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Lamron. (Geneseo, N.Y.) 1974-current, March 08, 1974, Image 9

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SECURITY MARCH S, 1974 - GENESEO LAMRON - PAGE NINE AND SMILES by Marc Stergiori* LAMRON Feature Writer So you see brown shirts and jeeps- And your friend gets busted the first day of school, There’s a ticket on your car, and your stereo’s been ripped off. No clue, no arrest. Pork i n the fire? No, they’re your own lovable cushman drivers, Security Division: “Service, Park­ ing, Information.” On every state campus drives this force to serve you with power over you. In Geneseo, eighteen officers (seventeen male, one female) become your local scapegoats- Our new female addition c o m e s as “an affirmative action toward a well-rounded force,\ informs Mr. Hewitt (Director of Security). She’s working o u t well, and is especially valuable in interviews with w o m e n students on “touch- y”subjects among other things. This figure also includes three supervisors , one investigator and one director; all but three have been empowered as Peace Officers, (a real arrest for any crime>. T h e last three become more or less traffic officers. Each officer is required two years of college (not required for county and local police) and a Civil Service Exam followed by a. four w e e k course with the Municipal Police Training Coun­ cil (run by State University) withine si x months of application accep tance. In-service training on campus is foil owed by mandatory seminars at area colleges: Drugs, Photography, Traffic, and Penal Law Training. Mr. Hewitt d e ­ scribes the Peace Officer enigma as a low-key soft sell authority; arrests are a last resort. Warrants must be obtained uptown, and off-campus authority must warn of its presence. But what of the field mice and dugout derbies? The new jeep which would perform notably well in these areas were purchased after success on bigger campus­ es; they’re for blizzard emergen­ cies and hurried trips to the Health Center. Fortunately there been a declining drug problem on campus v/hich Mr. Hewitt ob­ serves is not a liberalization of administrative outlook. Of the thirty-three drug investigations last year, eleven resulted in arrests, only one of which was originally initiated by Security. Busts usually arise from com plaints by Resident Advisors and concerned citizens, which can’t be ignored. On larger urban campuses drugs are more wide­ spread, “the product of the environment.’’ If you have this ingrown fear about passing a joint to a plainciothesman and don't know what Mr. Blind looks like, find out, because Mr. Hewitt requires everyone on the force but the investigator to show off their complete four hundred and seventy five dollar outfits at all times (those in partial uniforms have not received a complete order); and Mr. Blind is assigned to investigative (not patrol) duty. Theft, the college’s biggest problem (dorm burglars, purse- snatchers, etc.) has been on an increase with a low-arrest count due to non-student involvement and the feasability of the quick getaway. The prospect of catch­ ing athiefinan exciting shootout on this campus is dim, though, as Dr. MacVittie and Mr. Hewitt agree there’ll be no guns on this campus while they’re here. Guns at Albany and Buffalo come from a state provision allowing any college president showing cause to arm his security force. So if walkie-talkies were just a kiss away from riding shotgun in the cushrnans we’ll have to wait awhile. And while you’re waiting for more parking spaces and less tickets, remember “Service, Park­ ing, Information.” and smile. i V) Ui 1 SO MUCH FOR 1W6 LENIENT | RUIC1E9 OF TMC A P fllN lSTRA T lO N r % a * Ui S _ j $ © & _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ \ V S q u a r e s by Jacqueline Kagel LAM R O N Staff Writer Passed by today, and read on his door—“Where do I go from eternity?” I don’t know. I don’t know where eternity began or where it ends, I don’t know where space is or how wide it is, I don’t know what time it is or was and I don’t know where youth goes, whenever it does. I’ve lost count of the cracks in the sidewalk and how many bandaids I used on my knee, i remember now to mail letters, wash the clothes and sweepthe floor. The routines don’t help, nor the questions because I’m still thinking—of you. Won­ dering how to keep you tight, warm and happy. Shall I cook at 8 or 9, use butter or margarine, and tell me-Do you like them ironed? I fee! light with love but wonder ing if I will have enough to feed you and all who follow. I want to give you the sweet of the buttercups, the juice of the fruit and the fluffy side of the pillow. Can I? Can I? Again, I don’t know, but neither do you and we sit tight hoping wildly. I think how we’ll meet tomorrow’s rays together and listen to the silence all through the night. We’II live off each other with bits from those around us, seasoning it all with the slightest touch of salt from my tears. And as I cry on your shoulders, for your shoulders you’ll wipe them slowly with lashes of your own. I truly like the names we’ve picked and I know they will fit so well. Like I fit into your T-shirts and coats, like you fit into my dreams and like we fit into each other. Soon I think, things will be written down and plans might be made that will supersede all past experiences. The scared thoughts have flown, as I opened my mouth and let out the scream of recognition. Recognition of what has been holding me back and what is now pushing me on. Personal involve­ ments that never were, were holding me back and personal involvements that now are, are pushing me on. Time and experiences with you do not hinder me from producing or developing but cause so much more to be born in my mind. They give birth to ideas never thought of, basis for works never conceived and life to lives never lived. I want you to understand that the wall will build up but the slightest breath from your smile or gleam from your eyes will make it come crashing down. As we work together, let us live together and as we live tdgether let us laugh and sing together. Yes, sing together the songs written by your music and my words, the music from your energy and ttne words from my feelings. My feelings for you, my want for you and my love for you. I know. You know. * * * * * * * * * * x * x * % x * * * * * * * * * * * * * •X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X * X 4! * X -X X * -X ■X * ■X X X X JF**- 1 C o m e c e l e b r a t e t h e b i r t h d a y o f S t P a t ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! a c c e p t e d b e t w e e n 4 0 0 2 4 5 - 5 8 6 0 . 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