The freshman eleven went up to Andover Saturday, and got a thorough trouncing, while the 'Varsity was manfully spurting through rivulets and quagmires, and scoring touchdowns. We published an editorial, a day or two ago, warning the freshman of just what has happened. They have capital material, but they played better the first week they were here, than they are doing now. This must stop at once. The team has been literally loafing,, and seems afraid to soil its new uniforms; they are dirty now, at any rate, and perhaps the play will improve in consequence. Ninety doesn't seem to realize that she has a game with Yale ahead of her at that, and only about three weeks distant, too. They urge in their defence, "Yes, but Sears and Harding will play in the Yale game." True, little friends, but one end-rush does not make a victory any more than the proverbial swallow makes a summer; you must train your eleven to play foot-ball and not puss-in the-corner; your rushers must run with the ball and not let the half-backs do all the work; or, if they want the half-backs to score, they must block like men and not give way at every rush. Another evident point of weakness seems to be failure to drop on the ball in a scrimmage; Yale men as a rule rather like to do this than other-wise, and any team that wants to win must learn to do it, whether they like it or not.

Ninety, you have got lots of good material, and you are enthusiastic enough; but you have let pride and vanity overcome you; and you will fall unless you perceive your error in time. We believe you can beat Yale if you go about it in the right way; you are dolefully wrong, now. Is it your captain's fault, Ninety, or, Captain, is it the team's? Correct it whose ever it is!