Today's game between Harvard and Yale, the first since the fall of '94, has been a contest which meant far more to each side than the ordinary contests on the gridiron. Yale has been laboring with her proverbial grit against heavy disadvantages. The sympathies of all sportsmen have been with her in her efforts to maintain the magnificent record she has made in the past, by the exercise of those qualities which even her hereditary opponents cannot but admire and honor. Harvard, on the other hand, has strained every nerve to burst the chain of defeats which have been piling up their weight until it has become almost unendurable. The two teams have met, therefore-the one desperate in its fight to prove worthy of proud traditions; the other equally desperate in its struggle for vindication. But, in spite of this intensity of feeling, they have met in a manner worthy of both, and have at last completed the reunion between the colleges which is natural and right.

After all, this formal renewal of friendship is an achievement which in time to come should mean more to Harvard and to Yale than victory or defeat. Harvard is glad to meet her old foes again, and glad that hereafter the meetings on the home grounds will render freer than before social and personal intercourse. Yale men and Harvard men, however their petty prejudices and superficial traits may differ, are nevertheless of the same stock. They are both more thoroughly cosmopolitan than men from other colleges. They come from all ranks of society, and from all sections of the country. They are prepared side by side in the same schools. For these and many other reasons, then, Harvard men and Yale men know and respect each other, and are natural friends and rivals. We hope that this game will be the entering wedge to a still more intimate relationship than the two institutions have enjoyed in the past.