The Story of Lizzie Murphy

lizzie_murphyLizzie Murphy was born in 1894 in Warren, Rhode Island. Her family was working class, and as the custom in those days, when Lizzie turned 12 she left school and got a job. She worked as a ring spinner in the Parker Woolen Mill, but her real love was participating in all sorts of sports, including ice hockey, soccer, swimming and long-distance running, with a special love for baseball.

Lizzie’s father was an avid baseball player himself when he had time off from his job at the mill. He encouraged her in her love of sports, thinking that she would outgrow the tomboy phase soon enough. As she grew older it became clear that baseball wasn’t something she was going to outgrow.

She played after work, on the weekends, whenever she could. In an interview with Sports Illustrated in the early 1960s, she said, “Even then, when I was too small to play, I used to beg the boys to let me carry the bats. Finally, I was allowed to join the team for only one reason: I used to ‘steal’ my father’s gloves and bats and bring them along, so I was a valuable asset to them when I could furnish some of the equipment.”

She immediately left her mark with the boys and soon was the first player chosen in nearly every game. In fact, she was so good that by the age of 15, she was playing with men on local business teams like the Warren Shoe Company.

At 17, she became a professional and signed on to play for a Warren semi-pro club. Though her skills were immense, the team’s owner knew that Lizzie was an attraction and could bring in a crowd, regardless of her abilities.



Back then fans in these leagues didn’t typically pay admission to the games, but instead passed a hat around after the games were over and coins were thrown in. The owners would divvy up payment when this concluded. After her first game on the semi-pro club, Lizzie received no payment. The next week, the team had a game scheduled in Newport, Rhode Island. A wealthy port town with a fine amount of sailors looking forward to seeing Lizzie’s strawberry hair under her cap; the owner thought he was going to make a healthy profit that day in Newport.


Lizzie showed up all week long to practice and workouts, never once mentioning her “forgotten” payment. Just a few hours before the game, as everyone got ready, Lizzie approached the owner and told him “No money, no Newport.” Without much choice or leverage at this stage with so many coming to see Lizzie play, the owner agreed to pay her a five dollar flat rate, about $121 today, every game from then on, plus a share of the collection. Because of this, Lizzie Murphy made history, becoming the first known female holdout in professional sports.



A few years later, she was signed by the Providence Independents and, then, by Ed Carr’s All-Stars of Boston. Said Carr at the time of the signing to a group of reporters, “No ball is too hard for her to scoop out of the dirt and when it comes to batting, she packs a mean wagon tongue.”

The team traveled across southern New England and, then, into Canada, pulling in crowds wherever they went. It was estimated that they played upwards of one hundred games during the season, which lasted from April to August. Carr boasted to reporters, “She swells attendance and she’s worth every cent I pay her. But more important, she produces the goods. She’s a real player and a good fellow.”

Besides being a good baseball player, Lizzie also had a good head for making money and marketing herself. To supplement income, she would go into the crowd herself after games, selling picture postcards of herself in uniform for a dime. She liked to say whatever town bought the most postcards was her favorite town.

She also wore the same uniform as all the men, except for one obvious exception. The front of her shirt didn’t have the team’s name, but rather “Lizzie Murphy” stitched across it. She wanted to make sure everyone knew that the woman the fans had paid to see was, in fact, playing first base, and what her name was.


Despite Murphy getting most of the attention, she never had any issues getting along with her teammates. She once told the Providence Journal that, she “didn’t have any trouble with the boys. Of course, they cursed and swore, but I knew all the words.”

On August 14, 1922, a collection of baseball stars gathered at Fenway Park in Boston. An exhibition all-star game had been set-up to honor and raise money for the family of Tommy “Little Mac” McCarthy, a Boston Red Sox great in the 1880s and 1890s. The game featured the Red Sox versus a group of professional baseball players, some who actually played in the majors and others who made their living barnstorming.

About half-way through the game, Lizzie Murphy, the proclaimed “Queen of Baseball,” subbed in to play first base. Met with jeers, and even louder cheers, her entrance into the game made history, becoming the first female to play in a baseball game against major league players. But that wasn’t and wouldn’t be the only time Lizzie “Spike” Murphy would make baseball history. 


Lizzie would go on to have two more firsts. In 1928, she played on a National League all-star team, in a game against the Boston Braves, becoming the first person of any gender to play for all-star teams in both the American and National leagues.



She also became the first woman to play in the Negro Leagues, when she played first base for the Cleveland Colored Giants when they came through Rhode Island.  Lizzy actually got a hit off of legendary Negro League pitcher and Baseball Hall of Famer, Satchel Paige.



Catcher Josh Gibson, one of the greatest power hitters of all time and also eventual Cooperstown-inductee, was asked if Paige really had given Murphy all he had. Gibson responded with an angry “Of course, he did!” because Paige would have never wanted to have the embarrassment of giving up a hit to a woman.



Lizzie Murphy hung up her spikes and jersey for good in 1935 at the age of forty. She spent the rest of her life in her hometown of Warren, passing away at the age of 70 in 1964.

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