A Chicago Black Hawk swung the first punch and Detroit's Red Wings shook off their heavy glovesthe better to bash an enemy nose. Reinforcements swarmed on to the ice from both benches; Referee Frank ("King") Clancy, who wasn't mad at anybody until he got slugged by a zealous spectator, began swinging too. For twelve minutes, with no cops in sight, there was bedlam last week in Chicago's jampacked Stadium.
Afterwards, everybody felt better. Until then, pro hockey just hadn't been its old unruly self this season. The 1947 accent was on razzle-dazzle attack, not rough & tumble. The man of the year...
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