Pre-Negro Leagues, Winter League Baseball Team
In the winter of 1915/1916, the Breakers Hotel hired the services of Cyclone Joe Williams and many fellow team members of the Lincoln Giants pre-Negro League baseball team to take on another pre-Negro League baseball team made up of Indianapolis ABCs players hosted by the Royal Poinciana Hotel. The games hosted Negro League baseball stars of the day, including Ben Taylor, C.I. Taylor, Candy Jim Taylor, John Donaldson, Ashby Dunbar, Jim Jeffries, Jimmie Lyons, Bill Francis, Blainey Hall, Dick Wallace, Louis Santop and Spot Poles. One newspaper column claimed that "Astors, Vanderbilts, Morgans and hundreds of others, who never see a ball game outside of Palm Beach.. (are) rooting hard for their favorite team.
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