The ball game between the Yale and Harvard freshmen this afternoon promises to be one of the most interesting events of the season. Although we have often been taught not "to count our chickens before they are hatched," we predict the success of the home nine with no small degree of confidence. The freshman faculty, we understand, are to lend eclat to the occasion by their presence; and what strength should not this circumstance alone inspire! As an appropriate climax to so famous a victory, the freshmen will make a triumphant entry into the city. The line of march will be the most direct route to No. 72 Center street. The usual or rather the unusual ceremonies will follow these initiatory rites.

If all our nine were near-sighted, the fielders used crutches, and the rest had never seen a first base, we should still say : "Our victorious athletes left last night to wipe up Harvard, on her own grounds, this afternoon. There will be need of a crowd to spur them on, the Yale nine will not be allowed more than six runs apiece, and we long for a foeman worthy our steel." etc. There's nothing like "hoping for the best" and scattering it all around for the benefit of the disheartened. - [Yale Courant.