University of Notre Dame - Dome Yearbook (Notre Dame, IN)

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Bill Draper ' s stop watch beaten to a sitting posture. I remained silent and eagerlv watched the gardener ' s next move. Several mo- ments had passed (or several days, if you wish) before 1 could understand the significance of it all. Suddenly the clock stopped and the gardener pointed to a large calendar, which 1 had not noticed before. 1 1 read l i(V- 1904. Now, I realized all. 1 was three years younger than 1 had been a few moments before. Accidently I raised mv hand to my face and was somewhat startled to find that my mustache was gone. I looked out of the window and saw the men of 1904 walking about. ' hat great men thev were! Kanaley, Griffin, Dillon, Gallitz, Mac, and the rest. But, to get back to my story. Father Ready passed bv, followed bv Tom Lyons, who was in hot pursuit. Things looked entirely changed. I glanced toward Sorin Hall, and as Steve Riordan entered, I saw him meet with a cool reception. What did it mean? I glanced again, this time with greater care, and 1 under- stood; Sorin yas porchless. 1 Jieard someone order a cab and thought him reckless, but 1 realized, of a sudden, that cab hire was a neces- sary evil for the street cars were not then available. I looked down the main avenue of the quadrangle, and on each side stood rows of healthy and majestic-looking century plants. My glance swept the entire space as far as the Post Office. Lo! the Sorin Monument was gone. Everything was changed, and it all happened in an instant. My reverie was put to an end by the calm, soft voice of the gardener. You are a Freshman. For a short space of time I shall take the dignity of a Senior from you. We are now in the Scholastic year I90.vl904. This wonderful passing backward oi time, I did not attempt to explain. 1 realized that it would now be almost four years before my graduation, whereas 1 would have been graduated in a few months had this retrogression of time not taken place. It seemed cruel to take so much from me, but I consoled myself with the thought that it was for some purpose. The gardener urged me to pay particular attention to the progress of the ' 07 class. I prom- ised that I would, and tiic hands of the clock went around at a faster rate than before.

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HISTORY t ' 7 OU ' RE wanted at the .Main Building. The w rds were spoken in a kind, yet authoritative manner. My heart beat fast, and the color came to my cheeks. Why? I do not know — perhaps on account of the vision of Brussels that flitted through my mind, only for an instant, however. I left mv room immediately, and was soon on my way across the Quadrangle. I mounted the steps of the Main Building, and as I stood in the hall-way, on the slab which reads Salve, the President of the Information Bureau met me and greeted me with, Room X. This was a rather informal greeting, but I asked no questions. I had never been to Room X, nor did I know its occupant. Doubt, hesitation — and then I put my steps behind me and stood on the threshold of the room. 1 knocked, and wring the head of the door knob, came from within. 1 entered and beheld, seated in a chair, an elderly gentleman with a kind, pleasant face. At once 1 perceived that he was the Gardener of the l niversitv. 1 took in, witii one glance, the many plants, seeds, and the like lying about the room. He did not speak a word to me, but motioned me to a chair. He tlirust one hand forward, pointing with the other to a large clock upon tile wall, directlv in front of me. I was astounded; the clock was going backward at an awful rate. It was a shame, the way he was beating time. A minute meant about a month to us; an hour must have passed in a small fraction of a second. He had

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Again I saw the faces of those who were so conspicuous in Father Crumley ' s English class. The witicisms of Louis Wagner, Eddie Hammer, and Nig Reulbach were once more appreciated. 1 heard again some of the mirth-provoking answers of Eaton, Charley Haney, and Coontz. The luminaries of the class, Parrish, Shields, Callicrate, and others, were also present. I read for the — th time Joe O ' Reiley ' s comic articles and athletic notes in the Scholastic. 1 looked at the calendar; time was still passing with marvelous rapidity. The foot-ball season passed in two minutes. Soon, it was March, 1904. The Freshman class organized, and Byrne Daly was elected President. The baseball season came and passed, and again 1907 acquired additional fame. A few minutes more, and the ' 04 Commencement was a thing of the past. Suddenly the clock stopped. I looked at the calendar, and it read 1904-1905. I gazed out of the window; Oh! how different things were and how many familiar faces I missed as I watched the students walking to church. The gardener said, You are now a Sophomore, and with all mv heart I pity vou. Your class is much smaller in numbers than it was last vear. Some are not now at Notre Dame; some have been conditioned in classes, and others have changed their courses, which necessitates their being Freshmen again. Vhat you lack in quantity, however, you make up in qualitv. There are several new members who give great promise. Dwan and Sinnott have entered the Electrical Engineering department. The ScientiHc course has a new member, McCartv, who looks like a doctor already. Kenny, the great horseman, from Eldred, will greatly strengthen the English course. Your class has won great renown in the I ' niversity this vear, and its members, though only Sophomores, are developing into good men. One 1907 man held first place on the Universitv debating trio, and another member of that class was his teammate. The second team was also led to victory by a Sophomore. In things dramatic as well as in track athletics, football and baseball, ' 07 was prominent. The Scholastic Board contained several of your men. The gardener turned and pointed again to the clock, which was