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

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FLIGHT fOn the death of a professional iceskaterj Sweet bird of youth, your passage short and swift Was talent's gay and brilliant gift of death. Your silver wings fell silent, without lift, And gored the earth-a bright and fiery cleft. Kaleidoscope of blue and orange light, Now gray and dusty ashes without life, The mercy angels scorned you on that uightg No more the winged blades' competing strife! CYNTHIA MOBRAATEN I74

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THE LOST AND FOUND Absolute zero QKelvin, my love, Kelvinj-heads or tails on this one was impossible. Have you ever walked a long, long way alone? Walked so far that you don,t even think about your arrival be- cause you are so alone, so within, so yourself? lt's being lost to everyone, to your SELF, lost in thought. Have you ever wondered about your mind? About what it does when you are consciously living. It becomes clut- tered wilh the small, petty musings of unhappy people. Bigotry, a lot of that, but mostly just lack of caring about each other. Have you ever wondered about your mind? About what it does when you let it roll on? A11 the filminess of hate and hurt is blown away. And you find that the every- day world becomes a world of Hmoons and Junes and ferris wheels. Mostly this happens on a long, long walk. Alone. At night, on the beach, or during the day, in the hills, minds are thrown open to unknown directions and dimensions. Songs are written in moments like this: moments of total freedom, to involvement, total universality. There's a Word, ectoplasmic, spirit materializationg that's how to describe a long, long walk alone. So I walk. Lost to the world, found within. MARY KAY SPEAKMAN '72 I73

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BERTRAND 1965--A HAPPY MEMORY fwrizten for Bertrandfs goodbye partyf, May 19662 Bertrand was a new beginning. ln a way it was a lonely beginning. The loneliness was felt through 47 girls crowd- ed in a room. It was felt above the screaming, through the smoke. It was felt because this wasn't what we expected- this simply wasn't college, or so we thought on August 30. Why do the lights have to be out at l0:30? Why no ca- pris? Study-from 7:30-9:30? What, or should we say, who, was the immovable force who prevented any ex- ceptions? Sister Marie Jeannette, O.P. ran Bertrand Hall, the place we could not quite accept then. Why no walls, Sister? Aren't we paying just as much as the Meadow- lands girls, or even the Pennafort girls, for that matter? In this early stage we really thought walls would make a difference--walls were a part of the college hoarding we had heard about. Schedules grasped tightly in hand, we passed the first few days almost alone--only accented by an occasional forced, overly polite uhello, where are you from? It was so obvious that the lounge was a camouflaged class- room. ln this lounge there didn't seem to be the strained uhi, where-are-you-from atteniptsg it was more or less the hi, where-are-you-going-next-year? idea. lied pen in hand, we marked and poured over our trusty little handbooks at that first housemeeting under the direction of Sister Jeannette. After listening intently to Sister laying down the law for a hall hour, we left the lounge scared to death. I think this was the night we I75