ND in Winter...
Those who have been at Notre Dame only on Commencement Day in June, when the summer sun pours down his brilliant rays, can form but a vague idea of Notre Dame in winter. Even-those who come at the opening of classes in September can have no "conception of the capacity Notre Dame has of receiving the cold impression of a hard winter time. That much maligned season of the year, winter, sets in here about the latter end of November, and, except during several days of bright weather in January, the sun obstinately refuses to-give countenance to the proceedings of the season, and only begins to show his beaming face when the spring time comes—and even then by fits and starts.
Nevertheless, winter is by no means a gloomy season here. Indoors everything is more lively than at any other time. Studies are pursued with greater zest. The societies, literary and dramatic, owe their best days to winter. The literary societies, especially, have advantages in the long winter evenings that neither spring nor autumn afford them. Instead of spending the evening hours on the playgrounds, practicing catch," and indulging in long promenades arid conversations, as is the case after Easter, the members prefer to congregate in the debating room, and amuse themselves by "going for" each other. It is during winter that the Juniors spread themselves most extensively, and the St. Cecilians and Philopatrians arrive, at the top rung of the ladder—speeches, orations, personations and declamations being as plenty as blackberries. In winter, the Seniors pay more attention to their duties as members of literary societies, wherefore the Philodemics and Columbians are more prolific in grave essays and well-sustained debates.
Winter is a time when men are better able, to keep cool; and hence the advantage of that season "over all others for the decorous carrying on of a debate on some burning question. You may imagine that out of doors things look desolate. Not at all. It is true the rich foliage of the trees is lacking. Nature's winter fashion is not so gay nor so variegated as she indulges in at other seasons. Still when she puts on her white mantle of snow, the grounds around Notre Dame look as beautiful as they do in summer—provided you view them from the window of a room, in which there is a good fire or plenty of steam.. As for enjoyment—why, who is there that doesn't know how much more boys can enjoy themselves in winter than in any other season? Do not talk of your sweltering games of base-ball with the thermometer 90° in the shade. It is true that it is great fun to have your finger knocked out of joint, or to have your head caressed by a flying bat, and provided you are not killed outright, what a luxury there is in having a ball strike you in the pit of the stomach! But notwithstanding this agreeable and exciting game, which winter very properly frowns upon, the bracing air, the healthy draughts, the biting breezes, the invigorating frosts, the nipping mornings of old winter, afford such an amount of stimulus to the physical system that the outdoor amusement is a thousand per cent, better than at any other time of the year.
"Taking it all around," we have reason to hope for a pretty lively winter. Christmas isnow upon us, and the festivities of this time are an excellent recreation after the examination at the end of the first term. There is" the memory of an old song humming through our head at this moment, the words of which advise boys to go it while they are young. We hope that those who remain at college, or go to their homes during the holidays, will have a good time, and that they will resume their classes at the beginning of January with renewed vigor.