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

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general exodus through the French doors into the cobbled court, where tea often is served on Sunday. Upstairs is the smoke-room, to which the majority adjourn after dinner. The bridge tables are never unoccupied, and a few ardent foursomes often are to be found playing on the floor. For more reflective moments there is the chapel. Here we gather for Mass on Friday, Rosary nightly, and a novena now and then. A thus far undecided Fanjeaux controversy is that concerning the respective advantages of living on the second or third floor: if on the second floor, you are sure to have exercising neighbors above you; if on the third floor, there is the extra flight of stairs to be considered. If you are fortunate enough to live in the corner room, just at the top of the stairs on the third floor, you will be cheered on the darkest day by look- ing out into a golden acacia tree. If you live on the other side of the house you can keep close track of everyone who walks to Inspiration, and occasionally you will see a deer on the dirt road which winds along the top of the hill. Pay no attention to those who say our twisting, sharply turning driveway is a hazard; heed not those who claim Fanjeaux has not the personality of the other houses. To them we answer, with the pride of possession, that Fanjeaux has a charm all its own. 86

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MEADOWLANDS AS WE COME up the twisting drive on a warm September day, the doors of college life swing open to admit us. Before us a large brown house looms up, the house where we, as freshmen, will live. . . . Meadowlands. Cold, only living quarters, too large —that is what we think as we arrive. We do not see the gracious friendliness of the open door, inviting us to enter an intriguing home of a bygone age, as we appre- hensively walk up the broad stairs. It is cool inside and surprisingly different. The living room in dark wood and the sudden contrast of the white room make us wonder who built this house. The scarlet coats of the hunting scene are spied and, irresistibly, we are drawn into the green room to see if the scene runs completely around the wall. There is nothing to do but follow from its bright beginning, through the rigors and excitement of the chase, to its quick, almost terrible, end. Although there is the element of the horrible within the scene, yet it is pleasing in its color, action and truth. The fireplace inevitably comes to our notice, large, high-mantled, bringing friendly warmth when lighted. We realize at once how much an integral part of the room it is. Then we remember that each of the rooms we have 88