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

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Perk when I walk into his room still. And find it cold. I never go across the yard to the grave. I can't. And what good would it do! He was only a bird. Perk missed my twenty-first birthday party a few weeks later. I was glad. MARY LOU Bonnom '69 OFFERING One day when I am out-running the wind blowing smog in from the grey city and my feet crackling note-book paper fblue-linedj, blown candied-apple wrappers tossed off-hand fharbingers of autumnj : when the sky is twilighted electric and I run in that aimless way, running fast to express whatever it is inside that has been dangling me on a string, 1,11 run 'round the corner smack into you, and, halted, will extend my open, empty hands slowly. Knowing the time when I shall be made still with shame I write this for you that a smile will cross your face and you'll he pleased awhile. CATHY Weiss '70 l57

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ONCE A YEAR It was early evening just before the night air became too cold. Into one of the narrower streets of the city, a horse and hansom cab trotted close to the cool darkness of the taller buildings. The old horse was freshly combed and brushed, her cream mane done up with red ribbons in true-love's-knots. She trotted gently and fiuidly, flicking her tail in time with her painted hoofs. The carriage was thoroughly waxed so that the mahogany gleamed in the dark, catching the gas-lamp highlights. Inside, the scar- let horse-hair seats were worn smooth with regular brush- ing. The curtains were full enough to provide privacy to the passengers. The spokes of the wheels spun with 'deli- cate balance under the weight of the old man sitting on the top of the cab. Its old driver wore a suit of blue satin and brocade, with a fine beaver hat set squarely on his white head. He wore soft blue gloves and kept his high boots polished. Under his nose he had carved a handlebar moustache, the ends of which he periodically twirled be- tween his fingertips. He often pictured himself worthy of becoming the queen's royal coachman. He led the cab through the cool darkness of the side streets onto the city's main plaza to find business for the evening. Since tonight the Concert was to be performed in the Hall that faced the square, the old man hoped to earn many fares. He circled the square, chose one of the out-going avenues, and began his circuit of the town. Soon he was hailed by a man and his wife, who were obviously on their way to the Concert. He waited for them IS9