The Yale correspondent of the N. Y. Times writes as follows concerning the announcement of the result of the Harvard-Yale freshman game: "Plenty of rumors got afloat early in the evening, and they were very conflicting, but no authentic news came from the scene of war. The '89 blood simmered, then bubbled, and finally boiled. The freshmen could stand it no longer. Encouraged by a new rumor that the Harvard fielders had burst bloodvessels in chasing home runs, they descended upon the coveted fence and took possession. They had not been there long. however, when a party of sophomores arrived on investigation bent. These new comers declined to trust to rumor. As custodians of the sacred fence, they had to preserve their holy trust, and until authentic tidings of victory came the freshmen must go. It wasn't a question of law, it was a question of fact - and half the freshmen were 150 miles away. And so the others sadly climbed down from the rails just about the time a telegram came telling how the Harvard men had beaten the visitors out of their boots. There might be tears and lamentations and flattened pocketbooks for the freshmen that night, but one thing was certain, there was no fence."