Here's an interesting biography/memoir submitted by that rarest of creatures, a true North American gentleman.
I wasn't a Beliveau fan in my youth. Not that I had anything against him, but it was hard to be a devout NHL fan on the prairies in those days. The closest professional team was over 1000 road miles away. We all played hockey in one form or another, and decorated our rooms with colour hockey action photos clipped from the pages of the newsmagazine that came with the weekend edition of the newspaper, but our NHL loyalties were mixed, usually switching from one team to another to follow the fortunes of a particular hockey hero. I favoured Chicago because of Bobby Hull. Had I known more about Beliveau, I might have chosen Montreal.
Beliveau has his name engraved on the Stanley Cup not less than 17 times, and he was a member of the Canadiens for each of those victories. He won the Hart trophy for MVP twice, the Art Ross trophy once (leading scorer) and the Conn Smythe trophy for playoff MVP once. He was a Grand Officer of the National Order of Quebec and was also presented with the Order of Canada. When he started playing hockey, he spoke no English. He picked that up from teammates. He could actually have started play in the NHL a couple of years earlier than he did, but Jean held out for personal reasons and loyalty to the junior team he was currently playing with. Plus, he had his eyes on a certain young lady. Fame and money could wait.
When Beliveau chose a course, he didn't deviate from it. He gained the affection of that young lady and stuck with her for 61 years: only the reaper could part them. He also signed with the Montreal Canadiens and played with the likes of Maurice Richard and Boom Boom Geoffrion. He stuck with this team as well, in spite of the fact that other teams tried to lure him away with lucrative enticements. He was a man of principle, and he was going to stick with the escort that brought him to the dance. When his playing days were over, he went on to work for the team in the office.
Beliveau started his professional career at a time when the players wore no helmets and the goalies had no face protection. Players played for a pittance with broken bones and never considered that to be particularly unusual. Jean comments on the advent of these innovations: he was all for the goalie mask but wasn't wild about the helmets, claiming they led to more stickwork resulting in more injuries. In those days a player taking a dive would be held in contempt; nowadays brush up against a player and he goes down as if tomahawked, only to appear on the ice uninjured for his next shift.
Jean comments on all of the changes he has observed in hockey and how the game was changed by each innovation. There were the helmets and face masks, the curved blade on the hockey sticks. He states that one of the biggest changes was brought about by the unorthodox (for that time) play of Bobby Orr. And, of course, the NHLPA, the union that ensured that players would get a fair cut, although he laments that this has ballooned out of proportion to the point that wages are hard to justify. Patrick Roy at that time made as much money in two months as Rocket Richard made in 18 years of solid play. Beliveau foretold the shutting down of some minor markets like Quebec and Winnipeg because the fan base couldn't support a team.
Beliveau remained true to himself throughout his life, and although he was courted by both major political parties, he turned them down. Conservative PM Mulroney wanted him for the Senate, but Beliveau believed that representatives should be elected, not appointed, and so turned down what would have been a plum job for life. When Liberal PM Chretien wanted him for Governor General, he begged off because he wanted more time to be with his family.
Beliveau played a rough game against some pretty tough customers. He was broken and bruised and took some cheap shots, but throughout the book he doesn't stoop to character assassination or anything of that nature. The league was full of interesting men, and he tastefully tells their anecdotes along with his own story. The sad part is that the book is dated, Beliveau is long gone, and few of us remain who remember the real men of the "Original Six".