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It is not often now-a-days that we are compelled to speak of the low and disgraceful treatment which used sometimes, long ago, to be accorded our nine when they played games away from home. Until the game of last Monday with the University of Pennsylvania, we had hoped that the time when a visiting nine would be subjected to the worst and meanest kind of "muckerism" was a thing of the past, but in this respect the students of the University of Pennsylvania seem to be far behind the age. In the first place, it was most ungentlemanly and undignified to print on the posters announcing the match that "Harvard say, we cannot play good enough ball to be admitted to the league. Come and see." Before the game, we had always supposed the Pennsylvanians could play good ball, but, as it afterwards proved, the only honorable thing about the assertion was its undeniable truth; and, in addition, we would suggest that a good course in English grammar might well be added to the curriculum of that university. Men with these placards fastened to the ends of long poles paraded the grounds, ringing bells and acting about as childishly as boys in their kindergartens might be expected to do. During the game the spectators applauded and yelled with delight at every error Harvard made. As for the umpire, that individual so far lost his head when the score was tied in the eighth inning as to toss his hat high in the air, and did not recover his equanimity until one of the spectators, more impartially disposed than the rest, reminded him of the office he was supposed to fill. For his sake, we should also like to hint mildly that an umpire's business does not consist in coaching the members of a team in whose interest college ties bind him. In short, the nine has every reason to feel aggrieved at their treatment, and we are only sorry that a game was arranged at all with the University of Pennsylvania.