The March lion and lamb have settled their annual differences under the benignant influence of the April sun. Today another truce will be confirmed when the tiger from Nassau walks amicably by John Harvard's side. The hatchet has been buried for many months, but it will be a pleasure to throw another spade full of earth upon the grave.
A rugby match most appropriately marks the renewal of Harvard-Princeton contests in Cambridge. No lengthy training, no five dollar seats, and no shrieking ballyhoo have any part in the game. The priests of "sport for sport's sake" can burn another hecatomb. For the spectators, any lack of technique among the players will certainly be compensated by the appearance in person of that famous Will o' the Wisp, the amateur spirit.
Harvard welcomes Princeton men to Cambridge today. In the warmth of April breezes the sons of Nassau and of John Harvard will re-light the pipe of peace which a chill November blast blew out four years ago.