Then they were starting down a flight of stairs in Grays, and spotted a woman and her daughter coming up. a couple of feet away, Spider said he'dhandle it. He spread his legs and took his stance at the top of the stairway with his arms folded. "Where do you think you're goin?"

"I, I was just coming to see my son. But he can come out and see me here. It's all right. You don't have to move." Spider snickered and waved for Rocco and Flex to come along; they were cruising out. The woman and her daughter moved aside to let them pass.

Grease was power. Rocco, Flex, and Spider knew that. They'd been posing as Harvard students too long. It was time to return to grease for good; every night. Had to get respect from the people, and grease was the only way.

Only a little while until the Sha Na Na concert over at Rindge. Then they spotted these two chicks, and the three of them started following. The girls sped up, but so did the click, click of Spider's PFC's. "Youse girls is nice looking." Flex said. He always made the first pass. They sped up again, and so did the click.

"Keep walkin," one girl said to her friend. There was no choice, really. Rocco wasn't about to give up, though. "Why don't you get lost?" one of the chicks asked them. The guys stopped.

"Aw. screw em !" Spider said, and the three turned around to rejoin their three chicks, who were waiting at the gate. Anyway, it was time to head for Rindge. Jocy and his gang from New Quincy was supposed to show carly, too. And that meant Big Will would be there. Flex and his crowd were from old Quincy.

Big Will was there, all right. He was brandishing this heavy chain as he leaned on a parking meter outside. "Hey, Jocy, Heah comes Spida and his buddies." Big Will advised his leader.

Big Will looked down at Spider and Flex when they walked up. "Hi pretty boys. Watch yourselves; this is owa toif." They just looked at Will and at his chain, and headed inside.

Harvard's been around for almost 350 years, and some great things have happened here. Recently, some of the outstanding events have been the 1943 fencing duel with real swords on a Weld stairway and the Harvard-Yale football game in 1968. But anyone at Rindge that May 2 will vow that what happened there that night constituted Harvard's finest five hours. Some members of the crowd were so overcome that they were talking about turning Harvard into a grease state.

Sha Na Na went through its routine twice-while people danced in the aisles and on the edge of the balcony. Big Will was up there in the balcony dancing without his shirt. Flex was going to throw a beer can at him, but Rocco said not to waste the can. Once when one of the guitarists came down on the floor, some guy ran over and kissed him. There were three encores.

"Thise audience was as greasy, if not greasier than, any audience we've ever had." Dan York said afterwards. York used to be a sissy, singing in a church choirs, but he'd smartened up. That's what Spider said, anyway. The group manager told Flex that the 7 p.m. audience was the best they'd ever played before. Flex wanted to punch him out for putting down the 10 p.m. crowd, which rated only about tenth.

"Whatta ya use in your hair?" Spider was asking York.

"KY," he replied. "It's water soluable, among other things. I'm grease quartermaster, and the guys leave it up to me to buy the best stuff." Spider knew that Flex used the stuff, even though not in his hair.

Spider wanted to rap about while socks. "You like the bright cottons or the wooly whites?" Spider asked.

"I'm a cotton man, myself. Your feet don't sweat as much."