Dominican College of San Rafael - Firebrand Yearbook (San Rafael, CA)

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—especially around the class of ' 49. Just ask Nicias, who, for the benefit of freshmen and new students who didn ' t make his acquaint ance last year, is a little tan mouse about six inches long. Nicias thinks that class is the best group of girls anyone could find any- where, and Nicias should kno v, don ' t you think? Mary Lou Fitterer ' 49 YOUTH Hopefully you pick and choose. You dream of Life ' s taste on your tongue. Nose pressed flat against the pane Of future ' s store, you stand. When, with a small j ingle of years In your pocket, You come forward with confidence, The pink spun-sugar has melted. It has run. We who are going out, can turn and look With helpless pity on the urchin, Youth, Still looking, with longing, big-eyed. Through the glass. Rene Brooks ' 50 73

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Reilly really liked Pep— why Marilyn Mullin didn ' t like the owner of the red convertible— if Frances Roos ever found out about Katherine Griffin ' s connection with Fifi ' s— how Paulette always managed to complete her assignments before anyone else did— if Bones ever got her pilot ' s license— if anyone could be as good hearted as Veronica— how many clippings of a certain team ' s basketball progress Pat Warner had collected —how Dolores found time to fit in school between trips to Palm Springs, Soda Springs, Yosemite and other points— why Bob gave Mary Jo two pictures of himself— how Joyce Fay could keep track of all those men she had on her dresser— whether Mary Corbett would ever return to Mexico — why Pat Faulkner wrote letters at two a.m.— why Evelyn Montani, Bar- bara Kirby and Patricia Jordan didn ' t come up to Fan- jeaux once in a while— why Jackie Holht was such an early riser— when Ginny Monroe would finish knit- ting that black sweater— how Ardeen rated that black sedan— how Sonja and Ellen ever managed to work- that antique sewing machine well enough to make the drapes and spreads for their room— how all those girls were able to pack themselves into Barbara Car- mody ' s car— whether Honeygal would call him Hoot- enanny if she saw him. Ah yes, life was a puzzle, but a most interesting one 72

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THE FRESHMEN lEADOWLANDS, with its kindly, wooden face 11 holds a heart warm with memories . . . A tall, wide fir (some insist it is a baby redwood) standing guard before the house . . . the slim fragrant eucalyptus and feathery poplars that frame our view of Tamalpais . . . quiet peace from the glow of the Sanctuary lamp in a twilight visit to the little chapel . . . cheerful warmth of a bright fire after Library . . . 74