The Freshman Eleven.

The candidates for the freshman team have now been in training five weeks; but the eleven that has been turned out does not promise to make even a respectable showing against Yale. To whatever cause the poorness of the eleven is due, whether to the inefficiency of the captain, or to the lack of interest among the men, one thing is very sure; unless a speedy imorovement takes place, whether by the training of new men or by the better work of the old ones, the team can look with confidence to a disgraceful defe at at the hands of the Yale freshmen.

None of the men on the eleven have learned to do with even a little success, one of the four things that are the elements of the game-blocking, getting through, tackling and dropping on the ball. Not one of the men watch the ball, and with scarcely an exception, they jump at a man's head in tackling, instead of taking him low. The backs, when they look for a hole in the line-which is not often,-can seldom find one. The men play without a bit of snap or earnestness. They seem to think they can play hard when they choose, and at other times are at liberty to gaze around the field or do whatever else suits them best. This sort of work has lasted quite long enough and the sooner the captain and his men wake up to the fact that they have something to do besides amusing themselves, the better it will be for them and the less the chance of an ignominious defeat in the coming contest with Yale.