Dominican Convent High School - Veritas Yearbook (San Rafael, CA)

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The clouds had come to wash the city and l3,g11 j'l'l-uh! lj il j y ' L QA Q j, A ' ml Q If ,3 her harbor-and were gone. jjj ea- , xt e, .r 0- .- lv X l X1 N 5 X J he-' I From her home in Sezzzrfzlzlo, Bm'hm'fz Jeer The Cily in . , 'hf. g,3-r. ', ffh wtr, hir rhmzgiyzg moorlrj PICTURE OF A STRANGE WINTER MANHATTAN WINTER l-221 Crisp, very crisp, and cold, the wet wind blows, Over mountains and meadows, heralding the coming snow. Swift, very swift, and clear, it filters through the woods, Howling, crying, pulling out roots. Soft, very soft, and caressing, it sings over the trees, And dying, very slow, but dying, it settles at my feet. MARIA VELAZQUBZ '58 fThf1l this if on imfzgimzry pirlzlre hecomer evident when we remember that jlflflI'ld'i.J' home ir in Riwzr, Ninznzg1m.j WINTER AT KEIL COVE Winter at Keil Cove is salty air from the bay that I smell at the end of a heavy rain. It is the overflowing lake and the flooded vegetable garden. It is rock-slides down the middle of our driveway and the roads covered with thick mud. Winter in these grounds is old trees which are apt to fall in the midst of a wind storm. It is a strong wind opening the doors of our house in the middle of the night, letting in leaves, rain, and a certain wet dog whose name is Keys Wirmter in the Cove is fog horns monotonously warning the many ships which pass by our home. Winter here is almost the same as winter anywhere, I guess, except that it is winter at Keil Cove. MOLLY KEIL '59 K K eil C ooe if on izzlet in Sem Fmzlrirro Bezy near Tihz1ro1z.j MANILA HEAT Manila's dry season was cracks in the earth, patched grass, and the survival of only the hardiest zinnias and marigolds, despite constant watering. It was frequent earth- quakes, heat waves shimmering from the ground, carabaos trying to keep cool in mud-pools, the complete change of summer clothes several times a day. The dry season was also a two-month summer vacation, swimming in an azure, lukewarm ocean, leisurely lunchtimes for schools and busi- nesses, the refuge of air-conditioned stores, and weekends in cool Baguio in the mountains. MARINA MARSON '57 fMm'imz'r fri! eleven years were spent in the Philippine Irlr1uo'r,' in Mfzrrh .rhe hecfzme an American cilizefaj l I Central Park becomes an Enchanted Garden in winter. Barren trees are iced in sparkling crystal and dazzle under streetlights. Tourists and city-dwellers alike huddle along the railing above Rockefeller Center, hypnotized by the ice- skaters, professionals and wobbling novices. The Hudson River, frozen over in places, provides a Hans Brinker atmos- phere for adventurous children, who skim across to New jersey in their handmade ice boats. Familiar landmarks turn into new and different pictures when winter visits New York. ALICE Woonwaao '58 fAfler ez Sidiifdtlle-I0-S6177 Frezfzrirro flighl, Alice mme io Dominirafz in ewifar o thir 'emu 3' 7 NEW ENGLAND AUTUMN It is autumn, autumn in New England. Everywhere, on the trees, on the rocky hillsides, in the woods, everywhere there is color-not just ordinary color, but fall color, rang- ing from rusty pumpkin yellow to deep-toned ruby red. Color masses the scene. Hillsides are artists' palates care- lessly strewn with color, but arranged in majestic patterns by a Master Hand. The sun shines, but it only makes the scene too bright, too unreal. The wind blows, not enough to make it cold, but just enough to make it crisp, the New Englander's favorite expression to describe his weather. Then the wind quickens, blows stronger, and leaves begin to fall. Now it is playful, gentle, now grotesque, savage. It clutches every leaf, twisting, turning it until it concedes defeat. Soon leaves are gone, trees bare. Restlessness sub- sides, and a chill, calm silence reigns. 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r Obrervizzg the Ameriemz Eclzzmfion Week lazfllefifz board are Lynne Gfzriboili, Melanie DiLmv6, Rand y Kezbrz, Leona DeSim0ne, and jznze Smith. Tmeliliomzlly rl frerlamfzzz lark, Hpzzllivzg away rbnirf' here ir performecl by Mfzrilyfz Pelirrez, C erelin Sf1lf1Lfer1'if1, Befliriee Toolzy, Florefzrifz Gezreifz, Cbfzrlefle Elmore, Grzeal MCGlbb072. Frerbmezn class ojieerr fzzrl y K yne, Barlmrfz Dwelly, Gaye Hiprley, Clare Roritk, mul Sezmly Hamzzmz rpenl expe- clezlly bury clnyr in Sain! Tlyomfzr Hall. Freshman Class The date, September 10, 1956. The time, midafternoon. The place, Dominican Convent, San Rafael, California. Up the long flight of gray stairs and across the porch to Saint Thomas Hall clamored a group of happy girls, busy footsteps and gay laughter soon echoed through the building that for the past three months had been exceptionally quiet. Among all these chattering girls were those of us who were the freshmen, and who rather cau- tiously made our way into the dormitory and, after what seemed an endless search, succeeded in finding our own alcoves, We fresh- men were girls from all over, from Chile, Honduras, Nevada, all parts of California, and, when the day students joined us the next day, from just around the corner. For us, as we took our first look at our new home for the coming school year, this was a strange and exciting experience. But soon each bare alcove began to develop its own special appearance as red and green, plaid and plain colored bedspreads appeared, a strange assortment of wild and domesticated animals emerged from trunks and began to add a colorful and decorative appearance to alcoves. Before long the whole dormitory was a cheerful and homey place where girls who were to be good friends during the next four years began the happy task of getting acquainted. From that very first day of school, we heard about the First Rally and the Roundheads and the Cavaliers. just what these names stood for remained a mystery until, through our intensive curiosity, we learned that they were the two athletic teams, and that very soon we were to be chosen members of one or the other. On the night of the First Rally, our anxiety increased minute by minute as the time for drawing names drew near. Finally, when each of us was officially chosen a member of a team, the one we preferred or not, we secretly vowed to do our best for our team in every possible way. September 22, the night of the Welcome Party, we freshmen at last ceased to be new girls and became full-fledged old girls. As our contribution to the party, we presented a skit in which we portrayed ourselves as the bewildered freshmen that we were, encountering some of our seemingly major difficulties, As the innocent newcomers who always got ourselves into trouble without, according to ourselves, doing anything wrong, we demon- strated that we had already learned that leaving our alcoves in Rorfzlie Hezrrmz elemomlmfer ez lemzir rlroke for Patricia Selel-' ner, julie H eller, anal Magda Lamya. t2-41 ' lr .. , .- -.Y