As every one knows, it is a great blessing to a college to have a freshmen foot-ball eleven, and it is an exceeding pleasure to see them wander round in their curious costumes looking like dainty demons; but did it ever occur to the members of the freshman eleven that they had any duties beyond those of looking handsome and keeping their uniforms clean? Did it ever occur to them that both the class and the college expect them to do some work in return for the fun they get from being on the team? The only reason for there being a freshman eleven at all is that it may try to beat the Yale freshmen, and may development for the University. Now '90 is doing neither of these things. They began with a slhurge, did fairly well for a freshman team, and at once thought they played rather better than the university did. Then they went to Groton, and managed to win a game; but they apparently have no "sand" left after this one game. They found that foot-ball meant work, and so they have stopped playing foot-ball entirely. For a week they have done nothing except come out on the field in a leisurely manner, look round a little while, and then go in again, perfectly satisfied with themselves. They ought to play every afternoon from three to four, against themselves, and then a picked eleven or fifteen ought to play the university from quarter of five to five. Yale does not loaf in any such was as our freshmen are now doing, and the experience of past years ought to have shown that our only hope of beating the Yale freshmen is by working morning, noon and night. As it is, the present freshman eleven bids fair to rival even the far-famed eighty-nine team, which may the fates forbid.