Grover Cleveland Alexander - Post Major League Baseball and Farm Leagues

Post Major League Baseball and Farm Leagues

During the late 1930s and early 1940s, Alexander continued to play baseball, touring as a player-coach for the Grover Cleveland Alexander's House of David Team. The team's tour was managed by J.L. Wilkinson and often played against the Kansas City Monarchs. Alexander would play with and against many of the negro league stars of the day, including Satchel Paige, John Donaldson, Newt Joseph, Chet Brewer and Andy Cooper.

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