During the haymaking days of the Broad Street Bullies, Clarke and gang came to Chicago one evening in mid-December. The Flyers did their usual number on the Black Hawks, after which Clarke whistled over a reporter in the visitors’ bathhouse. Clarke and his cohorts had read a story in The Tribune about a South Side mom with no heat in her apartment and no money to buy her children Christmas gifts.
"You know that lady in your paper this morning?" Clarke said, handing over $250 in cash. "This is from the guys. Make sure it gets to her, eh?"
"She’s a perfect stranger," we remarked.
"It’s Christmas," said Clarke.