University of Detroit - Tower Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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AND, saluting a passing pleasant professor, saunter greenswardward. The ground is warm, invit- ing. You're an English scholar, a bespectacled engi- neer, a lazy sybarite-you study and talk and eat lunch on the spreading lawns. You stroll your island world of calm thought with a friend. You're aware of smiles and books and trees and warm ground-but, more than these, you know that you're a part of it all. This is Where you belong. This is a life you like. In its beauty and in its work there is something of God.

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Only God Trees are a living philtre, suspended over their own shadows, cooling, quieting, green, transmuting sunlight to a mixed fluid of iniinite softness. Grass is to lie on. Together they are a September afternoon. You inhale early autumn, step lightly through the oak-paneled C Sz F door, and lose yourself in the yellow brownness. This is U of D, your environment for the coming semester, a pleasant climate of thought isolated from the bustling city by trees and grass and wood and cool stone. You pick up your solid, soft-rough text

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apple of her eye She picked him out in class, met him after- wards, and demurely accepted his spon- taneous invitation. They Walked from class to class and a beautiful friendship was born. Under the ceilings and skies of the Univer- sity he told her of his thoughts. She admired his funny smile and laughed with him over coffee. They danced and wrote reports and Watched white clouds on Sunday afternoons. The life of the campus folded over and included them and went on. ,..-ff'