University of Detroit - Tower Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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Late afternoon: the lifeguards had gone, having dragged their chairs far up on the beach to prevent the incoming tide from washing them out to sea. The sand was golden in the late afternoon sun, the beach umbrellas were mostly gone. We walked to the beach; it was only a block; we couldn't stay too long, but we didn’t want to let the first day go by without at least going in once. After all, seven days were all there were. | dropped my towel on the beach with everyone else’s, and plunged into the waves, The salt taste was in my mouth. It was an unfamiliar taste, but | felt that | liked it. | felt like it. | was immersed in ocean- smell, a damp smell of fish and salt and clams, of seaweed in the sun, of a kind of life which | had never touched before, and which was a thousand times more vital than anything | had ever touched in the teapot-sized ponds of the Midwest, which were hardly even lakes beside this entity, so far from a lake that it had to have its own special name, “ocean.” Lakes were passive; one went swimming in them. One went swimming with the ocean. The huge waves astounded me most; 7O LAB M4—-SP™M impelled by an unknown force, they broke, came running in, threw themselves white upon the shore, and then were sucked ruthlessly back. “Watch out for the under- ow,” Dad told Wendy and Mindy, who were sitting in the water by the edge. “When the water flows back, it’s got ter- rific force. At times, along here, I’ve seen it powerful enough to drown a man.” “Ree-ly, Daddy?’ Wendy’s eyes were wide. | knew it was really. He wouldn’t joke with something so (potentially any- way) serious; he wouldn’t joke with the ocean. Besides, | had already heard about the undertow powerful enough to drown a man, when | was, oh, a little younger than Wendy, | suppose. Age: Six “And the ocean — it it real, real big?” “Oh, yes. Think of the biggest lake you know of; do you remember when we went to Lake Huron, only much, much bigger — and with high waves, taller than | am —” (That’s big!’’) “— runs for miles — “And fish? Can you fish in the ocean?” “Only if you go far out, beyond the waves. | used to fish in the bay: there and with a beach that cr3 S| 3 oO | SEC. |] CLASS MEETING TIME(S) DAYS) ANGE ey F CHA MoO. STUDENT NUMBER 6|2 o|7|7 77 OFFICE USE ONLY 3313333 3 33] COLLEGE CODE[ | ] §333333333333 83 ADD (A) [ ] WITHDRAW (w) [ ] AupDIT (Oo) [ ] DELETE (p) [ | DAY sewrreoy [T] [1] OF REGIS. CHANGE FORM ANT, +r RDS, OR SCHOLARSHIP StOUNT, ¢ HERE 0000000000000000 G0 0 0 0 9 Bo 0 0:00 0 0 0) Go 0 010 00 00,0 B3 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 4142 43 44 45.46 47 48 49 50 51152 53154 85156 57 58.5SI60 61 62,63164 E516 67 GBleg 70171 72 73:74 75176 77 78 79180 @PRINT YOURISTUDENT NUMBER HERE 229222222222222222 212 2 2 21222! FEE OR DISCOUNT DESCRIPTION §$$89999999999959999 919.9199 the water's the same, but there aren’t any waves, and your boat won’t get pushed back into shore. Which is what could hap- pen if you went out on the open sea.” “Can the waves hurt you?” “| suppose so, if you went swimming in a storm. Not only the waves, you see, but the undertow — the pull, when they flow back into the ocean — could hurt you. It can grab ahold of you and pull you under, if you were in swimming, say, during a storm, when the waves were high. One time your grandfather was swimming — this is when he was young, when he was a boy — and he was caught in an under- tow and could have drowned.” “But he didn’t, did he?” “No, because he was swimming with a friend, who saw what was happening and was able to help him.” “That's good.” . Although even if his friend hadn’t there, probably strong enough to have made it all right, alone. been he was ul But those are things you can’t really say. We must have stayed at the beach for almost an hour, before it was time to come Continued on page 14. OCS | TUITION a0 0) 0 : 2)2 2 212[2 2)2 2 2)2 2 2 2 212 2 2 2 2 2 2 M3 5 3f3 33 3)3 3 as) MSI 3 9 3 33 3] 3319 3)0 3.3 3h 4444404 44044454444 aia alg ald 4 ayale 4 4)gig 4)4 6 ald 4a 4 44 4 4 Bi 55555555 05555555 5 Bs|s 95 [55 Mas sas o]5 555 sis 5 ss sls 555) SEGESGSEGGSGEEMGGE GG ls cleGclcls soles cle cle cle6 cis cls 66 sis javenal-| uM. 1A 777771777817777217717 717 WMD Wa) 7 a7 177 BS EEEERHSEEBEEE ES 8 88 818 B18 8 81818 8 818 8 818 8 818 818 8 88 818 8 8 8 8 ASS MEETING TIME(S) DAYIS) ANO PLACE(S) Paes cso oe ere rar | afte [en § 891919 9 91919 919 9 919 919 § 919 919 9 9 919 33 34 35 36 37 38.39 40 41 42 43 44 4546 47 48 49 50 51152 52154 SNSS 57 Sefsciso £1 S2)6a}e4 6515S 67 6B}69 7OI71 72 73174 75176 77 78 79480 FORM NO. 1600-11-65 We make a business out of education: DU 7 17 707777)7 COURSE, FEE, GRANT, DISCOUNT AND SCHOLARSHIP CARD

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GOD 1S AN ELECTIVE at the University of Detroit You don’t have to take religion anymore. Study theology because you want to, not be- cause you have to. You make your own choices at U of D. There’s still time. group therapy For relevant encounters, with people, coffee, coke donuts, it all happens here at the Coffeehouse. Where all kinds of groups look at each other in- stead of looking each other over. Get with your brothers and sisters. The vibrations are so good, everyone relates. The touch, the feel, the taste, they’re all there. Tell your prof to drop his books and drop in. He can use a little, too. ALL THE COFFEE YOU CAN DRINK ALL THE DONUTS YOU CAN BUY PLUS GROOVY ENTERTAINMENT ALL FOR 25c—— FREE WITH AN IRHG CARD RENO LOBBY EAST SIDE OF PETOSKY The Greatest Eating Drinking . House Ever We Pry Harder. Varsity News All News. All The Time. 12 ALERIS Continued from page 11. By noontime, we had found a place to stay; a four-room apartment in Strathmere, part of a four-apartment complex which went under the quaint name of the Sara- sam. The lady who owned them told us that her name was Sarah. Sam had been her husband’s name, but he had died several years ago, and now she ran the place alone. First of all, we unloaded the car. Dad did most of the work, assisted by my brother Pat, but the rest of us helped by dragging the suitcases inside. “Which room does this go in? Huh? Where shall | put this bag?” We reconnoitered. “Hey, Mom and Dad and Pat and Nat will have to go in one room, and us girls in the other.” “There’s only two double beds, though, and five girls.” “Well, Lindy can sleep on the floor!” “You know she can’t she’s too little.” We discovered a daybed in the living room. | volunteered to take that, since neither Cindy nor Wendy nor Mindy nor Lindy wanted to sleep out in the living room alone. | didn’t really care where | went. | didn’t care where | went, but | wanted to go swimming. When the suitcases, duf- fel bags, and other paraphenalia were all inside, | asked, “Can | go swimming? Can we go now?” But my mother said, “You children can’t go alone.” | replied, “I can swim well! You know all the Red Cross tests | passed, and how often | practice!” But my mother said, “You wouldn’t be able to watch Pat and Lindy and Nat and Mindy and Cindy and Wendy all at once. No, you'll have to wait until your dad can go with you.” “Can‘t he go now?” But my mother said, “Not now; he’s going to drive me to the store now, so | can buy some groceries. We need to have something to eat for supper. After all, first things first!’ But then, my mother doesn’t even know how to swim.

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ALERIS Continued from page 13. (reluctantly) out. We had to go back for supper. | didn’t want to go; | wasn’t cold or tired. One amazing thing about the Atlantic, at least where it touches the Jersey coast, is that you can stay in it for hours without getting cold. It’s by no means tepid, but there’s a mysterious property of warmth to it. Sometimes, though, you‘re cold when you come out, especially in the late after- noon when the sun is going down. So | was almost glad (once | was out ) to go back to the apartment. But not quite. In the morning we went to the beach again, and saw the tracks where the life- guards had dragged their chairs down to the water’s edge, tracks which the tide had not yet washed from the sand. The ocean looked greener now, in the bright sun; at dawn and in late afternoon, it had been almost grey. Now it had lights in it, and it sparkled and smiled in a kind of glory. | swam out to where the waves were form- ing, and made my body stiff as | floated face-down on the surface. Soon a wave came to push me before it, almost in to shore. The waves were tall: they were seven or eight feet, taller than my father. He came out deeper, too. We swam out to where it was over my head, and probably over his too. Several times, when | was treading water, | tried to talk, but a swell rose and hit me in the mouth. | swallowed numerous mouthfuls of salt water that way. It tasted like ocean-smell, and | liked it, even though | eventually began to feel slightly waterlogged. Also, it can happen that you choke and swallow the wrong way, and the water comes out your nose. Then my brothers and sisters were all on the beach, digging, so | went and dug too. | dug two things: holes and clams. | put the clams in the holes. If you dig up a clam and set it on the sand, it will dig itself back down in, and leave only a little airhole on the surface of the sand to in- dicate that there’s a live animal down there. If you dig a hole deep enough — but the nearer you are to the ocean, the less deep it need be — water wells up at the bottom, for the ocean is at the bottom of it all. Pat and Nat and Cindy and Mindy and Wendy and Lindy made interminable sand-castles; | made one, but went back to the holes and clams. Toward noon, my mother came down to the beach, and my brothers and sisters proudly exhibited the sand-castles and sand houses and sand- garages and sanddoghouses and the like, which they had built (and which the in- coming tide would presently demolish). She admired them and said she liked them. | went back in the water. You may have wondered about the strange coincidence among the names of my brothers and sisters: that is, that they all rhyme. Their real names are (in order): Patrick, Cynthia, Minerva, Gwyneth, Nath- aniel, and Roselind. My name is the only one that doesn’t rhyme; in fact, they weren’t even able to derive a nickname from it. My name is Aleris. The next day, in the afternoon, we walked “into town,” into the main business Finding a nice Catholic girl or boy isn't easy these days One thing we can guarantee you at the University of Detroit is Catholics. And we have our fair share of nice ones. But what is nice to one person may not be so to another. To help sort out personal relationships we have set our Computer to work pairing up students. It doesn’t always work, but it’s always interesting. To get yourself on the BIG BOARD just enroll. for information, write: Computer Center University of Detroit Detroit, Michigan 48221