Tomorrow the eleven plays the last and most important game of the season. The men have worked hard and earnestly under the careful supervision of a faithful captain, and in case of victory or defeat they deserve our hearty commendation. The customary ill-luck which seems to follow the foot-ball team has not failed us this year, for the eleven will go to the field tomorrow crippled by the loss of many of its best players. At the best, our struggle with Yale could not fail to be an exceedingly close one; but, entering it as we do, with such a decided handicap, a plucky, if not successful game cannot fail to deserve praise. That our team will play such a game is not to be doubted for an instant, for their work on the field this fall surely promises this.
The team with which we are to cope has reached a high state of perfection, and in their preliminary game their standard has even surpassed that of Yale's former elevens. With Princeton however, they scored actually less than our team did although their defensive game was much more effective. Taking this into account if we were able to place our best team in the field we would have no need to despair of success. As it is, nothing but indomitable spirit and grit, can save us and the best wishes of the entire college go with the team that our men may be equal to the emergency.