coderre-replacing-Tremblay.
Some views of the city as the metro opened in 1966.
Big fire in 1951.

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Ships caught in ice.
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Habs win 1966 Stanley Cup.
 Here's some more luscious views of 1966 Montreal. Scenes from the Lafontaine Park zoo in 1967. Mass weddings in Montreal from 1939. 

The Fast and the Furry Horse: Mtl street racers busted in 1914

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Photo re-enactment of police busting street racers in 1914
  A longstanding local tradition of street racing in the West End disappeared 100 years ago this month when cops started cracking down on the hellbent-for-glory riders.
  The practice had been common on Upper Lachine Rd – (now a combination of what's now Upper Lachine and  St. James St in the West End) for at least 50 years.
  Not unlike the current breed of street racers, these guys would meet Sundays and just test who had the fastest horse.
  But the road had become less rural so it was deemed unsafe and uncivil.
   Chief Campeau and Captain Marwick of the NDG police station decided to put a stop to it on Feb. 15, 1914 so they headed down in the afternoon and watched helplessly as one group of three racers just ran by at high speed. They then blocked the road to the next set of racers, who were running eastward towards the city. One of the three got by but the other two were forced to ride up to the NDG police station to be arrested .
   Then came another race involved six to eight horses and their riders behind them on carts. A couple escaped and turned back and likely returned downtown along Pullman.
   But forever after that day the horse racing tradition of the West End came to an end.
   (Those busted were: Joseph Jeannote 112 Lafontaine Park, Louis Langevin 228 Lafontaine Park, Wildy Ladouceur of 297 Gatineau in CDN and Adelard Sanscartier 403 St. Denis)

Ghoulish actor Vincent Price's connection to local art

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 The Vincent Price collection came to Montreal 50 years ago tomorrow, as the actor-and-art-expert's selection of inexpensive art works chosen by Price went on sale at Simpson's with paintings going for as little as $17.50.
   The bearded Arnold Mazelow, who had a gallery in Toronto, helped assemble the thing and is seen here with a Simpson's manager. Mazelow died of a sudden heart attack about two years later age age 40.
   The Vincent Price collection thing lasted from 1962 to 1971 at Sears, but no word on how long it stayed in Montreal.
   Price died in 1993 at age 82. The art? Well, judge for yourself but apparently there's still a lot of paintings floating around with a sticker on the back noting its origins. 

Mystery of a broken monument

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   For quite some time in the 40s and 50s the John Young Monument statue at the Old Port was known for its Neptune with the amputated left leg.
   The statue was done in 1895 and placed in Place Royale in 1908. It was moved to Common St. in 1997 so it remains prominent but with its leg fixed.
    Legend had it that the leg went missing after being pulled off by a brawl participant to be used as a weapon. Another version has it that a truck drove into after it swerved out of the way to avoid bales of clothing that fell on the road.

Delaney in the Griff in the '40s and more recently








         The person who broke the leg off was - however - Denis Delaney, who said that it was a secret he had for quite some time.
   Delaney, from Griffintown, was playing with his friends around the thing one day until accidental contact pulled the leg right off.
   He carried the metal piece around not knowing exactly what to do with it and eventually sold it to a scrap metal guy for a small sum and nothing was heard of it again.
  The city placed a wooden replacement on it in 1942 but that broke off in 1948
   Another published account, however, gives a different timeline that says that the leg was lost in 1932 and  replaced by wood the same year and  in 1940 English seamen were overheard in the Joe Beef tavern concocting a plot to unscrew and steal it and it thereafter had one leg.
   Money was finally earmarked to fix it in 1957 but the actual repair of the half ton statue was only done in October 1962 by sculptor Joseph Guardo.
    Delaney, a great source for local history of the Griff, says that another hobby for the kids in the Griff when he was growing up in the early 1940s was to jump off the pier into the water near the entrance to the Lachine Canal. Alas occasionally a ship would shift and the kid would drown as the gap that would have allowed him to come back up had disappeared.



Toy car over the Orange Julep - who's in?

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For a long time I've had a stubborn impulse to see if this would work.
 You see that remote-controlled toy car in the video above? It can drive along walls and ceilings thanks to a small fan inside sucking it to the surface, gravity be damned.
   So my plan is to pop it at the bottom of the Orange Julep on Decarie and see if it can make it all the way over the top and down the other side.
  This will be the first time such an awesome feat has been attempted and if it works we'll try it with increasingly larger objects.
  I plan to do this with or without permission sometime this year.
   Who's in?
   

Alfie Segal and his strip club

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 For almost 18 years, the empty lot on Decarie and Kenmore sat silent and empty but for over two decades prior to that, the same geography hosted one of the city's most legendary strip joints, a reflection of its loud-and brashy boss.  
  Alfie Segal was the city's best-known stripper impresarios of his times and the bar he operated on Decarie from 1975-1996 was a reflection of his quirky character.
  Segal's bar was known as Le Strip but was only known as Alfie's, a reflection of his larger-than-life character. The Cadillac-driving Segal didn't shy away from attention and once described himself to a reporter as a “nightclub operator, entrepreneur and actor” and even made a failed bid city council bid in 1982.
 Alfie was not a quiet man, and would often greet people with, “Hey howya fuckin' doin'!?”
  His bar had walls adorned with vinyl records from the 50s, unpretentious dancers who were not always drop dead gorgeous and the songs were often famously short.
  The music was from the 50s and 60s and was played quietly on an inadequate sound system. When a song ended it, one could hear conversations from other tables easily.
  Alfie was so well-known that a female fiend of mine, then a teenager called up as a prank to to ask for an audition. "Sure doll, just come up and bring your funky disco tapes.” Her comic imitation of his cackling intonation and corny phrase became her go-to funny yarn for years.
   Although I never frequented the bar or ever even spoke to Alfie, data-mining suggests that the dancers deemed to be the wildest were the most fondly remembered by patrons: Jamie aka Tara, sisters Charmaine and Kelly, Latina sisters Carolina and Cassandra, a dancer in an American flag or Budweiser bikini, loudmouth Bobbie with slicked back hair, Afro-Canadian Amber, a bodybuilder stripper, Greek Voula, Jane, aged 40 and the frequently-inebriated Brandy.
  They would give $5 dances to songs such as Stupid Cupid, Age of Aquarius, In the Ghetto and these Boots were Made for Walking.
   Staffers included Warren the dwarf doorman,  Brian, who enjoyed getting to know the dancers and his brother Earl who moved to Ottawa and married a dancer, as well a janitor frequently dressed in red  that looked like the wrestler Moon Dog.
  Customers' fond memories include a night when the place improvised in silence and darkness during a power outage. Another claimed that the urinals were a useful place to have intercourse with dancers, although officially such things were shunned and nobody else in this decade-old nostalgic discussion seemed to recall such shenanigans.
 In late 1982 city officials attempted to shut the place down because police noted that Normand, Roland and Maurice Dubois of the famous St. Henri crime family were spotted there.
   Maurice Dubois once walked out with a wad of $1,500 cash hidden in a rag in 1981, so they were either the secret owners or were collecting some sort of extortion. And about 10 other known criminals were said to hang out there, according to police.
   Segal was pretty honest but cryptic when asked to explain. “I'm caught in a bind between you and them. There is not much I can do about it.”
   The bar lost the ruling but survived nonetheless, only closing for good when the building was set afire and destroyed by arsonists on December 9, 1996. Propane canisters and a can of gasoline were found nearby, so there was never any doubt of the cause of the blaze.
 Neither Segal nor building owner Normand Tousignant said they had a clue of who might've targeted the property, which also  housed a pawn shop on the ground floor and a pool hall on the third floor.
  Alfie attempted to open another club called Gentleman's Choice on St. Catherine near Drummond from about 2000-2010, employing his two sons and many of the same dancers. 

Mysterious, mould-ridden school demolished

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   The school at the corner of Oxford and Upper Lachine is no more.
   The nursing school moved out a couple of years ago after mould was supposedly found in the building. According to city tax records, the building at 2055 Oxford was built in 1957 but I can find no listing for it in subsequent years either on Oxford or Upper Lachine in the Lovells directory.
   It was built on farmland,  the extension of the Brodie farm now known as Oxford Park, which the family sold to the city in 1947 for $75,000.
   Local legend has it (ie: one loud-mouth- Chimples) that there was some sort of disharmony between the local anglo kids and the French speaking children who were made to feel unwelcome here and that led to its demise, although that seems like a bit of a ridiculous explanation, admittedly.
  One mention of it in Lovells lists it as an adult educational centre in 1970. It was apparently once double the size but the eastern half was demolished for the high-rise old age home that has sat adjacent to it since 1980.
   So, long story short, it was a flop.
   Nonetheless the local French school board is going to put a francophone elementary school on the same spot, so that should be uninteresting to watch.
Gilson to the left & other now-demolished skule
   Speaking of uninteresting, it should be noted that Gilson elementary, another long-forgotten school, long sat 1022 Harvard. Gilson was at that site from 1918 to at least 1947. A set of bland, unambitious duplexes have occupied the site since. No photographs appear to exist of the school online, although I'd love to see one. It was home to about 340 students, some of whom are surely still alive.
one block to the west at

Shed demolitions and how its legacy is screwing up your garden

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   Local gardeners might wonder why their backyard digging seems to unearth endless amounts of broken glass and rusty nails.
   The reason?
   Some idiot who owned the house you live in now had the shed out back demolished and the demolition team was about as tidy as a cave-dwelling orangutan (WTF!??-Chimples).
  So not only was the demolition of your shed possibly the reason you don't have $1,000,000 in collectibles for sale on Ebay right now (as I have argued meticulouslyhere), but they have also left your backyard a dangerous mess.  

Montreal's Irish and their early grip on the port

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   A group of Irish Montrealers has long had a disproportionately large influence at the port of Montreal, which has been manifested in the West End gang's famous ability to sneak drugs into the port.
   So how did they get this grip on the port?
   Not sure, but they were very aggressive for 125 years at least.
   Here's some evidence indicating that the Irish were already taking charge of things down there in 1890, in the form of a letter by management in response to a wildcat strike by coal shovellers who wanted daytime workers to be paid the same .35 cents an hour that the night workers were paid.
   The strike made ships unable to refuel and it cost them each about $250 per day.
   "The French laborers would never have struck had it not been for the Irish agitators and laborers," wrote management.
   The master workers of the French branch then told the French laborers that they could go back to work, beacuse the strike was not authorized... but "they are afraid of being attacked on their way home."

All-time most descriptive fire reporting - blaze at a lunatic asylum

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Some wildly descriptive reporting from the ever-excellent Montreal Daily Witness from the May, 1890 fire that killed 86 (81 of them women) at a what now the Louis Hyppolite Lafontaine insane asylum  (then called Longue Pointe, later renamed St. Jean de Dieu in the independent borough of Gamelin, since renamed again).
   The asylum has had some, let's say, mysterious moments and some have even suggested that the Catholic authorities who ran the place were directly responsible for setting the fire.
 Anyway, here's snippets for that paper's coverage.
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"We led some of the poor creatures to the stairs and told them to go down. It was useless. They acted like a flock of sheep. They persisted in running back into the burning room back to the rest. I understand that these women were those considered incurable or nearly so, anyway they would not go out and they would all go back. The stairs were all zigzag and the poor creatures could not tell where they were going."
-Those poor creatures stood there - it seemed for an age; but it could only have been a minute or two, their hair singed off. We could see the flesh and skin peeling off them in the terrible heat, as the blaze ran along the floor and burned them up. yet, there they stood, most of them trying to protect their faces with their hands, until they sank down, human beings being fairly roasted before our eyes.
   Elsewhere women were stuck inside due to the bars on their windows:
-...the agonized faces were seen at the windows, the frenzied hands were vainly endeavoring to pull them from their sockets that the women might leap to a speedier but no less certain death; it was here that ladders were placed in the endeavor to reach some, only to find that bars could keep out rescuers as well as keep in the ill-fated beings; it was here that the faces at the bars became invisible through smoke and flame, that the cries and groans gradually became fainter and finally died out in the roar of the flames and the cries of horror and anguish of the onlookers; it was here that the most horrible scenes were enacted.
   More:
   Hopelessness and helplessness, despair and docility were the prevailing characteristics. The idiots seemed to predominate, and their chatterings and meaningless laughings, and the helpless uncontrollable motions of some, when contrasted with the death-like stillness of others, could only call a prayer from the spectator, powerless to hel in any other way. Others there were who restlessly and aimlessly walked to and fro, some muttering to themselves, many carrying crucifixes or images clasped to their breasts, others with glazed eye and stolid, unmeaning face, a it eh muscles were all that lived. Through the mud, in and out of the mires, they plunged, turning to the right and left, backward and forward, with just sense enough not to run against anything directly before their eyes...
-Some spoke knowingly of strange things which had happened within the burning wall,s and asked what else could be expected and one with a huge "Life of Christ" and another volume equally large under his arm, almost weighing him down, in stumbling schoolboy Latin addressed two priests, informing them that the fire was a dispensation from providence on account fo their sins. The priests listened for a few moments and quietly turned their backs and walked away, and the insane man with face sternly set walked up and down as if possessed with some deeply settled conviction.
-Another carried a board on which were what he called mechanical drawings, and with cunning leer looked now and again upon the burning pile, "They'll let me out now, I guess," he said. "Where are they going to put me now? I'll sleep in town, don't you think?" and then he showed the drawings of his perpetual motion machine, of his round car rail, which could be turned around when the top was worn, thus giving one rail the wearing surface of eight - but his patent fastening he would not show.
  -About 130 survivors were brought to a cow shed in the rear. "A stout German, smiling and laughing in idiocy was brought along in a night shirt. A dozen women were piled in one cart, one of them shrieked all the way from the garden to the shed when halfway she attempted to jump out and run.
-Some were crooning away some chattering while others - deprived of speech as well as sense - were making peculiar noises of fright, or rocking backwards and forward. And here, too, the quiet imbeciles sat or lay, a sickening sight. One of the imbeciles jumped to his feet and made a stump speech on health: how thankful he was that he was well when all the world were sick and din't know what to do for themselves. And acrobat, dressed in short trousers evidently thought himself in a circus: First he would bow to this side and whisper a few words, then to that side: turning suddenly he would point abruptly and whisper some more sweet nothings.
   The cows and sheep in the shed were mooing and bleating and her and there one of the patients would try to imitate the noises.  One of the imbeciles took off his chain and crucifix and offered it to the reporter. Many wished to shake hands but a short, "ca va bien" made them pass on contented.
  Some hitting each other with straw and covering each other up.
   Here again was one who had been a brakeman: he was incessantly calling out, "Montreal, Quebec, Virginia, Minneapolis" with reckless disregard for locality.
   Another shouted out, "The doctors give me medicine yes but what good When you come to figure it out there is no doctors nowadays."
  Here was one who had been a shoemaker, it was said. He pegged away at his knee with a resolute will. 

'Former Montreal Canadien attacked me with a knife'

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Blackburn
   Former cop, strip club manager and Habs fans Bob Blackburn renounced the Montreal Canadiens for a unique reason: he was stabbed by a former player.
 "He came at me from behind. I turned to my left and grabbed the blade of the knife. He kept coming back three or four times but I kept avoiding his swings," said Bob Blackburn of Normand Baron's March 13, 1987 attack. "I was restraining him. H started kicking me and yelling. I didn't swing back, as I was concentrating on the knife still in his hand."
   Baron was irritated by the manager's refusal to allow him to party in the club to party free as he said "I'm going to party on the arm."
  Blackburn refused. Baron then showed him a $100 bill and said he had the money but he was still refused entry.
   So he went across the street to another bar he worked at, fetched a knife and returned alone and attempted to stab Blackburn in the back.
   Baron then took a busboy hostage but was eventually cuffed and booked.
   He was apparently under the effects of drugs, namely cocaine at the time.
   Although Baron hadn't been with the Habs for a couple of years, then team General Manager Serge Savard reportedly helped him find legal counsel.
   Blackburn's left index finger was almost severed in the attack and he was forced to miss several weeks of work but the scar - the physical one anyway - has since disappeared.
   Months passed following the attack with no news of any punishment for Baron.
   He complained and later was told that there had been no follow-up because he hadn't appeared in court and yet he had never been subpoenaed to do so.
   Blackburn said that the prosecutor told him that Habs GM Serge Savard had taken an active interest in the case, which might've been one reason it didn't show up to court until he complained.
   Finally, about one year after the attack  Baron was ordered by a judge to keep the peace for two years and do 100 hours of community service, a light sentence that still irritates Blackburn.
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Normand Baron
   Normand Baron's rise to the NHL was of the highly-unlikely variety.
   He reportedly worked in swimming pool maintenance and/or was a bar bouncer in 1983 when he contacted Canadiens' front office guy Claude Ruel and pleaded for at tryout with the Habs because he claimed he could help by protecting Guy Lafleur.
   Chris Nilan was the reigning pugilist for the Canadiens but there was little muscle depth behind him in an era where all teams apparently needed several guys who could scare the other team.
   The was no doubt that the bodybuilding Baron had muscles, as he had been crowned Mr. Quebec and Mr. Montreal in bodybuilding contests and could reportedly bench press 600 pounds.
   Baron wasn't much of a star at any level of hockey and hadn't played for six years, as he had been concentrating on his award-winning bodybuilding career which saw him crowned Mr. Montreal and Mr. Quebec.
  Baron agreed to lose 25 pounds and GM Serge Savard gave him a tryout and the team signed him a $30,000 year deal with the team's AHL  minor-league Nova Scotia Voyageurs.
   Baron, surrounded by future NHL players, notched 22 points in 63 AHL games, half goals, on a squad that won the AHL championship.
   He also bested Dave Brown in a pair of fights and was declared by Serge Savard to be a better skater than Jeff Brubaker and former-first round pick Jimmy Mann.
   He eventually got called up to the Canadiens where he played in four regular season games and three playoff games. But his off-ice existence was far less stable.
   One of his friends had attempted to singlehandedly extort west end clubs, an idea that cocaine apparently sold him on.
   The Habs sent him back to the minors and he eventually went to the St. Louis Blues the next season where he played 22 games alongside a half-dozen other former Canadiens.
   His career ended soon after that, as he apparently suffered an off-ice injury.
   He had been out of hockey for a couple of years when he attacked Blackburn with a knife.
  After his days in hockey, Baron reportedly owned a gym in Verdun, worked as a postman, and or an orderly at St. Mary's hospital.
   Nowadays Baron plays a Canadiens' logo-style guitar in a band and seems to be around the team a lot. he wrote a song tribute to the team and posed with Geoff Molson at a hockey for the homeless event.
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    Blackburn retired seven years ago after 25 years managing the club. He says he took great pride in ensuring the safety of the dancers and keeping drugs out.
   Perhaps most impressive of all, he was never once unfaithful to his wife throughout their 33-year marriage, he says.
   He is not a Canadiens fan, although he said that the many other Habs who came to the strip club were gentleman as were the countless Expos who also showed up.
   He also maintained good relations with the peelers that stripped bare in his club. "They are beautiful,kind-hearted and great mothers.awesome people, you would not believe me if I told you."
   Nonetheless not all of them were great with money. "Try to imagine a beautiful young girl having a good night,making $500-$600 dollars.Comes in the next night with a black eye or cut lip and asks to borrow $10 to pay her driver."
   And some of them weren't great influences on others.
   "There was a fantastic player for the Expos, came to my bar and fell in love with a stripper, she and her friends introduced him to C. He became addicted. Expos paid for his rehab.Got cleaned up, came from rehab to my bar, met the same girl, within one week was hooked again."

How Montreal could easily, cheaply become a global pioneer in health

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     A tiny adjustment at City Hall could make our city on the St. Lawrence a world-leader in the combat against one insidious health-eroding phenomenon.
    The adjustment would require about $100,000 and would set an example for every legislature around the planet.
      Sitting politicians do just what the description suggests.
    They sit.
    And sit.
Get 'er done Bob
   And sit.
   I hope you don't need me to tell you the health disaster that awaits those who sit all day long. The realization first became obvious when British health authorities stumbled over data that proved that ambulatory ticket takers lived much longer than their sitting-compatriots behind the bus wheel.
   Every research has repeatedly since proven that sitting is the new smoking.
   Even exercise does not make up for the damage caused by sitting so Jean Chretien could dash up all the stairs he wants but it still won't make up for all of the sitting he did.
   A simple $700 adjustment to the 125 desks at city hall would allow councillors to either sit or stand during meetings.
   A good stretch of the legs is very healthy thing and those who don't want to get up won't be forced to and those who stand will be able to lower their desks discreetly if their legs get tired.
    The same standards would eventually be copied at the provincial level, then the federal level and then spread into workplaces where legislation would force employers to offer workers the right to either sit or stand while on the job.
   Where should we start? Right here in Montreal. 

The Montreal woman who married a corpse

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    Here's a lovely story for you on this fine day.
    It involves a prank undertaken by medical students at the expense of a Miss Mulcahy in 1889. 
   A Mr. Husson, medical student living in a boarding house on Bleury had taken a fondness to Miss Mulcahy and visited her often.
    Husson went back to visit England whereupon his friends at medical school then proceeded with their heartless prank.
   They sent a message to the Mulcahy residence saying that there was urgent business to attend to at a city hotel. 
   A man with a powdered wig met her at the door to tell her that Husson had fallen extremely ill and wanted to marry her before he died. 
    The young woman was very shaken by the situation so she came close to the man, and held his clammy hand but his body was almost entirely covered, including his face. 
   Soon after the ceremony the clergyman and father both checked on the new groom and said that he had already died.
    They said they would take her to England but she bolted from the sled at Victoria Square.
   Only later did she learn that the father, clergymen and all other involves were medical students who had conspired the whole event and the husband? It was a dissecting corpse taken from the medical school.    

The prison underneath City Hall

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Outside the Western exit of Montreal's city hall, tourists admire an alluring northerly vista, scrutinize the bronze statue of Vauquelin and perhaps visualize Charles de Gaulle shouting, "Vive le Quebec libre!" from a city hall balcony in 1967. But few know that just inches away and a few feet underground lies one of the city's historical treasures.
   Directly beneath Place Vauquelin and the city hall finance department, amid a series of underground tunnels that link to the Montreal courthouse to the west and the Court of Appeal and Marche Bonsecours to the south, sits a labyrinth of cramped, unlit, unheated basement prison cells where Montreal's horse thieves, murderers and drunken rioters were detained from 1808 to 1838.
   And while the cells have been denuded of their metal bars, and modern functioning plumbing taints the authentic feel of bygone penal confinement, one can easily recognize the small segregated rooms as the temporary abode of wife beaters, thieves and screaming miscreants who had endured months of punishment for crimes against early Montreal society.
   The basement cells are all that remain of a three-storey building on the site that housed local evildoers until the Pied-du-Courant prison opened at a site now owned by the Societe des Alcools de Quebec beneath the Jacques Cartier Bridge. Unlike the cells beneath city hall, tours are offered to that newer prison, with a lot of discussion of the Rebellion of 1837.
   The prison near city hall had room for 300 prisoners, but the tiny windowless basement cells are hardly evidence of the supposed progressive rehabilitative notions that went into its construction.
   Onlookers praised the new prison when it opened but within two years critics lambasted the lamentable conditions.
   "The Montreal jail, like that built around the same time in Quebec City, was supposed to alleviate the insecure conditions and overcrowding in the makeshift buildings previously used as prisons," says Donald Fyson, history professor at Universite Laval. "But Montreal's rapid population growth, combined with a shift toward using imprisonment more and more to punish petty offenders such as prostitutes and vagabonds, meant that by the 1830s, the prison was already overcrowded and inadequate."
   City hall does not offer visits to the underground prison and the adjoining tunnels that once connected parts of Old Montreal, while still functional, are off limits for security reasons. (Although one tour company, Guidatours, based in Montreal, does have permission to bring 20 or so people once a year in July.)
   Darren Becker, a spokesperson for the city of Montreal, said the cells fall under the jurisdiction of the historic Lucien Saulnier building, which once housed the city's courthouse and is now occupied by the city's finance department.
   "As part of an effort to promote Montreal's heritage, the city could eventually explore the possibility of allowing tourists to visit the cells as well as other historic parts of the building, although there are no immediate plans to do so," he said.
   The jail cells sit empty save for the occasional office item stored from city hall. Most of the cells have no doors; the few remaining have barred glassless windows.
   The fieldstone walls do not betray any immediate obvious signs of human suffering although it's not impossible that anguished prisoners etched some painful wisdom for posterity -since no one seems to have studied the walls. Thus there's no physical evidence of whether prisoners such as Joseph Lince, who spent six months in the prison from March 1925 for stealing chickens, spent time in the downstairs cells.
   The prison sat right next to the old courthouse, where the city's finance department now stands on Notre Dame St. E., and the proximity must have cut down travel time. So when waiter William Wardrobe stole Sir George Hoste's silver snuff box at the nearby Masonic Hall Restaurant on St. Paul St. in September 1825, the process of arresting, detaining, trying and sentencing the pilfering waiter all took place within a two-minute walk.
   During the jail's three-decades in operation, particularly evil crimes such as rape were punished by hanging in nearby Champ de Mars and one might assume the pillory was also nearby, so convicts such as Jacob O'Dogherty sentenced to an hour in the wooden contraption for "passing a Spanish milled dollar" were also on display for proximate public perusal.
   Sometimes prisoners escaped on the short walk from the courthouse to the Old Montreal hoosegow.
   One such case recorded in the May 7, 1825, Montreal Herald described a "humorous race" involving an unnamed duo sentenced to "a few months imprisonment for a breach of the peace and 'a bit of a row.'" The two attempted to escape Montreal's finest who were escorting them to serve their sentences. One was caught immediately but the other successfully fled by "climbing to the tops of the houses" and then "among cliffs of the cape."
   Perhaps the best known tale from the prison next to city hall was told by historian Edgar Andrew Collard in a Gazette article: In 1833, Adolphus Dewey, who murdered his wife with an axe and knife, was given the chance to escape thanks to the sympathetic jailer's daughter, who brought him keys and a file. But Dewey declined the chance to flee and accepted his punishment, willingly making his final walk to the scaffold.
   While the Montreal jail under city hall will remain off the tourist map, at least for now, what's left of a similar prison in Quebec City, built around the same time, remains a popular attraction at the Morrin Centre where 5,000 visitors come to see 11 cells alongside the Literary and History Society of Quebec. (The cells will be closed for the rest of this year as the prison undergoes $400,000 worth of federally-funded maintenance.)
   Visitors to the Quebec City prison get a charge from the old cells, says Morrin Centre executive director Simon Jacobs.
   "You come through this nice hallway full of portraits of past presidents and then you walk in along crumbling walls and original floorboards, it's so narrow you have to turn sideways into a dark room with small windows. Some young kids and even adults don't want to go in there, it's pretty constricted," he says.
   Quebec City's prisoner scraffiti betrays desperate notes from such infamous prisoners as Francois Lafage, known as le Docteur l'Indien, probably for the long robe he wore. Canada's first mass murderer, he was later executed outside the prison.
   Another prison from that era, built in 1822 in Trois Rivieres, now welcomes 50,000 visitors to its cells and adjacent museum.
   Some visitors choose to pay $60 a night to spend a night in the prison -the country's oldest when it closed in 1986 -to be treated as jailbirds, under the watchful eye of real former inmates hired by the prison.
   But only one tour company brings tourists to Montreal's underground jail once a year in July. "I think city hall isn't really interested in showing off the cells," says Louise Hebert of Guidatours, " it's considered a privilege to see it and few visitors get down there.
   "But seeing a place where Montreal kept its prisoners in chains puts the whole of Old Montreal into a different context."



Montrealers killed by elevators - a list

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   Many people share a fear of riding elevators and not just because they think Beyonce's sister might attack them.
   Some believe this fear to be irrational but we at Coolopolis think otherwise.
  The list of Montrealers killed in elevators over the years is long and tragic. We think you should take the stairs.
   Here's a list of the ones we could find.
1900  - Perhaps Montreal's first-ever elevator death took place when William Samuel died at his family's linen company office on Le Moyne near St. Pierre on Dominion Day 1900. His father, the big boss of the Fabour Brothers company was dis disatraught that he killed himself a month later.
1904 -Painter Armand Decarie was killed at the Queen's Hotel when he looked down the elevator shaft. Decarie, a father with several children was looking down the shaft but neglected the countervailing weight that helped the elevator maneuvre. That smashed him with a head before he could move.
1905 -An unidentified elevator boy living incognito was crushed at the 175-room Turkish Bath Hotel. It was later revealed that he was the son of "wealthy and prominent people living in France.” He was living under an assumed name. The Turkish Baths Hotel was on St. Monique, a now-disappeared north-south street that sat where Central Station is now .
1906 -Someone named Elizabeth Watts was reportedly killed by an elevator at something called the Sherbrooke Flats in Montreal on July 18, 1906
1912 -A 40-year-old contractor named Riley Ryan died at the Windsor Hotel on Sept 5 1912. He was unmarried and was visiting from Brockville. He had just finished having his shoes shined.
1913 - Isaac Kussner of Kussner Brothers leaned over into the elevator shaft at 205 St. Catherine W (old addresses but not far from where the current one is) and fell to his death from the seventh floor in April 1913. Kussner had a wife and four kids. An article on his situation notes that in 1912 there were 8,000 elevator fatalities and 12,000 other injuries in the U.S. in 1912. New York City alone saw 421 fatal elevator accidents between 1908 and 1912.
1914 - Henry Johns died by elevator at the Empire Coal Company at the foot of Desire St. on Sept 24, 1914.  He had a fractured skull and broken ribs and died four hours later at hospital.
1920 - Alexander Dey, 27, fell five storeys in a freight elevator at the Wilson Chambers at 230 McGill (old addresses) at 10 30 p.m. on Nov 3. He was about to open the gate on the fourth floor when the elevator dropped. He was brought to hospital where eh was expected that he would die.
1927 - Night watchman William Marcotte died at the Phillips Bldg 1193 Philips Sq. He was collecting garbage onto the elevator to bring to the basement. He neglected to fasten the elevator in place with the proper lever and when he walked backwards while transporting the garbage he fell 50 feet to his death at 7:20 p.m. on July 19.
1928- Rene Dansereau, 22, fell into the elevator shaft of the La Patrie building corner City Hall and St. Catherine died. Dansereau, a deliveryman, was fooling around with a friend and both slipped down the shaft. Dansereau smashed his skull but the friend landed on coal and laundry at the bottom of the shaft.
1938 - Marie Chaput was listed in serious condition after being scalped in the gears of an elevator at the Nadeau Laboratory. She had been working on top of the elevator when it was set in motion on September 13.
1942 - Building inspector Jean-Marie Lariviere, 35, died at 1010 St. Catherine E. (Amherst Building) at 11 a.m. He died of a crushed skull and back injuries.
1946 - Leo Berube, 32 and Raymond Garbeau, elevator repairmen were seriously hurt (and maybe killed) at 998 Clark. They were in the shaft repairing an elevator when a beam fell and hit them.
1951 - A famous fire that killed 30 people on Atwater near what's now the Lionel Groulx metro was set when a blowtorch was dropped into the elevator shaft.
1959 - Joseph Monaghan, 30, was killed at 2020 Mansfield, which was an automated parking facility. He was crushed by an elevator at 8:15 pm.
1976 - Richard Stewart Scully was shot dead in an elevator on Dec. 23 1976. No address disclosed in article except for that it was a"suburban" building. His brother William Robert Scully, an ardent anti-separatist, later blew himself up in an apartment on St. James near Old Orchard. Their father's business was William Scully Uniforms in the East End.
1979 - Ross Gustin, 79,was trapped under an elevator at Queen Mary apartment. He suffered several fractures but died of hearth failure. A rescue was attempted when another user heart him banging. It remains a mystery how he got there.
1981 - Armand Leveillee, 55, died at 1870 Notre Dame W. He was crushed by an elevator door but was only found late in the afternoon, probably long after he was killed. He worked in the archives of the place. 1995 - A boy, 10, died after falling down elevator shaft at a 20-storey apartment building in Chomedy Laval. He was dead before they could bring him to hospital
2005 - Christopher Powell, 21, died after falling down a service elevator shaft around Oct. 20, 2005 at the Ideal parking garage on Metcalfe. He was a Carleton student from Ottawa visiting to watch friends play Ultimate frisbee.

Taming wild and unruly Lafontaine Park

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Jimmy McShane
   Montreal took over Lafontaine Park - which had been used as a military parade ground - in 1875 but it was hardly the pristine natural space that offers itself to peaceful moments away from the concrete and buildings that have spread over almost every bit of this island.
   For quite some time, the land was a ramshackle, uncontrollable space invaded by squatters.
   One famous showdown between city authorities and the Dansereau family who had built a home on the land took place in 1889.
   The goofs had a home built inside the park, which was then named after the former landowners: Logan Park, or Logan Farm or Logan's Park or Logan's Farm.
  The squatters' 60-foot ramshackle shed stretched beyond the boundaries of the park, 26 feet out onto Sherbrooke St. and 11-feet past the other perpendicular western limit of the park (likely Lafontaine Park Ave.)
   On June 12, 1889 city officials named Leprohan, Flynn and Doran then tried to finally and decisively deal with the problem and went to the house which inhabited by a Mrs. Dansereau and presumably others.
   The woman usually didn't answer the door and she and family members would curse anybody who questioned her about the property.
   After a standoff, police and other authorities finally apprehended her and put her in a cab, while officers Mercier and Parent watched out for the "kiln man" who they thought was armed with a gun.
   According to a separate account, Logan Farm was ugly and practically barren except for two trees on it, very large elms.
   An Irishman named McCall grew vegetables on a plot of land there and the land also contained a massive and hideous sand pit, according to to an account describing the place is 1891.
 The park was renamed in June 1901 in a council motion which English-Montreal councillors vote to oppose.
   By around 1911 there were only 125 acres of parkland in the city but by 1926 that total had increased to 1,775 and greenhouses were also placed in many of them, including in Lafontaine Park, thanks to an initiative from Mayor Jimmy McShane that launched just WWI.
   And yet by 1926 Montreal was spending only a fraction of what other municipalities were putting up to create green space. Montreal spent 37 cents per capita towards city Toronto was spending $2.87, Westmount $2.12, Outremont over $2 and so forth.
   In the 1930s the Nichol family, of Midgets Palace fame, negotiated to return to Montreal but only on the condition that they be permitted to life in a house in the park. They ended up in a home slightly to the West on Rachel where they hosted visitors in a longstanding popular tourist attraction. 

YouTube celebrity comes to Montreal for sex change

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   Mistress Joules, whose real name is Julie Van Vu, is no longer trapped in a man's body thanks to a visit to our fine island city on the raging St. Lawrence River.
   The Vancouver-based YouTube makeup-tip and lifestyles blogger had the transgender transition surgery on April 28 at the office of Dr. Brassard. Montreal long had a reputation as a world-capital for sex-reassignment surgery and apparently it's still going strong.
   If you look through her other videos you'll that it can be a pretty painful transition.
   "No matter who you are, you're not perfect and you will hit rock bottom," she says in the video above.
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