Some Irrepressible optimists are already beginning to talk about the years to come. Admirable as their attitude may be in the abstract, it is a painful and ineffectual remedy for the depression which has seized the rest of the University. Oblivious to the future, most of the undergraduates prefer to remain while among the desolate ruins of the present. When time has eventually given the disaster its proper perspective, there will be consolation in the knowledge that Coach Jones has laid the solid foundations for ultimate success.

Saturday's game was one of the greatest surprises in football history. Resourcefulness and a system were Harvard's principal weapons, as they proved to be weapons admirably suited to the situation. Harvard was out kicked and out-rushed, but not ourwitted. Through three periods, the Yale players fought desperately to score a touchdown, only to find themselves weak when strength was most needed. Then the disaster came. In the opinion of the University, Captain Aldrich's team deserved a better fate. If so, Harvard is to be doubly congratulated upon victory.

During the past three years, there has grown up in Cambridge a legend of the Bloody Crossbar, symbol of terror to those who face Harvard on the football field. It was conclusively proved in Saturday's game that for Yale men the Crimson "H" holds no fears. From beginning to end, the spectators watched a glorious struggle. Defeated in the final game of the season, the 1921 team will go down as one of Yale's great elevens and Malcolm Aldrich as one of Yale's greatest captains. Yale Daily News.