1942 St. Louis Cardinals Season - Farm System

Farm System

See also: Minor league baseball
Level Team League Manager
AA Columbus Red Birds American Association Eddie Dyer
AA Rochester Red Wings International League Tony Kaufmann, Estel Crabtree and Ray Hayworth
AA Sacramento Solons Pacific Coast League Pepper Martin
A1 New Orleans Pelicans Southern Association Pat Ankenman
A1 Houston Buffaloes Texas League Clay Hopper
B Decatur Commodores Illinois-Indiana-Iowa League Adel White and Tony Kaufmann
B Allentown Wings Interstate League Benny Borgmann
B Asheville Tourists Piedmont League Bill DeLancey
B Columbus Red Birds Sally League Harrison Wickel
B Mobile Shippers Southeastern League Tommy West and Adel White
C Fresno Cardinals California League Lou Scoffic
C Springfield Cardinals Middle Atlantic League Walter Alston
C Duluth Dukes Northern League Eddie Malone
C Pocatello Cardinals Pioneer League Nick Cullop
C Springfield Cardinals Western Association Runt Marr
Level Team League Manager
D Johnson City Cardinals Appalachian League Mercer Harris
D Albany Cardinals Georgia-Florida League Joe Cusick
D Union City Greyhounds KITTY League Everett Johnston
D Williamson Red Birds Mountain State League Ollie Vanek
D Washington Red Birds Pennsylvania State Association George Jenkins and Moose Fralick
D Hamilton Red Wings PONY League Roy Pfleger, Ken Blackman and Joe Sugden
D LaCrosse Blackhawks Wisconsin State League Ed Konetchy and Lou Scoffic

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