Spider loved grease. When he was a fourth-grader at M.K.E.S. he was the first kid in his class to wear his hair in a DA. and last Saturday- 11 years later- he figured he could grease up as well as anyone else on the Harvard campus.

People first saw this giant of a greaser in the Quincy House dining Hall. where he was eating Whimpies and Coney Island Red Hots.

He and his friends, Flex and Rocco, were sitting with some chicks at a big table, Larry DlCara, a greasy tough from Dorchester, was bothering their chicks, and there was no question about that Spider and his buddies weren't going to put up with it.

Flex were black, high-ankle PFC's- Puerto Rican Eence Climbers. Bright white socks- Woolworth's of Cambridge- rose from his boots to black pants, a white tee shirt, and an oversized black leather jacket. He was sporting wrap-around windshield shades and the finest hair-do north of Brooklyn, Flex claims he uses three-quarters of a tube of "New" Score in it: that way it stays in place in breezy Cambridge.

Rocco stood up slowly, and Larry backed off. Bad Boy Bobby looked over from where he was sitting in his gas station duds. The noise disturbed him. His outfit was dark green with "Bob" written over the right pocket in gold script.

It was beginning to drag, but this guy and his chick in saddle shoes and a letter sweater brought in some tunes-"At the Hop." "All I Have to Do Is Dream." etc. Some of the cool ones got up and rocked, but Flex took a bite out of his red hot and looked straight ahead. He wasn't lookin' for trouble, but he wasn't looking to avoid it, neither. He just wanted to eat.

The House Committee people gave Bad Boy ten dollars because they thought he was the greasiest guy there. They gave five to Spider because he was second greasiest and the biggest pimp. He smiled, and the toothpick in his mouth swung up, Spider didn't usually smile unless he was picking up a chick or putting a shine to his boots.

The group scrammed as soon as the chicks were passed out, and then Bobby and Spider met outside. Spider wanted to know what Bad Boy used to get so greasy. "Vitalis." They almost jammed because of that, but one of the chicks- Rosy- yelled to Spider to cool it. Spider told Bobby to watch out: he had friends.

Up in the room, Spider and his buddies and the chicks put on some of their music, but they were restless. Flex wanted to know why all of 'em didn't go up to the Square, Spider, he nodded approval and took out his comb to pretty up. But Rocco had to come in case there was a jam. Rocco was mean-looking. So they headed for the Square, and they told the chicks they could come along.

If you were hanging out on the corner of Mt. Auburn and Plympton. under the streetlight there, you knew Spider was coming before you could see him. There was always a swaggering click, click, click cause of the taps on the bottoms of his PFC's. He got 'em put on at Cappy's.

No one was on the corner, so Flex said why don't they take it over. Rocco told the chicks to go away for a few minutes so they could try to get some new chicks. But nothing came by, so ali six of them headed for the Square, There'd be action there.

The first game was staring through the passenger windows of cars stopped, at the traffic light. The girl on the passenger side would soon turn away from the driver and glance out, and there was Spider, just looking at her. She'd jump, and then reach for the lock. No one got out of the car to give Spider any crap. Spider had friends anyway.

It was a drag after awhile, so Rocco led them over to Brigham's. Other greasers looked them over. and kept their mouths shut. They went right by Brigham's and over to the Nameless. They just wanted to see a few beatniks. Just as people in there were getting shaken up about Spider and his buddies, the bouncer came over and chased them out. Told them they smelled bad, too. Spider said they shouldn't take lip like that, but Rocco told Spider he was a pimp. They scrammed.

They went looking for rich Harvard kids in the Yard. On the top floor of Thayer Middle, they walked into a room and checked it out before asking for the money. The rich kids were scared, but Flex didn't have the heart to keep shaking them up. They were heading down the stairs when one of the students came out into the hall and told Spider and his friends to stay out. That stopped them.

"Oh, yeah? Whatta ya gonna do "bout it?" Flex asked. They started back up, but this time it was Agnes who said to cool it. Up in Straus they almost laid their hands on some prepies, but the guys slipped out.