The football season is over, and Yale has won the championship, defeating Harvard in the game Thursday in New York. But let no one think that such a defeat brought disgrace with it. Our team is deserving of the highest honor for the gallant fight they made. Every inch of ground was stubbornly contested. Our eleven played a magnificent up-hill game from the start, and too much praise cannot be showered upon the men who represented our college. In fact we have made an up-hill fight the whole season. Our captain, beginning with comparatively new material, was obliged to put forth every exertion, and spared neither time nor trouble to form a team which should be a credit to Harvard. And he may well be proud of the result. The eleven has brought nothing but honor to him and to us, and we are proud of the debt that we owe to Captain Holden. It should be a great comfort to him in his misfortune to feel that his men have not disgraced him. He may be assured that he has put the game of football at Harvard on a firm foundation, and that the result of his efforts will be apparent in years to come. Harvard has now learned how to play the game, as the Yale eleven will be among the first to admit and we should not rest until we have proved our worth by winning the championship.

To our eleven we acknowledge our gratitude for their faithful and untiring work this fall and they may be certain that their deeds will not soon be forgotten. We must content ourselves this year with an honorable second place, and with the determination that next year, it shall be no fault of ours if the crimson does not float above the blue.