We have watched with some interest the actions of the freshmen nine since the game with Yale; we have noted with pleasure the increased eagerness and determination to win that has marked all their doings since their recent defeat. Yesterday morning a communication appeared in our columns which bewailed the reckless expenditures by the base-ball management of the funds subscribed by the freshman class for the support of its team. It seems rather small for any one to begrudge a suit, even though it does cost thirty-four dollars, to the nine, and its six substitutes, that have borne their defeat with such a manly spirit and are working so hard to retrieve their past misfortune. When we look to see the men despondent and careless they are cheerful and are working earnestly and faithfully. Surely we have not given our freshmen nine the credit that is its due. Some one who cherishes a petty grudge against Mr. Vila, the captain, suggests that the men in the nine have ceased to pay the slightest regard to training, and positively asserts that they no longer take regular practice but go out in small groups and stand around Jarvis, gossip and look pretty; that the captain goes out only once and awhile, at such times as do not interfere with his social engagements. We would inform this meddler. Why should he question the actions of the nine and its captain? Do not they know better than he? Let him see to it that he meddles no more in matters he does not understand. It has seemed to some, perhaps, like brazen effrontery for the nine to flaunt their striped blazers in the faces of those who paid for them, and to calmly spend their time as best suits themselves, with no apparent regard to the duty they owe their class. But let those malcontents fret no longer, but console themselves with the thought that the nine and its estimable captain cannot err but must in their infinite wisdom do what is right.

We shall wait with confidence to see the class of Ninety mete out to her nine and its captain the justice that is their due.