We would like to say a few words to eighty-nine on the eve of the game with the Yale freshmen. In another column we publish a communication from a member of the class, which should be read by every man of eighty-nine, and which we trust will bear good fruit. The freshmen should be ashamed that such a complaint should be necessary to stir up those who, either from sheer laziness or from meanness, refuse to do everything in their power to bring victory to the nine. At least the freshmen should feel bound to make as good a showing at New Haven as the Yale men did here. The fare has been reduced to a sum that is within the means of the majority of the class, and under the circumstances it is simply disgraceful that no more than twenty names have been signed in the book at Leavitt & Peirce's. Let us hear no more of conduct such as every right-minded student should blush to call his own, but let every man who has not an examination on Saturday, or who is not in a condition of absolute poverty, buy a ticket, go to New Haven, and cheer on the nine to victory and honor.