Fancy a wild charge of yelling Arabs against some lonely zereba in the dusty Soudan, and some faint conception may be reached of the scene that invariably follows the close of a game on either Jarvis or Holmes. No sooner is the last man put out, or the winning run scored than the cream of Cambridge muckerdom rises, and sweeps over the barriers with the resistless power of a tidal wave, overwhelming players and spectators alike in the mad rush. Such is the state of affairs. There is a remedy. At every game a detail of Cambridge "constabulary" is hired to keep the non-paying spectators from encroaching upon the field. This they successfully accomplish during the progress of the game, and it would be in their power, by a judicious use of the cane, to keep back the howling mob until players and spectators had left the field. We venture to suggest that the management of the nine try this experiment, since it involves no additional expense.
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The Ninety-One Nine.
