Now that the eleven has once more been defeated, Harvard men must resolutely face the future and ask themselves what can be done. It will do no good to misrepresent facts to ourselves; the eleven was fairly outplayed. It is true that Yale had unquestionable luck in regard to the wind, and it is further true that Harvard had mishaps which seriously affected her chances. How the game would have resulted if these particulars had been different, is a matter of idle speculation; we must recognize the fact that, as matters actually were, Yale won a clean victory.

No Harvard man, however, had any reason to be ashamed of the eleven which represented our University. They gave a magnificent exhibition of football, especially in the first half. More than this, it was not the individual playing alone that was excellent, but the team play as well. Time was when Harvard presented good individual players and a poor team. Thanks to the work of the coaches, and the fine spirit shown by the eleven, that time is now gone.

And yet Harvard has something more to gain which will come only after many years. It is the experience of victories. Year after year Yale teams go into the game with the feeling that they are in the line of victory that the elevens before them have won, and that somehow they also will win. Victory seems the natural thing. It is a confidence that is not over confidence, and which does wonders in winning a game. It is not to Yale's credit that she has this feeling, nor to Harvard's discredit that she has it not. The feelings with which the two elevens face each other are the logical results of the situation and could not possibly be otherwise.

In other words, Yale has the inside track. It is therefore necessary not only that Harvard should have an eleven slightly better than Yale's, but that she should have one considerably better. That she will succeed in producing not only one such eleven, but many such elevens in the future, no true Harvard man will allow himself to doubt.

Things look dark now,-dark to the students and darker still to the team. It is a time when a call is made on the full loyalty of Harvard men. The team have done their utmost, they have put up a wonderful game, and we are as thankful to them as if their efforts had been crowned with success.

Let there be never a falter. Harvard is fighting against odds, and a glorious fight it is. No Harvard man worthy the name, will be disheartened because of defeat, or will slacken in his support of the eleven. Another game remains to be played this year,- to lose which would be profoundly disastrous, to gain which by a good score would be greatly encouraging. Let us forget Yale, and make ready for Pennsylvania. The eleven will be on Jaris this afternoon at half past two to practice, and every student in Cambridge ought to be there to cheer them. Let us show them that we appreciate their work, that we are with them through thick and thin, and that, come what may, we are true sons of Harvard.