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In the decades before Jackie Robinson broke baseball’s color line, white superstars like Stan Musial, Dizzy Dean, and Bob Feller barnstormed around the country playing against black teams in rural hamlets like Van Meter, Iowa and Enid, Oklahoma. Timothy Gay’s meticulous, eye-opening account of these encounters offers up a rare glimpse of the world in which such memorable baseball was played in such intimate surroundings. More crucially, it reveals how Black Hall of Famers such as Josh Gibson, Cool Papa Bell, and Satchel Paige “made white club owners, scouts, and fans appreciate the caliber of ball being played in the Negro Leagues, and forced them to confront the absurdity of” MLB’s apartheid.
Much of this reckoning has to be attributed to the presence of the ageless, tireless Paige, who could pitch five games a week and still utterly frustrate hitters like Joe DiMaggio and Musial. Paige was also a vaudeville entertainer in cleats; his crowd-pleasing hijinks included occasionally ordering his fielders into the dugout as he pitched to batters. Paige’s most consistent barnstorming rival was Dizzy Dean, whose clownish on-field demeanor and off-field antics matched Paige’s. In one memorable game, Dizzy parodied Paige’s famous high-kick windup to strike out Satchel himself. Paige returned the favor by whiffing Dean in his next at bat. But for all his talent and showman ship –as has been chronicled in detail in Larry Tye's recent biography – it was his teammate Robinson who was picked to first integrate the Major Leagues, and Paige was well north of 40 when he broke into the majors, helping Feller’s Indians win the 1948 World Series.
Gay does more than give us highlights from those legendary matchups: he takes care to brings readers behind the comical façade mounted by players like Paige and Dean, with an eye to the privations that had been the prologue to their careers. Paige’s boyhood in Jim Crow Alabama was beyond squalid; baseball gave him true joy. Dean was equally poor, a southern white who’d picked cotton with black field hands and for whom “black-white games were about having a good time and making money, putting on a fun show against the best possible competition.” In casting light on these long-forgotten interracial games, Gay proves that Jackie Robinson was not alone in his role as an athlete turned trailblazer.
Over the years, a rich store of baseball lore accumulated around barnstorming experiences. . . . Such scenes were a measure of the depth
and spread of baseball’s roots. —HAROLD SEYMOUR, BASEBALL: THE GOLDEN AGE
Herman Wouk once wrote that the past of immigrant America is like a fog: “Clutch at it and it wisps through your fingers.”1 Much of interracial baseball’s saga before Paige, Dean, and Feller came along is similarly elusive. Yet games between all-black and all-white squads had long been a staple of barnstorming. Indeed, virtually all of early baseball’s demigods—from pitcher Walter Johnson and outfielder Ty Cobb to blackball ace Cyclone Joe Williams and peerless shortstop Pop Lloyd—played in interracial exhibitions.
These black-white games “revealed a fundamental irony about baseball in the Jim Crow era,” historian Jules Tygiel observed. “While organized baseball rigidly enforced its ban on black players within the major and minor leagues, opportunities abounded for black athletes to prove themselves against white competition along the unpoliced boundaries of the national pastime.”2
No baseball boundary was as unpoliced as barnstorming’s. The term is a vestige from a bygone age. Many nineteenth-century farm communities lacked halls or theaters, so itinerant entertainers—early vaudevillians, black-faced musical minstrels, even actors doing abridged versions of Shakespeare—would perform in barns, packing them to the rafters. As William Safire’s New Political Dictionary explains, politicians eager to cultivate the farm vote began “storming” barns, too.3
Later the phrase was adopted by stunt pilots, who charged fairgoers a few bucks for the thrill of buzzing barns in a biplane. The Oxford English Dictionary, as Thomas Barthel’s Baseball Barnstorming and Exhibition Games, 1901–1962 points out, defines barnstorming as being applied “deprecatively to a strolling player.”4
The reception to early baseball barnstorming, however, was anything but deprecatory. Fans turned out in droves. How else could folks in the hinterlands see their heroes up close? When a barnstorming team came barreling through, local leaders declared a holiday. Schools and businesses often closed early.5
Hitting the road helped black teams and white teams fill their coffers. It also provided entrepreneurial players with a chance to earn extra cash if their clubs didn’t do the organizing.
Until the 1940s, paychecks for white big-leaguers arrived only during the season. Barnstorming, then, became an important way to fatten money clips during the fall and winter. But for black players, barnstorming was a life preserver that kept them afloat since their “regular” pay was so meager. Kent State University historian Leslie Heaphy argues that the majority of games played by black teams during the course of a typical season were exhibitions of one kind or another—not “official” league contests.6 Barnstorming became such a profitable enterprise for white professionals that some autumns during the Roaring Twenties, a dozen or more squads were out on the circuit, many of them competing against black teams.7
America’s first recorded game between an all-black squad and an all-white team took place in 1869, four years after the Confederate surrender at Appomattox, Virginia. The contestants were the black Pythians of Philadelphia and a Caucasian nine comprised mainly of Philly newspapermen known as the City Items. Angered that the National Association of Base Ball Players had rejected their application for membership on racial grounds, the Pythians pummeled the Items, 27-17.8
This inauspicious meeting was the genesis of hundreds of interracial games over the next three-quarters of a century. Certain exhibitions were products of choreographed tours, where a white “all-star” team would take on a black unit (often an aggregation playing under the banner of the “Colored All-Stars” or the “Colored Elite Giants” or some other convenient label) several times over the course of a week or so.
Most black-white games, however, mirrored other postseason barnstorming. They tended to be hastily arranged affairs thrown together by players and promoters as the regular season was winding down. Interracial “barnstorming” covers the full swath of contests, from nationwide cavalcades to onetime exhibitions; from games in the Caribbean and other remote places to marquee matchups before massive crowds in New York, Chicago, and Los Angeles.
The first known encounter between black and white “professional” teams took place in 1885 when the Cuban Giants, an outfit founded by black waiters at Long Island’s Argyle Hotel, met the New York Metropolitans of the American Association. Gotham’s original Mets triumphed, 11-3.9 The black players attempted to disguise their identities by jabbering in Spanglish, hoping to pass themselves off as real Cubans so they could join a white circuit. The ploy didn’t work, although it foreshadowed similar fakeries to come.10
At that time, blacks had not yet been barred from white professional leagues. In 1883, Moses Fleetwood Walker, an alumnus of Oberlin College and the University of Michigan Law School, was signed as a catcher for the Toledo Blue Sox of the Northwest League. When the Northwest loop transformed itself into the American Association, it became in the eyes of baseball officialdom a “major” league. Two years later, the Toledo franchise collapsed; Fleet Walker returned to the “minors” by joining Cleveland’s Western League club. It would be another six decades before someone of black African descent played in the big leagues.
The first black baseball association, the League of Colored Baseball Clubs, lasted all of two weeks before disintegrating in the spring of 1887. On July 14 that season, white baseball’s most forbidding figure threatened to boycott an exhibition against the Newark minor league club because it employed a black pitcher. Adrian “Cap” Anson was the revered player-manager of Albert Spalding’s Chicago White Stockings of the National League. Anson was also an unalloyed bigot who had long made noises about refusing to play against blacks.11
In all likelihood, Anson’s 1887 walkout was staged—probably in collusion with Spalding and other owners, who were convinced that blacks on the field meant poison at the box office. That same day, perhaps not coincidentally, International League owners adopted a prohibition against black players.
New York Giants manager John “Muggsy” McGraw enjoyed wintering in Cuba so much in the early 1900s that he opened a casino there. Muggsy’s Havana nightclub soon became an off-season hangout for his Runyonesque pals, including Damon Runyon himself.
White players loved the quick buck they could make in Cuba. Black players, for their part, felt welcomed in the racially tolerant Caribbean, which they weren’t in the States. Many black stars joined Cuban winter league teams in the early twentieth century, staying for weeks or months at a time. In other years, entire U.S. black teams would descend on the island to play a slate of games against local squads.
In 1910, American League president Ban Johnson, embarrassed that members of the world champion Philadelphia Athletics had been cuffed around by Cuban clubs, tried to decree the island off-limits to AL teams.12 A year later, McGraw brought his National League Giants—including Big Six himself, pitcher Christy Mathewson—to Cuba in late November. Although McGraw’s men won nine of twelve games against a team known as the Blues, there were some ragged moments in Havana. In her memoir The Real McGraw, Muggsy’s widow recalled that after the Giants lost two of their first three games, McGraw roared: “Take the next boat home! I didn’t come down here to let a lot of coffee-colored Cubans show me up!”13
In game four, Matty hooked up with JosÉ MÉndez, a brilliant all-around Cuban player whose dark skin consigned him to blackball. MÉndez gave up just five hits, but Matty allowed only three in a 4-0 Giants win. McGraw’s joint must have been jumping that night. Before the first pitch, the Giants scared up eight hundred bucks, found a pliant Havana bookie, and wagered the bundle on themselves.14
For years, Muggsy kept a diary of the black players he would sign if he lived long enough to see the fall of the big-league color barrier.15 He didn’t. Toward the end of his life, McGraw turned against integration, apparently believing that society would never accept it.16
One noteworthy black-white series took place the year after the Chicago Cubs won their last world championship. In October 1909, the second-place Cubbies, who’d won 104 times that season but lost the chance to defend their Series crown to Honus Wagner’s Pirates, played a three-gamer at Gunther Park against submarine screwballer Rube Foster and his Leland Giants, as they were then known. Some thirty thousand fans of both races packed Gunther for the series.17
The second game ended in a blaze of catcalls and recrimination. Foster, recovering from a broken leg suffered three months earlier, was protecting a 5-2 lead in the ninth when the Cubs rallied for three scores. With the winning run—in the person of Frank “Wildfire” Schulte—camped at third, Foster called time-out to discuss his team’s options with colleagues on the beach.
Columnist Ring Lardner, a devotee of blackball, was there to describe the bizarre goings-on. “As [Foster] left the field, the Cubs rushed onto the field protesting that Foster had no right to delay the game. . . . Amid the arguing, Schulte suddenly dashed for home. Foster whirled and fired the ball to catcher Pete Booker, but the ump ruled Schulte safe on a very close play, whereupon the exuberant Cubs fans swarmed on the field. Foster was fit to be tied, but the ump ruled the Cubs winners.”18 Rube’s team also narrowly lost the other two games of the series.
The rotund Foster was not only among the best hurlers of his generation (Rogers Hornsby, never noted for effusive praise of blackballers, called Rube “the smoothest pitcher I’ve ever seen”19), but he would become the key figure in founding the Negro National League. As a field manager, Foster forged blackball’s pedal-to-the-metal style of play: stealing bases, slapping bunts, and hitting-and-running with abandon.20 Eventually known as the Chicago American Giants, Rube’s team became a template for other black franchises. Watching the American Giants take the field in their Old English–script “CAG” jerseys, the young Buck O’Neil remembered, was “like seeing the gods come down from heaven.”21
Foster and his CAGs would take on anyone, anywhere. In 1910, his squad integrated the California Winter League, establishing an interracial tradition in West Coast off-season ball that endured for four decades.22 In 1920, Foster realized his dream of organizing a black baseball association. Rube’s Negro National League—the first black baseball circuit truly professional in scope—lasted ten years before being snuffed out by the Depression.
Foster died young in 1930 after a crippling bout with mental illness. His body lay in state for three days. Three thousand mourners braved Chicago’s winter chill to pay their respects.23
Early interracial ball’s most unsettling episode took place in the fall of 1915. The Indianapolis ABCs, a black team led by flinty twenty-one-year-old center fielder Oscar Charleston, played at home against a makeshift squad that included a pair of Detroit Tigers, shortstop Donie Bush and outfielder Bobby Veach.24 The white team was leading 1-0 in the fourth inning when Bush was called safe on a disputed play at second. Second baseman Bingo DeMoss, who’d applied the tag, howled in protest. Charleston, a native of Indiana whose temper was almost as prodigious as his talent, charged in from center and punched the white ump in the jaw. “In an instant,” blackball historian John Holway writes, “players and fans were mixing it up on the field in what was called a ‘near race riot’ before police broke it up with billy clubs.”25
Charleston and DeMoss were carted off in a paddy wagon. After the ABCs’ owner put up bail, Charleston apologized and the two brawlers were released. They promptly lit out for winter ball in Cuba.
Dizzy Dean once said that Charleston “could hit that ball a mile—he didn’t have a weakness” at the plate.26 “The Hoosier Comet” also didn’t lack for toughness, having run away from home at age fourteen to join the army. He served in the Philippines, helping to quell a guerrilla uprising that turned savage on both sides. Monte Irvin relates in Few and Chosen: Defining Negro Leagues Greatness that Charleston once confronted a robed Klansman, ripped off his hood, commanded him to speak—and lived to tell the tale.27
Few social experiments in the early twentieth century were carried out with the panache of James Leslie Wilkinson’s All-Nations team. The All-Nations were inveterate barnstormers, precursors to the Kansas City Monarchs, and the only truly integrated club of its era.
J.L., the son of the president of Iowa’s Algona Normal College, became smitten with baseball as a youngster. To escape the wrath of a disapproving father, J.L. took to pitching under an assumed name.
In his teens, much like Rogers Hornsby and Joe Wood at comparable ages, J.L. signed on with one of the traveling Bloomer Girl baseball teams—typically, an actual girl or two surrounded by crudely disguised young men. After sporting a wig for a few weeks, Wilkinson was promoted to the group’s manager. He showed promotional savvy by adding a marching band and a professional wrestler.
Weary of baseball in drag, Wilkinson decided that a racially integrated club might draw even bigger crowds than his “girls.” His initial sponsor was a Des Moines sporting goods store. When one of the proprietors ran off with the team’s cashbox, J.L. took over as owner.28
The composition of his artfully branded “All-Nations” team was breathtaking for 1912: Wilkinson, who was white, employed African Americans, Native Americans, Cubans, Asians, Polynesians, Italian immigrants, even a woman he christened “Carrie Nation”—although she had no connection to the ax-wielding antisaloon zealot. Never beneath a little hucksterism, J.L. had his charges do plenty of clowning. Still, he insisted that his All-Nations travel first class; he acquired a $25,000 Pullman coach and transported portable bleachers and a canvas fence.29 Wherever his rail car was sidetracked, folks got their money’s worth: after games, he often staged wrestling matches and dances.30
In 1915, the year D. W. Griffith’s film The Birth of a Nation was released, Wilkinson moved his All-Nations club to Kansas City to take advantage of the city’s superior rail connections and burgeoning black population.31 By then he had enlisted some first-rate African-American ballplayers, among them John Donaldson, a southpaw often compared to Rube Waddell; future Satchel Paige mentor and beanball artist William “Plunk” Drake; and infielder extraordinaire Newt Joseph.
The All-Nations barnstormed all over. In ’15 and again the following year, they thumped Rube Foster’s Chicago American Giants, earning a favorable review in Sporting Life. Wilkinson had assembled “an outfit that baseball sharps claim is strong enough to give any major league club a nip-and-tuck battle, and prove that it is possible for blacks and whites to play on one team”32—rare praise in an America where people were flocking to see Griffith’s “heroic” Klansmen rescue Southern belles from buck-toothed black soldiers.
In 1920, Wilkinson renamed his club the Monarchs, reviving the moniker of an old Kansas City blackball squad, and converted it into an all-African-American outfit. The Kansas City Monarchs became bulwarks of the original Negro National League; over time Wilkie became Rube Foster’s great ally and one of the game’s biggest benefactors. J.L. also became the driving force behind many of the interracial barnstorming tours of Satchel Paige, Dizzy Dean, and Bob Feller—serving as the linchpin of a syndicate that often included Wilkie’s pal Abe Saperstein (later to achieve fame as the founder and coach of the basketball’s all-black Harlem Globetrotters), promoter Ray Doan, and a cabal of blackball booking agents. Wilkie and his compadres carved up spheres of influence like nineteenth-century European potentates. Sometimes blackball agents were at war—but most of the time they behaved like a cartel.
Throughout the Depression years, J.L. gave his Monarchs humane salaries when he could have gotten away with paying less.33 He also pioneered the use of portable lights for night baseball, beating the big leagues by a half decade. His gasoline-powered engine made a deafening racket, belched blue smoke, and cast such a shallow arc that fielders had trouble following pop-ups. But it thrilled fans and effectively doubled the games his barnstormers could play.34 To pay for his contraption, Wilkie enlisted Kansas City pool hall magnate Tom Baird, who became his partner in the Monarchs.
Saperstein, whom Newsweek later dubbed the “Little Big Man of Hoops,”35 was a key Wilkinson ally. Abe opened the Chicago market to big-money blackball; his baby, the late summer East-West game at Comiskey Park, became the Negro Leagues’ biggest stage. At key moments, Saperstein also served as Satchel Paige’s booking agent, spokesperson, and public relations consigliere.
By the mid-’30s, Wilkie’s Monarchs had become America’s most popular traveling club—in no small measure because they frequently played white teams.36 The Michigan-based Old Testament fundamentalist sect House of David also turned to Wilkinson to promote its touring clubs of bearded ballplayers; eventually, Wilkie acquired ownership of the hirsute wonders. Under his leadership, the various squads playing under the aegis of the House of David stumped all over the country. “[Wilkinson] not only invested his money, but his very heart and soul” in baseball, black columnist Wendell Smith wrote.37
Barnstorming was so big it enticed even baseball’s highest-salaried players. George Herman “Babe” Ruth, by far baseball’s biggest attraction of the ’20s and early ’30s, loved the extra spending cash that barnstorming brought him. Most falls, the Babe was out on the road.
In his misspent youth, Ruth had run the mean streets of Baltimore with kids of every ethnic stripe. Babe respected opponents regardless of skin color; he relished the chance to compete against black players.
Jealous peers, in fact, looked at Ruth’s flat nose and thick lips and accused him of a mixed racial heritage.38 His reform school chums called Ruth some variation of “Nigger Lips” a hundred times a day, Leigh Montville wrote in The Big Bam.39 The “part nigger” innuendo dogged Ruth all his life.
According to research conducted by Ruth biographer Bill Jenkinson, the Babe’s barnstorming itinerary included games against black teams in 1918 (when he was still a member of the Red Sox), then again in some seven of the off-seasons between 1920 and 1935 (after he’d left the Yankees and joined the Boston Braves).40 Ruth’s black-white contests ran the gamut from spirited competition with and against top-notch players to glorified pickup games, where he was the sole white attraction surrounded by local stiffs.
With the Great War still raging, the ’18 major league season ended in early September. The September 15, 1918, Hartford Courant reported that Babe, fresh off the Red Sox’s controversial World Series triumph over the Chicago Cubs, had played the previous day in New Haven with a Connecticut outfit called the Colonials. Ruth’s homer accounted for the Colonials’ only tally in a 5-1 loss to the black Cuban Stars.
Two years later, a crowd of ten thousand in Philadelphia’s Shibe Park saw the African-American Atlantic City Bacharach Giants beat “Bustin’ Babe,” as the Philadelphia North American called him, and his all-stars, 9-4. Among the major leaguers touring with Ruth that fall were veteran catcher-outfielder Wally Schang (who’d hit .305 in ’20 for the Red Sox), young outfielder Lefty O’Doul (who’d appeared in just thirteen games that year for the Yankees), and Carl Mays (who went 26-11 that season), the Yankee whose submarine pitch had killed Cleveland’s Ray Chapman a few weeks before, major league baseball’s only on-field fatality.
The North American scolded Ruth’s boys for sloppy play, saying they “booted and kicked chances galore.” Atlantic City’s “dusky skinned athletes” got to Mays and his “sieve defense” for eight runs over the first five innings, most of them unearned. The Bacharachs’ ace, Hall of Fame right-hander Dick “Cannonball” Redding, gave up only one run—a Bambino homer, naturally—through the first eight innings. In the ninth, though, Cannonball misfired, giving up three tallies after Ruth led off with a single.41
Cannonball was a pivotal figure in early blackball and had become the Bacharach Giants’ player-manager. Redding could neither read nor write but the 225-pounder could throw the ball as hard as anyone. In 1919, the native Georgian reportedly threw a no-hitter at his archrival, the equally powerful part-Indian black player Cyclone Joe Williams, only to lose the game. Two years later, Redding was said to have beaten Carl Mays in a fifteen-inning marathon, 2-1.42 The Chicago Defender claimed that in an early ’20s exhibition, Cannonball struck out nineteen big leaguers.43 Redding’s career eventually stretched twenty-seven years. A veteran of the front lines in France during World War I, he died in a mental hospital at age forty-nine.
Later on the 1920 tour, Mays and Ruth were joined in Buffalo by former New York Giants hurler Jeff Tesreau and Yankees catcher Truck Hannah for a pair of games benefiting Canisius College. The big-leaguers hooked up with a local semipro nine known as the “Polish Nationals.”44 On consecutive days they faced a black squad operating under the name “Pittsburgh Colored Stars.” The black club included sidearm flinger John Emery and, it’s believed, eventual Hall of Fame third baseman William “Judy” Johnson, who would have been twenty-one that fall and playing in Pittsburgh.
Babe, a converted Catholic, put on quite a show for Canisius’s Jesuit fathers, playing first base, right field, and pitcher, even turning in a one-inning stint as a left-handed catcher. He also crushed two homers, eliciting “deafening screeches from the kiddies,” the New York Times reported.45 Ruth and the Polish contingent won, 10-0, that afternoon, then beat Emery and the Colored Stars again the following day before another overflow crowd.
Ruth’s enthusiastic embrace of black-white games helped pave the way for Paige, Dean, and Feller. One of Ruth’s last interracial contests came in October 1935 against Luis Tiant Sr., the Cuban southpaw. Twelve thousand New Yorkers at the Dyckman Oval, the Washington Heights diamond that served as the home of the New York Cubans, saw “Lefty” Tiant hold the Babe to just one hit.
In 1946, Chicago Defender columnist Fay Young wrote a nostalgia piece that recalled Ruth’s performance against the Hilldale Club twenty-six years before. Young maintained that in October 1920, Philadelphia’s famed black squad blanked a Ruth all-star team, 5-0. The Babe struck out three times against Hilldale pitcher “Pud” Flournoy, Young claimed.
Historian Jenkinson, who has compiled a day-by-day record of the Bambino’s barnstorming, confirms that Flournoy did whiff Ruth twice (not three times) in a game that fall. By the ’20s black teams were proving their mettle against whites.
Indeed, during that same week in 1920, Young said, black teams scored three other victories over white major leaguers.
• The St. Louis (Colored) Giants defeated their crosstown rivals, the Cardinals, 5-4, in a game that drew the ire of the Spink family, publishers of the hometown Sporting News;
• St. Louis’s black squad then vanquished the “Phillies,” an all-star troupe led by Bob Meusel of the New York Yankees, 7-1; and
• The Hilldale Club, days after its triumph over the Babe, defeated a squad organized by Philadelphia Athletics’s owner-manager Connie Mack, 2-1.46
Former federal judge Kenesaw Mountain Landis was just taking the reins of organized baseball in the fall of ’20. Named after the Civil War battle where his father was wounded, Landis got the commissionership for two reasons: First, because he had a reputation—much of it exaggerated—as a foe of corruption. And second, because with his stern visage and shock of white hair, he looked the part. If Fay Young’s account of black-white game is accurate, no wonder the judge developed such scorn toward interracial ball.
As with much of black history, however, reliable records either never existed or have disappeared. Even in the salad days of the Negro Leagues, game accounts and box scores often didn’t appear in newspapers. Thanks to well-heeled promoters, black contests tended to be hyped in advance, but few were covered in much depth afterward. Team executives, caught up in blood feuds where players routinely jumped contracts, were loath to release too much information. Moreover, since African-American papers were weeklies, it was impossible for undermanned sports departments to report on events that happened days before, often in places hundreds of miles away.47
Historian Neil Lanctot, author of Negro League Baseball: The Rise and Ruin of a Black Institution, regards almost all Negro Leagues statistics—even such rudimentary records as year-by-year team standings and individual batting and pitching numbers—with a jaundiced eye.48 Erratic record keeping, however, should not diminish the stature of the Negro Leagues, especially the all-star squads that took on white major leaguers. Lanctot and other scholars believe that when the likes of Satchel Paige or Cyclone Joe Williams were on the mound, Negro Leaguers could compete with major leaguers. When a first-rate pitcher wasn’t going, blackball was roughly the equivalent of organized baseball’s high minor leagues. Some thirty blackballers have now been enshrined in the Hall of Fame, thanks to an expert panel.
Hall of Famer Monte Irvin, who played a decade in blackball before signing with the New York Giants in 1949, says that Negro Leaguers, many of whom came up as raw teenagers, were not necessarily grounded in the game’s fundamentals. But after seeing a properly executed play, blackballers quickly adapted.49
Negro League stalwarts such as David “Cap” Malarcher, the longtime manager of the Chicago American Giants, liked to claim “we [black players] always beat ’em,” but that’s hyperbole. As historian Holway maintained in Ken Burns’s PBS series Baseball, of the 432 interracial exhibitions that he has been able to document, black teams won 266—a hair more than 60 percent.50 Jim Reisler cites comparable statistics in his Black Writers/Black Baseball: of 445 known interracial games, black teams won 269, lost 172, and tied 4.51 It wasn’t always a fair fight: in many instances, the African-American team was composed of the best that blackball had to offer, whereas white teams often consisted of a big leaguer or two accompanied by minor leaguers, retirees, or semipros.
Still, black players savored the chance to demonstrate that they belonged on the same field. Almost every dominant white pitcher from the early decades of the twentieth century—from Rube Waddell, Grover Cleveland Alexander, and Rube Marquard to Lefty Grove, Schoolboy Rowe, and Lefty Gomez—lost games to black opponents.52
Doubts remain about certain statistics, but what is beyond doubt is that so many fans of both races swarmed to these exhibitions that promoters and players cashed in big. So big that white players fought back hard when their bosses tried to take barnstorming away from them.
Commissioner Landis was officially installed in the winter of 1920–21, in the wake of jarring revelations that members of the Chicago White Sox had thrown the 1919 World Series. After pretending he had cleansed the game by banning for life the eight indicted (but never convicted) “Black Sox,” Landis turned his attention to barnstorming. The owners to whom Landis owed his fifty thousand dollars per annum empowered him to rein in off-season ball.53
Landis’s opening shot was to announce plans to enforce the owners’ 1914 edict restricting barnstorming. Among other directives, the rule forbade World Series participants from barnstorming after the postseason ended. It also proscribed games against “ineligibles,” which clearly included players of black African descent, as well as convicts and ex-cons.
The new sheriff in town wasn’t going to be pushed around. In the fall of ’21, Landis slapped Babe Ruth and Bob Meusel with big fines for violating the Series-participant barnstorming ban. The judge took away their Series earnings and suspended them without pay for the first month of the ’22 season. Landis eventually declared that only three players per franchise could barnstorm together at a given time.54 Organized baseball’s crackdown, the Sporting News harrumphed, ought to “make some ball players with Bolshevik tendencies to hesitate.”55
The next season American League owners, sensitive to criticism that Ruth’s and Meusel’s punishment had been too severe, voted to allow their charges—including World Series players—to barnstorm until October 31 each season.
But owners became increasingly shrill about anything that smacked of interracial ball. Yankee co-owner Colonel Tillinghast L’Hommedieu “Cap” Huston told the New York Times’s John Kieran:
I agree with the gentlemen who think this barnstorming business is getting past a joke. First, I was all for the boys. I couldn’t see why they should be deprived of earning the extra money in the fall, but, gee whillikers, some of the happenings in these barnstorming trips have made me sit up and take notice. Think of several teams of major leaguers losing farcical contests to colored teams. Either they ought to quit playing or at least draw the color line.56
Throughout his tenure, Landis made ominous noises about drawing a sharper line on barnstorming. In 1933, American League president Will Harridge, fretting over injuries sustained by Jimmie Foxx while the star slugger was touring, urged a complete prohibition. Predictably, Yankee co-owner Jacob Ruppert and the Sporting News embraced Harridge’s call. But big leaguers continued to thumb their noses, especially after Landis sought to limit barnstorming to the ten days immediately following the end of the World Series.57
Players also defied Landis’s attempts to curtail off-season exhibitions on the West Coast, particularly the California Winter League. It annoyed Landis that the CWL had become a lucrative gig for major leaguers, not to mention an unacknowledged testing ground for racial integration.58 Despite harsh economic times and white owners’ disdain for integrated games, black-white exhibitions continued to draw sizable crowds—particularly when baseball’s most charismatic figures began hitting the circuit.
© 2010 Timothy M. Gay
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Posted February 13, 2012
A good inside look at the old days of barnstorming. Overall, this is a good look at the whys of barnstorming. I would have liked more funny stories and less play by play of each game.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 10, 2011
It was a great look back at the Negro League players and their barnstorming activities across the country playing against white teams.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 27, 2010
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