Cheering the Eleven.

The eleven will leave for Springfield this afternoon by the 4 o'clock train on the Boston and Albany railroad. The barges will leave from in front of Leavitt and Peirce's at 3 o'clock.

The eleven, every undergraduate is firm in believing, is the best that Harvard ever put on the field. But whether it is or not, it is the duty of every individual in college to be on hand to give the eleven a rousing send-off, to convince them that they have the whole body of students behind them.

Nobody would be so rash as to say that because the eleven is so good, we are bound to win; what this part does mean is that the chances are good, that the men have been working all the fall in the proper spirit,- the determination to play as they never played before. If defeat comes, it will be the fault of nobody, it will be because we were outdone by superior ability.

The practice of the last two or three weeks has been in secret. Every man in college, however much fault-finding he has permitted himself, is aware, deep down in his heart that secret practice was the one proper thing. Of course none of us know just where the eleven stands, but we do know surely that they have made great improvement since we last saw them play, and that they in ever way deserve our confidence, for they will play to the fullest extent of their ability.

The team, then, has done all it could. What it now needs is the feeling that every man in college is back of it, ready to give his most loyal support. There are few more impressive scenes than the send-off of a 'varsity team. The effect on each player is deep and lasting, more so than any individual can understand who has not been on a 'varsity team. As this is true, and everybody knows it is true, let not a single man fail to be on hand several minutes ahead of time, ready to do his share towards helping the eleven to win.