University of Detroit - Tower Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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In this day and age, what kind of man would want to become an Army officer? Each year thousands of young men sign up for the rigors of Reserve Officers Training Corp. Why? What kind of man would volun- teer for a course of training so deadly that he will feel its effect for the rest of his life? The answer is the kind of man who accepts the tests and opportun- ities of his time of life. He is meet- ing the test of c ollege, for instance, and now he wants to add a practi- cal, razor-sharp edge to his academic degree. We call it leadership. Self- command and unit command. The art and science of bringing out the worst in men and directing it towards a questionable objective. In a way he will make things easier for himself in the future by exerting himself now. Find out now. Use the coupon or write to ROTC, University of Detroit, Detroit, Michigan 48221 Find out what kind of man you might be. Your future, your decision, choose ROTC. ROTC Opportunities Date Dept. 100, U of D, Detroit, Michigan 48221 Send me more information about the ROTC courses in leadership on your campus. Name Date of Birth Address City County State Zip Phone College: = ee eee eee (21455 Ol 1N 2-11-70 2 Se SS) SS A

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Beyond, cont. Continued from page 7. fully crunching it, listening to it, watching it turn from white flakes to drops on my jacket. Then | saw the net or grid lying in the snow. Although it seemed very heavy, it didn’t sink in. This wasn’t like snow, not to let things sink in. Real snow would have been compressed by such a heavy looking net. Snow must not do that. It must be consistent. Things wouldn’t do that to me. They, at least, were sure of themselves, | re- minded the snow that surely this net should sink into it; perhaps it had had a lapse of snowness, an ontological amnesia. But still it did not sink. Perhaps | was to save the snow! If | could force the net into the snow, everything would be where it should. | looked around to see if anyone else had noticed this. | was worried. Perhaps my trash can would walk away, perhaps my sausage would change into a bird, like the detergent commercials. | jumped onto the net — the weight would force it down into the snow. Time to Well, this section of the narrative is too familiar to you to need description. | awoke in what looked like a laboratory of some sort. It was fairly dark and | was cold. Later, when the director came in and explained that he was from what to me was the future, and that | was a speci- men from my age to represent 1970 on his channel 137 talk show for Friday night, what could | say? | hadn’t been to class in two weeks, so what would another week matter? Besides, | didn’t want to read linguistics anyway. A dwarf behind what | took to be the camera cued me in. The interview was conducted by a tall, long-legged blonde. SHE: Welcome to the “Blast from the Past” show. ME: I’m on the air! I’ve been on a lot of things, but never on air before. SHE: Why don’t you introduce yourself? ME: Not much to say — Herb Gordon, a student from 1970. SHE: What do you think of what you’ve seen of our age? ME: Well, it seems that there’s been a lot of progress over the years. Just when is this anyway? SHE: The 11,104 triad. Roughly the year 2400 to you. ME: It seems you’ve solved most of the problems we had — population, war, pov- erty, pollution. How did you do it? SHE: Anaximander’s Princple. He dis- covered that the principal problem in the world was a lack of harmony between things and people. Some people caused wars and crime by wanting to aggrandize things to the harm of other people. For example, people in your age were ob- sessed with the apparent fungibility of matter. There was lots of matter around, so you created the so-called pollution problem by making everything disposable. Anaximander perfected a way of cata- loging and measuring the fundamental vi- brations of all things, including each per- son, and demonstrated the irreplacibility of material things; all th ings were neces- sary for the harmony of the universe. The most your age knew of this was the old wives’ tale that “matter was never created nor destroyed.” In practice this principle means that each person could be meas- ured, and then his place in the universe could be discovered. For example, Anaxi- mander and his followers discovered that one-legged men made the best taxiderm- ists; that dwarfs made the best electricians. This is the basis of our whole civilization. ME: That's terrific. A place for everything and everything in its place. SHE: Right. Anything else you'd like to know before we go on? Our Shtick Is News. sntick With Us. ME: In most of the books about the future, the propagation of the species is not what | know it to be. How do you do it? SHE: Anaximander discovered that wide- hipped brunettes between 1.7 and 1.8 me- ters in height made the best procreators. These women go to the Birth Houses, are inseminated electronically from the Anaxi- mander Spermbank, and lay eggs. Each egg is checked for the correct vibrations. If the egg has bad vibrations, it is hard- boiled and put into the Eggbank. ME: Ugh! What about good old-fashi oned sex? Time ty + 1. | was exhausted. It seemed that they never had sex, and every woman in that world wanted me, as | was the only one on the planet properly equipped. Com- plete pandemonium ensued on the planet. | was finally locked up, but it was too late. | had aroused the possessive instinct in females. Thirty-four women were tram- pled attempting to break into the studio where we were taping. A violent mob Continued on page 237. il write that paper for you (and no one will ever know) PAPERWRITER (313) 885-2563 Black Communicator All News. All The Time.

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ALERIS Beyond the dunes, | was rising. We had spent all night in the station wagon, cramped and half-sleeping; at dawn, | ex- ploded out of the car and walked about on stiff, shaky legs over the unfamiliar sand. My parents stayed in the car, which now, after all seven kids had poured out, was like an empty shell. They stayed be- hind but | ran, rose up over the dunes, rose to meet the ocean and the day. The sea lay extended to me like a glorious present, grey and almost calm except for swellings and buddings of waves beneath the surface. It was my first ocean — the Atlantic. It was more than a present, almost an inheritance. It was the first time | had seen it, although | had heard about it, sometimes, at home in Detroit. Now we — my family — had come east to meet it. Although it seemed to be just another vacation for everyone else, by Eileen Haggerty |, being eleven and the oldest, sensed that for my father it was a kind of pilgrimage. | had felt mystical overtones without un- derstanding them; when | saw the ocean, | did not have to understand. | knew. | stood on the beach and soaked up the sea, digging my toes into the Jersey sand. The wind was easterly. The’sun was an egg yolk in the sky. | had not yet eaten, and | was hungry. Age: Five “How come you can swim so good, Daddy?” “Well, when | was a boy — from the time | was, oh, a little younger than you are, until | grew up — | used to spend all summer in Strathmere, which is in New Jersey, at the shore. Your grandma and grandpa and | had a cottage. . .” “The same one every summer?” “We owned it.” LOhhh aa. “In May, we'd start going down on weekends; and then in June, when school got out, your grandma and | stayed down there all summer. Your grandpa had to work during the week, but he came every weekend; it isn’t that far from Camden to Strathmere. I’d be down at the beach all day — ” “| thought you always lived in Detroit! Didn’t Mommy?” “Yes, but | didn’t come here till | was grown up. When | was a boy | lived in New Jersey.” “And that’s how come you got to swim so good?” “That's right.” “Am | old enough to learn to swim? Can you show me how?” Continued on page 12. =