University of Detroit - Tower Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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district of Strathmere. The main business district consisted of an Acme supermarket, a dime store, a laundromat, a large-old- house-turned-hotel (The Famous Cramer House), a real estate office, Nettie’s Bak- ery, and a church. We went in and out of just about all of these; the dime store, though, was the most fascinating. There | bought some pieces of salt water taffy, which | saved till the walk home, and then ate very slowly. | tried on straw hats, which would be good protection from the sun, but all of them cost more than | could afford. Besides, the sun was not my enemy. When we had done all the shopping (or looking) that we wanted to do (Cindy had purchased a set of sand molds, Wendy a pail and shovel, and Nat a plastic boat,) my father asked us if we wanted to walk out on the other side of town, to see if the cottage which his parents had had was still there. “Il don’t see any reason why it shouldn’t be; after all, it was well built.” Lindy, however, was crying and clinging to my mother, asking to be car- ried; she was too tired to walk that far, and Nat too looked ready to go home. So my father said, “Well, we'll go another day.” By now, the days were almost half over. Age: Seven “We went first in May, and | would always go in, even when it was no warmer than, oh, forty-five degrees out. Somehow the water never seemed cold. | was gen- erally the first one in and the last one out, even, like | say, on the first few week- ends.” “Weren’t you cold, though, when you came out?” Yes; but I’d go home, to the cottage, and get something hot to drink: your grandma would usually make me cocoa; and then we’d light the oil stove in the living room, and I’d warm up. I’d always go swimming the first day, even when there were lots of things that needed do- ing... your grandma would be cleaning and sweeping, your grandpa would be taking the shutters off the windows . . . but | guess they understood, and so they let me go.” “And when it got warm out, in summer?” “Well, the first few full weeks that we were down there, | lived in the water. Every year | got sunburnt, because | wouldn't do it gradually — go out half an Continued on page 234. if there’s one time you need afriend... it's when you seek employment. That's our business. When you are ready to go out into the competitive world of business, visit us. You'll be involved with people who understand your problem. And can do something about it. We're ready to do the most we can for you. Use us. We're certain you'll make a friend. PLACEMENT CENTER university of detroit Detroit, Michigan 48221

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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

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urea Jim was achip off the old block. No job. No schooling. No hope. Jim’s father never really had a chance. He came north right after World War II. But he just wasn’t equipped to work in the industrial north. He had little schooling. No training. So all his working life, most of the jobs he could get were menial and part-time. With little hope for anything better. Jim, without knowing it, was on his way to becoming his father. He spurned school. Missed classes. Didn’t study. Was thinking of dropping out. And the future was a big blank. Then in his senior year, Jim started to do a slow but sure turnabout. He dropped the idea of dropping out. And started working hard to stay in. He went to all his classes. And really started digging the books. What makes a young man like Jim change? A youngster who didn’t believe in the future. One who saw the future as a lot of stupid little jobs. And never enough money. No one knows. Not even Jim. But one of the things that opened up for Jim was a chance to get into college. And to stay there and make it. Project 100 16 (Jim is not a real person. But his name is Jim.) opened up the doors of the University of Detroit. With U of D providing the money he needed, advisors, any other help he asked for. Jim says he sparked to the program immediately. He was intrigued by the variety of courses offered. And he liked the idea of a campus in Detroit. But more than that, Jim started to see himself differently. He began to realize that he could become something . . . if he learned something. And the idea took hold. Today Jim is well on his way. He’s a sophomore, studying hard to be an engineer. Jim is not the only success story in this program. So far, over 300 young men and women have been involved. Many are on their way to even higher education. U of D is delighted with the results. There are a lot of young men out there just like Jim. Youngsters who can and,want to be something. All they need is a chance. U of D wants to help even more of them get that chance.