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Squeak and the Mustangs (Part 1)

Squeak Leopold made the ice
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for the Stampede Corral
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in those days there were no Hitmen
only the Centennials
and Squeak kept the ice before that was fashionable
he had been a junior hockey player before that
Edmonton Oil Kings
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Calgary Stampeders
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Drumheller Miners
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Trail Smoke Eaters
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there were a lot of junior hockey leagues and teams at that time
Canadian-American
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Western
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Central Professional
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Alberta Senior
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and I'm sure that was a factor in the job he got
it might have helped that he had tried out for the Chicago Blackhawks 3 times
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when you're played with Stan Mikita
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getting cut is not a disgrace
and in some circles was even quite respectable

To be continued.

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