(These words, though written on the eve of another fray, epitomize the feeling of Harvard today as the Team prepares to take the field. For "Purple" read "Crimson"; for "Cambridge" read "Princeton"; for "Holy Cross" read "Harvard Crimson.")

When Purple batsmen are projecting the notorious horsehide through the ozone and depositing it in the wide open spaces which are uninhabitated by hostile fielders, while the Purple mounds-man is catapulting the pellet by the opposing club-wielders, it is not difficult to recline on the seats with one eye on the field and the other on the further section of the grandstand and retain one's composure or peace of mind. But it is extremely difficult to retain the aforesaid state when the enemy is desecrating the final station with foreign spikes while the local representatives, by an unkind turn of fate, remain fastened to the various way-stations along the route.

. . . Champions or no champions, let us remember that we have a team of which we may be justly proud, and that each wearer of the Purple is giving his all for Alma Mater. Let us cease to shed April showers on the buried past and look forward to the future with keen expectation and above all with loyalty Holy Cross is noted for her ninth inning rallies, which are due, not a little, to support from the stands. We need action leave the inertia in the Physics laboratory, and show the boys that we are with them during this, the most crucial part of the season. Get behind the team and the team will never be behind Climb on the wagon and set sail for Cambridge on the morrow, not with an air of superiority or inferiority, but with the traditional spirit of this institution Holy Cross, win or lose, Holy Cross. Holy Cross Tomahawk