To all intents and purposes the prolonged baseball series is developing into a long-distance hop scotch contest in which both the University and Yale teams have steadily been one jump behind the Weatherman. When Tuesday's game was called off at New Haven, conditions were fair in Cambridge; and when both teams were at Cambridge yesterday there was an accommodating let-up in the down-pour at New Haven. Apparently the signals have been mixed somewhere. Instead of having any of the players "sent to the showers", the authorities are sending the showers after the players. Aside from the fact that members of both teams are reported to have struck for more pay or one night a week at home, and that the New Haven railroad.--its percentage boosted to unbelievable heights by the increased traffic, may prepare to declare a dividend; the little Homeric playfulness on the part of the Weatherman might pass off without comment.

But enough of this sort of jest is enough, and incidentally, the ability to appreciate the joke does not decide anything definite about the relative merits of the two teams. The game will be played today, the heavens permitting, or Saturday, but wherever finally staged, in New Haven or at the Polo Grounds, it will be a Harvard-Yale game, and as such worth waiting for a week.