I remember a possibly appocryphal tale from an airline I worked for then, some thirty plus years ago, on a UK to somewhere sunny charter flight, when a fracas broke out among a couple of passengers in the back.
A friend of mine, also an F.O. as gentle as a lamb, but very large in stature,
got up out of his seat, picked up the crash axe and slowly and impressively strolled down the aisle with it in his hand.
The cabin went absolutely silent, and the troublemakers retook there seats and behaved beautifully from then on.
At that base and Company, the crash axe was always referred to from then on as 'Hugecroft's hatchet'. Now that would never ever happen these days would it??! Sadly, he is no longer with us.