For the second successive year, under conditions which again threatened to convert the game to water polo, an alert and powerful Yale eleven has earned its victory over Harvard. The University bows to Captain Lovejoy and his men in acknowledgment of their clean sportsmanship and their invincible spirit.

Not to lose, but to lose without giving one's all to win, is the only cause for ever feeling stigma in defeat. Captain Greenough and his team mates, therefore, may look back on the game with no feeling of self-accusation in being unable to accomplish the impossible. They gave their utmost--even more--and it is not their fault that it was not enough. There is no dishonor in defeat at the hands of a superior opponent.

The University has no excuses or explanations. It steps aside for the victors, and concludes its sincere congratulations with the loser's toast--"L'Avenir, Messieurs!"