Western Kentucky University - Talisman Yearbook (Bowling Green, KY)

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| MEASUR Continued from page 19 8:40 p.m. Gentry patrols campus. While cruising through Egypt parking lot, Gentry spots an illegally parked Car. As he prepares to get out of the car and write a ticket for the apparent parking violation, a young man peeps from the dark car. Realizing that it is the campus police, he sits up and rolls down his window. As he mumbles an excuse to Gentry about his parking, a girl sits up next to him and begins to straighten her shirt. Gentry takes a deep bre ath and tells the guy to park his car correctly and leave the parking lot. 8:52p.m. After calling in, Gentry leaves campus and drives to Junior Foods for a Coke. When he finishes his break, he drives to the parking lot next to Pearce-Ford Tower and begins to patrol on foot. 9:32p.m. Gentry sees a student walking toward the Univer- sity Student Center with a beer in his hand. Gentry tells the guy to empty the beer on the ground, step on the can, and throw it away. 9:54p.m. Gentry writes his fourth ticket for the night. As he gets back into the patrol car, he says, “The university police is different from city police or county law enforcement in that the university police are dealing with people who are in a college atmosphere. They (students) probably never had to be ina situation that they had to comply with traffic law before.” 10:03 p.m. Gentry gets dinner at De Vanti’s. After he orders a bacon and tomato sandwich with french fries, a smile appears on his face as he begins to talk about his wife and daughter. He tells how attractive he still finds his wife and how much he loves his only child. Shortly after, he begins to tell a story about how he had to leave for the Vietnam War before his wife found out that she was pregnant. His story is interrupted by the waitress bringing his dinner. He pauses in the midst of the story and bows his head to say grace over his food. Then he pours catsup on his fries, and continues with his story. “When I left, she wasn’t showing. And when I came back, she had had the baby and gotten her figure back. So it was like she was never pregnant, but I had pictures of her being pregnant and a beautiful daughter to prove that she was, he said withasmile. 10:47 p.m. Gentry’s dinner is interrupted by a series of police codes called over the radio. An alarm went off in the credit union office. A burglary is suspected. As he is running toward the door, he throws a handful of cash in front of the lady at the register, and leaves without waiting for his change. Less than two minutes later, he is at the entrance of the credit union office’s driveway. After five tense minutes, the dispatcher calls and says that the alarm had been set off by someone inside of the building and that it wasn’t an emergency. “Thank God,” Gentry said with obvious relief. “This job is something else. It’s hours and hours of boredom interrupted temporarily by sheer panic.” 11:05p.m. Gentry comes into headquarters to write police reports of the night’s activities. 12:03 a.m. The next shift commander comes in to relieve Gentry. A) DRAKESBORO freshmen David and Mike King wait to get their keys. Lt. Joe Gentry and a co-officer worked half an hour. ALTHOUGH he is on his break, Lt. Gentry takes time to talk to David Danger- field, a Munfordville freshman. Dangerfield was a member of Student Patrol 4A Campus Police

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St REINER REE APEC OFT ORO BEFORE sending officers on patrol, Captain Ed Wilson reviews placement of officers at girls’ basketball games. The diagram depicted Diddle Arena. STUDENT PATROL member Joe White, a Mt. Washington sophomore, searches for illegally parked cars in Grise Hall parking lot. White was one of eight student patrol members By PAM CAREY THE THOUGHT ofsomeone ina red shirt and cap holding a walkie-talkie seldom struck fear in the hearts of students, unless he started walking toward their cars. They scoured the campus daily, seeking out illegally parked cars and writing numerous tickets and, at times, calling for a tow-truck to lead cars into never, never land. These red-shirted, ticket-writing, fearless people are, of course, the student patrol. Joe White, a Mt. Washington sophomore, was one of eight students on patrol for the department of public safety. He and the other members of the patrol did a job that, for the most part, was unappreciated. Often White, a two-year veteran of the patrol, wrote as many as 100 tickets in one day. He estimated that the student patrol issued about 1400 citations in one month. The number of tickets varied from month to month, and special events on campus usually brought an increase in parking violations. The fines, White said, were not overly expensive. Tickets ranged in cost from five to 10 dollars, depending upon the type of violation. If the fines were paid within 24 hours, the violator only had to pay half the cost of the ticket. The only time a violation became expensive was when a student left his vehicle in the wrong zone. The car was often towed away at the owner's expense. Writing tickets always posed the possibility of students approaching White to voice their displeasure at having had to pay a fine. “You always run the risk of getting your head chewed off,” White said 20 Campus Police with a laugh. “But luckily, I only had problems with students once or twice.” White admitted the job had its undesirable points. Bad weather, for example, made patrolling icy or puddle-filled parking lots a drudgery. And then there were times when the routine simply got boring. There were the not-so-rare occasions when he had to ticket a car that belonged to someone he knew. “I have—and haven’t—had to give a friend a ticket,” he said. “Some- times I went ahead and wrote the ticket, but most of the time, I tried to get someone else on patrol to do it for me.” White and his cohorts found ways to humor themselves to prevent what could have been a mundane day. “Sometimes we would get a kick out of setting out to track down the repeated offenders,” he said. Ticket writing, however, was only one of several duties of the student patrol. When there were special events on campus, the patrol provided security and helped to direct traffic flow. One of White’s most mem- orable moments was working with and around the Secret Service when vice president George Bush visited the campus in 1984. Although it might appear that they’re the Rodney Dangerfields of the campus, that really didn’t concern White when he took the job two years ago. He took the job for several reasons other than paying for school. “The job sounded interesting, and I felt it was a good way to learn to find my way around campus,” he said. “As I walk around on patrol, I get to talk to people, and meet new people—it’s really not a bad job.”

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FATHER, BILLY KIRBY, and son, Todd Kirby, cut hair and chat. Their shop was located on College Street. U int iE CUTTING EDGE BECKY McCORMICK Photos by LINDA SHERWOOD Ze Barber Shop A. RED, WHITE hy. spinning barber sah marked the entrance to a small shop located at 939 College St., and just off Fountain Square in downtown Bowling Green. Although Kirby’s Barber Shop was not on West- ern’s hill, the college’s influence could be seen upon entrance. To the right, a Lady Toppers basketball poster hung on the wall. textbooks was dumped in an armchair. Both were evidence of a side of Western that reached beyond the perimeter of campus. Two barbers stopped to smile and nod as they acknowledged customers before re- turning to the business at hand—cutting hair. Todd Rhea Kirby, a Bowling Green junior, worked at the shop with his father, Billy Rhea Kirby. For some members of the Kirby family, Western hadn't been just a place to get an education; Western was a bigger part of their lives. Todd was able to strike a happy medium between a job and school, while preparing for a trade along the way. Before coming to Western, Todd went to barber school in Nashville, Tenn. “It was called Roger's School of Hair Design, and it A red backpack full of was near the SAE house on Vandy’s campus and across from the stadium. It (barber school) took nine months and I lived in an apartment five blocks from school,” Todd said. Todd had an undeclared major, but he was looking into “possibly sociology relations),” Todd said. Billy has been barbering for 30 of his 50 years—long enough for the deft movements of his psychology or PR (public hand holding both a comb and scissors to seem second nature. Billy attended Tri-City Barber School in Louisville. Then the program for a barber took only eight months or 1250 hours of training. “T always thought I was supposed to (barber), declared myself a barber in the Navy and made some money that way,” Billy said. Billy said the GI Bill he received after the Navy “got him through barber school.” Unlike his father, Todd didn’t become interested in barbering he said. “until later,” “In my junior and senior year of high school I became more like interested—began noticing appearances more,