Tomorrow ten thousand men of Harvard will go to New Haven to learn that they are Harvard men. For one weekend Cambridge will be a suburb of Boston. In years past more than an aroma of tradition hung on this annual meeting between Harvard and Yale. This Saturday's game will be only a contest between two college teams so far as the world of sport is concerned.
But the Harvard squad will have a fuller satisfaction than the prestige of a national title. Whatever the outcome, it will have maintained one of the finest traditions that Harvard knows. It is not a custom built upon the wavings of banners, sporadic enthusiasm, nor even upon the roots of time; it is deeper than any or all of those; a tradition that has endured through the possession of a mutual respect and understanding.