The Thrill Kids
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The Thrill Kids

Vin Packer

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The Lesson - According to Kicks... Heine pointed the knife at her. "O.K., Lady Godiva, take off the blouse."She stood motionless, unable to answer or move."Go ahead, " Heine said. "Take that piece-of-nothing off."The boy's shoulders slumped and he began to groan. "Brace, mister!" Bar shouted. He put a fist in the boy's gut, and the boy sank to his knees in the dirt, weeping helplessly. "O.K., green-belly, " Bar said. "Stay there. Your turn comes next."Dazedly the girl undid her blouse. Heine reached and yanked it off her shoulders. She stood there quivering, her pink slip plain and worn. Behind them, Manny began to cough. Johnny stood rooted to the place from where he watched."Let the straps down, " Heine said to the girl."Please. Please...""Do what I tell you." Heine held the knife menacingly. The boy began to pray softly in Spanish.She raised trembling fingers to her bare shoulders and slipped the straps over them. The top of her slip and her bra fell to her waist."Let her go, " Manny whispered. "You ought to let her go now. Huh?""Let her go!" Bar shouted. "What are you worried about, mister? We're just teaching these two juvenile delinquents a lesson. Don't you understand that, mister? We're going to teach these two juvenile delinquents a lesson they're never, never going to forget." He drew his foot back violently and kicked the boy in the groin. "Isn't that right, green-belly?"The boy's scream of pain rent the air of the summer night.

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When kids who are still wet behind their ears begin to worship a new god named Violence, then a city must sit up and take notice!
— From “Delinquency Means Failure,” New York Daily Record editorial
WHEN THE BIG BLOND BOY stepped out of the shower in the locker room of the City Boys’ Club, a voice yelled, “Hey, Kraut! Leave it on, will you?”
Naked and dripping wet, he walked through clouds of steam to the benches where the voice came from, and he looked down at a boy bigger than he was, who was sitting there pulling off his socks. Both boys were sixteen; both were tall for their age. Emanuel Pollack, the larger of the two, looked at least seventeen, and his body was more muscular, his voice remarkably deep.
“What’d you say?” the naked one asked.
“I said leave it on. I want to duck under for a quick one.”
“No. I mean, like, what’d you say before that?” “I don’t know,” Manny Pollack said uncertainly. “You want me to tell you what you said before that?” “What’s eating you? All I want is a shower.” “You said Kraut, Manny. You know? Kraut!” “I’m sorry, Flip. I forgot.”
“Yeah, like — you did forget. Like you didn’t remember at all.”
Manny Pollack stood up and unbuttoned his undershorts, letting them drop to the locker-room floor. He turned his back on Flip Heine and reached down for a towel. “I said I’m sorry.”
Heine took him by the shoulder and turned him around. He had to reach up to do it, because Pollack towered over him. He said, “How long you and me known each other, Manny?”
“Years, I guess. Years. But for the love of Pete, Flip — ”
“And all them years I been telling you I don’t dig the moniker. Right?
Pollack gave an exasperated sigh, but he did not walk away from Heine. He stood there nervously, waiting. He tried to prevent the inevitable, whatever it would be (it was always different; Flip had a great imagination), by saying, “Look, the kids at school call you that and it’s sort of catching, Flip. I can’t help it if I slip now and then.”
“School’s out, man,” Heine snapped. “School’s been out a month.”
A door slammed behind them, and another boy came into the locker room. Through the steam his form could be seen only hazily, as shadow-like he moved past them and stopped a few feet away. Manny glanced at him briefly, but Flip did not flinch. His eyes were still fixed on Manny. They were dark and narrowed and intense.
“What’re you going to do, Manny, to make me know you’re not going to slip again? Like, don’t you want to do something?”
“Flip, gee. It’s been a good afternoon. Why spoil it?”
“You spoiled it, Manny. You hung me up.”
Pollack looked down at Heine and shuffled his bare feet restlessly. He shook his head. “I don’t want to fight, Flip.”
“ ‘D I ever touch you, Manny?”
The newcomer was watching them now. Pollack felt embarrassed and uncomfortable, looking over his shoulder at him and then back at Flip. The steam made the room sweat with moisture.
Flip never took his eyes from Pollack’s face. He said, “Emanuel Pollack?”
“W-what?”
“I’m talking to you. Like, don’t you want to make me know that you’re not going to have any more relapses of the old memory machine, eh?”
“All right,” Pollack said resignedly.
“You want to do something, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Pollack whispered.
“Speak up, Manny, or I’ll think you’re insincere. You’re not, are you?” “No.” “Say it.”
“I’m not insincere,” Pollack said. There was a tense silence, and then he added, as he knew he was expected to, “I want to do something.”
Heine smiled and nodded. “Course you do,” he said. “But what could you do that would show me, Manny? I wonder …” He scratched his head in a burlesque gesture of puzzlement, and finally he told Pollack, “You know only a downright dog would call a good man Kraut. Hmm? Don’t you think only a downright dog would? Like, dogs go crawling around and they don’t know. Wherever dogs go, they don’t know and they go on all fours. Even if they want to take a shower, Manny. Hmmm? Understand?”
“Yes,” Pollack answered. He hesitated. Behind him and Heine the boy who was watching coughed. Coughed or laughed? Manny did not know. He could hardly breathe in the steamy air. He looked down at Flip and Flip’s eyes were on him. Flip had a cockeyed smile tipping his lips and he raised an eyebrow as if to say, “Well?”
Quickly, so that the words were jumbled together, but still plain to everyone in the locker room, Manny said, “I want to go on all fours to the shower for you, Flip. May I?”
“You may, Manny,” Heine answered. “Manny, you may if you really want to.”
Then as he did it, Heine did not laugh at him, but there was laughter. Laughter, and sudden applause. Before Manny ducked under the water, he heard a strange voice call to Flip, “Infinitely well done, sir! Huzzah!”
• • •
Outside the C.B.C. a half hour later, the midafternoon July sun was still hot as Flip Heine stood on the stone steps with his new acquaintance. The traffic on upper Lexington Avenue was sparse. New Yorkers had deserted the city for a week end in the mountains or on the Island. Flip mopped his brow with a clean white handkerchief and glanced at his watch. Although he was thin, his square-cut face was full and ruddy, and his nose was pudgy. Strands of his yellow hair, which he wore in a duck-tail haircut, kept falling across his forehead. He habitually pushed them back with hands that were childlike in their smallness. His lightweight trousers were pegged and pale blue, with high risers and a navy-blue suede belt resting down on his hips. His shoes were suede and navy blue, too, the same color as his silk shirt with the red diamond design on the pocket. The collar of the shirt was turned up slightly. His large brown eyes seemed restless and anxious as he looked expectantly down Lexington Avenue, and when he said anything, he turned his eyes from the boy beside him and talked to the sidewalk or the street. He mumbled his words, and his sentences were thick with the slang of jazz, which he had acquired in the past year, and which he broke into with desperate spontaneity on occasion. Already he respected Bardo Raleigh.
“You’ll like Wylie real fine,” he said to him. “Him and me and Manny hung around a long time together now. Been in the same classes in school and everything. Wylie works Saturdays till four, for his old man. Ought to be along in a minute now.”
Bardo was a somewhat short, well-built seventeen-year-old. He had a good stance, which he had proudly perfected in Sandside Military Academy, along with excellent manners, a sullen sort of sophisticated poise, and an unusual skill in the art of fencing. His hair was dark brown and combed back in a neat wave. He was a nice-looking boy, not too handsome, but attractive in a clean-cut way, with regular features and fine light-blue eyes. His smile was particularly winning, for he had good white teeth, straightened to perfection by braces when he was a child. But one seldom saw him smile. Bardo Raleigh believed that “smiling all over the place” was “vulgar.”
“It somehow is not feasible,” Bardo remarked in his contemplative, detached manner, “that you and your colleague inside would still get along after a performance such as the one I witnessed.”
“Manny’s O.K.,” Flip answered. “He goofs sometimes.”
“Pardon me?”
“You know, man. Like, he shoots his mouth off.” “Peculiar,” Bardo mused, “that he’s so susceptible to sadism.”
Flip shrugged his shoulders. He did not know exactly what Raleigh meant. He said, “He likes snakes. He has one and everything. One of his own, you know? Keeps it in his room. Man, I mean, who needs it?”
“Obviously he does,” Bardo commented. “He probably has a psychological complex.”
“He’ll be along in a minute now,” Flip said, looking back toward the club door and whistling shrilly at it. “Takes him a crazy time to dress,” he added. Again he checked his watch, searching the street afterward for any sign of John Wylie. Flip had suggested to Bardo that he come along with the three of them, and Bardo had said fine, he would, but where were they all bound?
“The store,” Flip had told him. “Down the street on Ninety-first.”
“What store?”
“Bernie’s. Like, they sell magazines and Cokes and they got a juke and couple pinballs and things. You know?”
“What are you going there for?” Bardo had inquired. “For? You have to go for something? We’re just going there.”
He glared at Bardo with resentment. It was the same resentment he frequently felt toward his family. They couldn’t understand why he hung around Bernie’s either.
“You got records home,” his old father would argue with him in German, “and you got a phonograph. And you got all the soft drinks you need downstairs in the place. Bring your friends home, Hans, the way a good boy does.”
“The place” was Die Lotosblume, the Heines’ small restaurant on Eighty-sixth Street near Third Avenue. Flip’s sister sang there, and his three older brothers helped run the business. F...

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