There has never been a more interesting foot ball season at Harvard than that which will end with the game at Springfield this afternoon. The history of the season has been in many respects like that of last season: the captain has worked with the same tireless energy, the same patience, the same intelligence; the players have trained with the same faithfulness, have sunk, for the good of the college, personal hopes and ambitions with the same unselfish spirit; the college has followed the work with the same interest and supported it with the same loyalty and enthusiasm. But peculiar difficulties faced the captain of the eleven at the beginning of this season; he had to undertake the work of building up a rush-line with but two old players to begin with, and he had to fill the places of some of the most brilliant individual players who ever wore foot ball suits. The working out of this problem has been a process of the most fascinating interest, and has been followed from day to day by the college with close sympathy and keen appreciation of its difficulties. The results accomplished demonstrate the real nature of the athletic revival which has taken place at Harvard; they show that the best elements of Harvard life are in our athletics. Such work as has been done this year is its own crown. Victory can add something, but is not essential to the satisfaction we derive from it. Whether we win the game at Springfield or not, the really substantial glory of the foot ball season, the work done by Captain Trafford and his men, will remain the same. They have overcome discouragements of every sort and more than ever shown the wholesomeness of athletic enthusiasm.