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I liked Steve only because he was Soda's bestfriend. He didn't like me he thought I was a tag-along and a kid; Soda always took mewith them when they went places if they weren't taking girls, and that bugged Steve. Itwasn't my fault; Soda always asked me; I didn't ask him. Soda doesn't think I'm a kid. Two-Bit Mathews was the oldest of the gang and the wisecracker of the bunch. He was about six feet tall, stocky in build, and very proud of his long rusty-coloredsideburns.
He had gray eyes and a wide grin, and he couldn't stop making funny remarksto save his life. You couldn't shut up that guy; he always had to get his two-bits worth in. Hence his name.
Even his teachers forgot his real name was Keith, and we hardlyremembered he had one. Life was one big joke to Two-Bit. He really couldn't help it. Everything he said was so irresistibly funny that he just had to let the police in on it tobrighten up their dull lives. That's the way he explained it to me. He liked fights,blondes, and for some unfathomable reason, school. He was still a junior at eighteen anda half and he never learned anything. He just went for kicks. I liked him real well becausehe kept us laughing at ourselves as well as at other things.
He reminded me of WillRogers maybe it was the grin. If I had to pick the real character of the gang, it would be Dallas Winston Dally. I used to like to draw his picture when he was in a dangerous mood, for then I could gethis personality down in a few lines.
He had an elfish face, with high cheekbones and apointed chin, small, sharp animal teeth, and ears like a lynx. His hair was almost white itwas so blond, and he didn't like haircuts, or hair oil either, so it fell over his forehead inwisps and kicked out in the back in tufts and curled behind his ears and along the nape ofhis neck.
His eyes were blue, blazing ice, cold with a hatred of the whole world. Dallyhad spent three years on the wild side of New York and had been arrested at the age often. He was tougher than the rest of us tougher, colder, meaner. The shade ofdifference that separates a greaser from a hood wasn't present in Dally.
He was as wild asthe boys in the downtown outfits, like Tim Shepard's gang. In New York, Dally blew off steam in gang fights, but here, organized gangs arerarities there are just small bunches of friends who stick together, and the warfare isbetween the social classes. A rumble, when it's called, is usually born of a grudge fight,and the opponents just happen to bring their friends along. Oh, there are a few namedgangs around, like the River Kings and the Tiber Street Tigers, but here in the Southwestthere's no gang rivalry.
So Dally, even though he could get into a good fight sometimes,had no specific thing to hate. No rival gang. Only Socs. And you can't win against themno matter how hard you try, because they've got all the breaks and even whipping themisn't going to change that fact. Maybe that was why Dallas was so bitter.
He had quite a reputation. They have a file on him down at the police station. I didn't like him, but he was smart and you had torespect him. Johnny Cade was last and least. If you can picture a little dark puppy that hasbeen kicked too many times and is lost in a crowd of strangers, you'll have Johnny. Hewas the youngest, next to me, smaller than the rest, with a slight build.
He had big blackeyes in a dark tanned face; his hair was jet-black and heavily greased and combed to theside, but it was so long that it fell in shaggy bangs across his forehead. He had a nervous,suspicious look in his eyes, and that beating he got from the Socs didn't help matters. Hewas the gang's pet, everyone's kid brother. His father was always beating him up, and hismother ignored him, except when she was hacked off at something, and then you couldhear her yelling at him clear down at our house.
I think he hated that worse than gettingwhipped. He would have run away a million times if we hadn't been there. If it hadn'tbeen for the gang, Johnny would never have known what love and affection are.
I wiped my eyes hurriedly. They got away this time, the dirty I'm usually pretty quiet arotmdpeople, even the gang. I changed the subject. Got off early. Everyone sat down to have a smoke and relax.
A smoke always lessens the tension. I hadquit trembling and my color was back. The cigarette was calming me down. Two-Bitcocked an eyebrow.
Makes you look tough. Tough and tuff are two different words. Tough is the same as rough; tuff meanscool, sharp like a tuff-looking Mustang or a tuff record.
In our neighborhood both arecompliments. Steve flicked his ashes at me. I didn't think You must think at school, with all those good grades you bring home, and you've alwaysgot your nose in a book, but do you ever use your head for common sense? No sirree,bub. And if you did have to go by yourself, you should have carried a blade. Me and Darry just didn't digeach other.
I never could please him. He would have hollered at me for carrying a blade ifI had carried one. If I was playing football, I should be in studying, and if I wasreading, I should be out playing football. He never hollered at Sodapop not even whenSoda dropped out of school or got tickets for speeding. He just hollered at me. Soda was glaring at him.
It ain't his faulthe likes to go to the movies, and it ain't his fault the Socs like to jump us, and if he hadbeen carrying a blade it would have been a good excuse to cut him to ribbons.
He always does whenSodapop tells him to. Most of the time. Anybody want to come and huntsome action?
I wasn't going to ask if Icould come. I mean it. Sometimes I hate him. Darry sighed, just like I knew he would. Darry never had time to do anythinganymore. Johnnycake, you andPony wanta come? I knew Johnny wouldn't open his mouth unlesshe was forced to. On school nights I could hardly leave the house. His ring, which he had rolled a drunk senior toget, was back on his finger.
That little broad was two-timin' me again whileI was in jail. They werethe only kind of girls that would look at us, I thought. Tough, loud girls who wore toomuch eye makeup and giggled and swore too much.
Her hair was natural blond and her laugh was soft, like her china-blue eyes. Shedidn't have a real good home or anything and was our kind greaser but she was a realnice girl. Still, lots of times I wondered what other girls were like. The girls who werebright-eyed and had their dresses a decent length and acted as if they'd like to spit on us ifgiven a chance. Some were afraid of us, and remembering Dallas Winston, I didn't blamethem. Iwondered about them.
The girls, I mean Did they cry when their boys were arrested,like Evie did when Steve got hauled in, or did they run out on them the way Sylvia didDallas? But maybe their boys didn't get arrested or beaten up or busted up in rodeos.
I was still thinking about it while I was doing my homework that night. I had toread Great Expectations for English, and that kid Pip, he reminded me of us the way hefelt marked lousy because he wasn't a gentleman or anything, and the way that girl keptlooking down on him. That happened to me once. One time in biology I had to dissect aworm, and the razor wouldn't cut, so I used my switchblade.
You are a hood. These were a lot of Socs in that class I get put into A classes because I'm supposed tobe smart and most of them thought it was pretty funny.
I didn't, though. She was a cutegirl. She looked real good in yellow. We deserve a lot of our trouble, I thought. Dallas deserves everything he gets, andshould get worse, if you want the truth. And Two-Bit he doesn't really want or needhalf the things he swipes from stores.
He just thinks it's fun to swipe everything that isn'tnailed down. I can understand why Sodapop and Steve get into drag races and fights somuch, though both of them have too much energy, too much feeling, with no way toblow it off.
I looked through the door. Sodapop was giving Darry a back-rub. Darry is alwayspulling muscles; he roofs houses and he's always trying to carry two bundles of roofingup the ladder. I knew Soda would put him to sleep, because Soda can put about anyoneout when he sets his head to it.
He thought Darry worked too hard anyway. I did, too.
Darry didn't deserve to work like an old man when he was only twenty. He hadbeen a real popular guy in school; he was captain of the football team and he had beenvoted Boy of the Year. But we just didn't have the money for him to go to college, evenwith the athletic scholarship he won.
And now he didn't have time between jobs to eventhink about college. So he never went anywhere and never did anything anymore, exceptwork out at gyms and go skiing with some old friends of his sometimes.
I rubbed my cheek where it had turned purple. I had looked in the mirror, and itdid make me look tough. But Darry had made me put a Band-Aid on the cut. I remembered how awful Johnny had looked when he got beaten up. I had just asmuch right to use the streets as the Socs did, and Johnny had never hurt them. Why didthe Socs hate us so much? We left them alone. I nearly went to sleep over my homeworktrying to figure it out. Sodapop, who had jumped into bed by this time, yelled sleepily for me to turn offthe light and get to bed.
When I finished the chapter I was on, I did. Lying beside Soda, staring at the wall, I kept remembering the faces of the Socsas they surrounded me, that blue madras shirt the blond was wearing, and I could stillhear a thick voice: Soda threw one arm across my neck. He mumbled somethingdrowsily. He's just gotmore worries than somebody his age ought to.
Don't take him serious Don't let him bug you. He's really proud of you 'cause you're so brainy. It's just becauseyou're the baby I mean, he loves you a lot. I could hardly standit when he left school. The only things I was passing anyway were auto mechanicsand gym. Shut up and I'll tell you something.
Don't tell Darry, though. After she gets out of school and I get a better joband everything. I might wait till you get out of school, though.
So I can still help Darrywith the bills and stuff. Wait till I get out, though, so you can keep Darry off my back. I told you he don't mean half of what he says What's it like? I turned my head to look at himand in the moonlight he looked like some Greek god come to earth.
I wondered how hecould stand being so handsome.
Then I sighed. Darry thought I was just another mouth to feed and somebody to holler at. Darrylove me? I thought of those hard, pale eyes. Soda was wrong for once, I thought. Darrydoesn't love anyone or anything, except maybe Soda. I didn't hardly think of him as beinghuman. I don't care, I lied to myself, I don't care about him either. Soda's enough, and I'dhave him until I got out of school.
I don't care about Darry. But I was still lying and Iknew it. I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me. We bought Cokes and blew the straws at thewaitress, and walked around eyeing things that were lying out in the open until themanager got wise to us and suggested we leave. He was too late, though; Dally walkedout with two packages of Kools under his jacket.
Then we went across the street and down Sutton a little way to The Dingo. The Dingo is a pretty rough hangout; there'salways a fight going on there and once a girl got shot. We walked around talking to allthe greasers and hoods we knew, leaning in car windows or hopping into the back seats,and getting in on who was running away, and who was in jail, and who was going withwho, and who could whip who, and who stole what and when and why. We knew abouteverybody there.
There was a pretty good fight while we were there between a bigtwenty-three-year-old greaser and a Mexican hitchhiker. We left when the switchbladescame out, because the cops would be coming soon and nobody in his right mind wants tobe around when the fuzz show. We crossed Sutton and cut around behind Spencer's Special, the discount house,and chased two junior-high kids across a field for a few minutes; by then it was darkenough to sneak in over the back fence of the Nightly Double drive-in movie.
It was thebiggest in town, and showed two movies every night, and on weekends four you couldsay you were going to the Nightly Double and have time to go all over town.
We all had the money to get in it only costs a quarter if you're not in a car butDally hated to do things the legal way. He liked to show that he didn't care whether therewas a law or not. He went around trying to break laws.
We went to the rows of seats infront of the concession stand to sit down. Nobody else was there except two girls whowere sitting down front. I had a sick feeling that Dally was up to his usual tricks, and I was right. Hestarted talking, loud enough for the two girls to hear. He started out bad and got worse. Dallas could talk awful dirty if he wanted to and I guess he wanted to then.
I felt my earsget hot. Two-Bit or Steve or even Soda would have gone right along with him, just to seeif they could embarrass the girls, but that kind of kicks just doesn't appeal to me.
I satthere, struck dumb, and Johnny left hastily to get a Coke. I wouldn't have felt so embarrassed if they had been greasy girls I might evenhave helped old Dallas. But those two girls weren't our kind. They were tuff-lookinggirls dressed sharp and really good-looking. They looked about sixteen or seventeen. One had short dark hair, and the other had long red hair. The redhead was getting mad, orscared. She sat up straight and she was chewing hard on her gum.
The other onepretended not to hear Dally. Dally was getting impatient. He put his feet up on the backof the redhead's chair, winked at me, and beat his own record for saying something dirty.
She turned around and gave him a cool stare. I'd seen her before; she was a cheerleader at ourschool. I'd always thought she was stuck-up. Dally merely looked at her and kept his feet where they were. I had heard the same tone a million times: What are they doing at a drive-in without acar? I've seen you around rodeos. That didn't bother Dally in the least. You oughtto see my record sometime, baby. Want a Coke? Get lost,hood! The girl looked at me.
I was half-scared of her. I'm half-scared of all nice girls,especially Socs. Gosh, she was pretty. What's yourname? I hate to tell people my name for the first time. Ponyboy's my real name and personally I like it. The redhead just smiled. Cherry Valance. We go to the same school. I got put up a year in grade school. He's my buddy. A DX, I think?
I might have guessed you were brothers youlook alike. Saddle bronc? Dad made him quit after he tore a ligament, though. We still hang aroundrodeos a lot. I've seen you two barrel race. You're good. He's not any older than sixteen or seventeen, ishe? I've told you I can't stand it that Soda dropped out. It fitted Dally perfectly, but you could hardly say it about Soda. Johnny came back then and sat down beside me.
He was nervous, though. Johnny was always nervous around strangers. Cherry looked at him, sizing him up as shehad me. Then she smiled softly, and I knew she had him sized up right. Dally came striding back with an armful of Cokes. He handed one to each of thegirls and sat down beside Cherry. After you wash your mouth and learn to talk and act decent, Imight cool off, too.
If I hadbeen Cherry I would have beat it out of there. I knew that smile. Well, that's the way I like 'em. He stared at Johnny in disbelief. Leave her alone. If it had been me, or Two-Bit, or Soda or Steve, oranyone but Johnny, Dally would have flattened him without a moment's hesitation. Youjust didn't tell Dally Winston what to do.
One time, in a dime store, a guy told him tomove over at the candy counter. Dally had turned around and belted him so hard itknocked a tooth loose. A complete stranger, too. But Johnny was the gang's pet, andDally just couldn't hit him.
He was Dally's pet, too. Dally got up and stalked off, his fistsjammed in his pockets and a frown on his face. He didn't come back. Cherry sighed in relief. He had me scared to death. Nobody talks toDally like that. I was still staring at him. It had taken more than nerve forhim to say what he'd said to Dally Johnny worshiped the ground Dallas walked on, andI had never heard Johnny talk back to anyone, much less his hero.
Marcia grinned at us. She was a little smaller than Cherry. She was cute, but thatCherry Valance was a real looker. You can protect us. He grinned suddenly, raising his eyebrows sothat they disappeared under his bangs.
Would we ever have something to tell the boys! We had picked up two girls, and classy ones at that. Not any greasybroads for us, but real Socs. Soda would flip when I told him. I was grateful. Johnny looked fourteen and he knew it and it bugged himsomething awful. Johnny grinned. First of all, you didn't joinin Dallas's dirty talk, and you made him leave us alone.
Aid when we asked you to sit uphere with us, you didn't act like it was an invitation to make out for the night. Besidesthat, I've heard about Dallas Winston, and he looked as hard as nails and twice as tough. And you two don't look mean. You've seen toomuch to be innocent. Just not You take up for yourbuddies, no matter what they do.
When you're a gang, you stick up for the members. Ifyou don't stickup for them, stick together, make like brothers, it isn't a gang any more. It'sa pack. A snarling, distrustful, bickering pack like the Socs in their social clubs or thestreet gangs in New York or the wolves in the timber.
When Steve'scousin from Kansas came down, Dally was decent to her and watched his swearing. Weall did around nice girls who were the cousinly type. I don't know how to explain it wetry to be nice to the girls we see once in awhile, like cousins or the girls in class; but westill watch a nice girl go by on a street corner and say all kinds of lousy stuff about her. Don't ask me why. I don't know why. Oh, yeah, we found out why they were without a car. They'd come with theirboyfriends, but walked out on them when they found out the boys had brought somebooze along.
The boys had gotten angry and left. They'd decided to stay and see the movie anyway. Itwas one of those beach-party movies with no plot and no acting but a lot of girls inbikinis and some swinging songs, so it was all right. I looked fearfully over my shoulder and there was Two-Bit, grinning like aChessy cat. Then I looked at Johnny. His eyes were shutand he was as white as a ghost. His breath was coming in smothered gasps. Two-Bitknew better than to scare Johnny like that.
I guess he'd forgotten. He's kind ofscatterbrained. I couldn't tell if Two-Bit was drunk or not. It's kind of hard to tell with him heacts boozed up sometimes even when he's sober. Two-Bit stared at her admiringly.
Where'd you twoever get to be picked up by a couple of greasy hoods like Pony and Johnny? They're worth ten camels apiece at least.
Say somethin'in Arabian, Johnnycake. Against wisecracking greasers like you,probably. We thoughtwe were doing good if we could get him to talk at all. Incidentally, we don't mind beingcalled greaser by another greaser. It's kind of playful then.
I hope he don't getjailed again. Timothy Shepard and Co. Curly Shepard spotted Dallas doing it Does Dally have ablade? Tim'll fight fair if Dally don't pull a blade on him. Dally shouldn't haveany trouble. So are chains andheaters and pool sticks and rumbles. Skin fighting isn't rough. It blows off steam betterthan anything. There's nothing wrong with throwing a few punches.
Socs are rough. Theygang up on one or two, or they rumble each other with their social clubs. Us greasersusually stick together, but when we do fight among ourselves, it's a fair fight betweentwo. And Dally deserves whatever he gets, 'cause slashed tires ain't no joke when you'vegot to work to pay for them.
He got spotted, too, and that was his fault. Our one rule,besides Stick together, is Don't get caught. He might get beat up, he might not. Eitherway there's not going to be any blood feud between our outfit and Shepard's, If weneeded them tomorrow they'd show. If Tim beats Dally's head in, and then tomorrow asksus for help in a rumble, we'll show. Dally was getting kicks. He got caught. He pays up. No sweat. He sure put things into words good. Maybe hewas still a junior at eighteen and a half, and maybe his sideburns were too long, andmaybe he did get boozed up too much, but he sure understood things.
Cherry and Marcia shook their heads at his offering of cigarettes, but Johnny andI reached for one. Johnny's color was back and his breathing was regular, but his handwas shaking ever so slightly. A cigarette would steady it. I jumped up. Y'all want some? She was finishing the Coke Dally had given her. I realizedthen that Marcia and Cherry weren't alike. Cherry had said she wouldn't drink Dally'sCoke if she was starving, and she meant it.
It was the principle of the thing. But Marciasaw no reason to throw away a perfectly good, free Coke. He flipped me a fifty cent piece. We went to the concession stand and, as usual, there was a line a mile long, so wehad to wait. Quite a few kids turned to look at us you didn't see a kid grease and a Socycheerleader together often.
Cherry didn't seem to notice. He's okay. And I don't like to talk about it either Johnny getting beat up, I mean.
But Istarted in, talking a little faster than I usually do because I don't like to think about iteither. I had walked down to the DX station to geta bottle of pop and to see Steve and Soda, because they'll always download me a couple ofbottles and let me help work on the cars. I don't like to go on weekends because thenthere is usually a bunch of girls down there flirting with Soda all kinds of girls, Socstoo.
I don't care too much for girls yet. Soda says I'll grow out of it. He did. It was a warmish spring day with the sun shining bright, but it was getting chillyand dark by the time we started for home. We were walking because we had left Steve'scar at the station. At the corner of our block there's a wide, open field where we playfootball and hang out, and it's often a site for rumbles and fist fights. We were passing it,kicking rocks down the street and finishing our last bottle of Pepsi, when Steve noticedsomething lying on the ground.
He picked it up. It was Johnny's blue-jeans jacket theonly jacket he had. Suddenly he stopped and examined it more carefully. Therewas a stain the color of rust across the collar. He looked at the ground. There were somemore stains on the grass. He looked up and across the field with a stricken expression onhis face. I think we all heard the low moan and saw the dark motionless hump on theother side of the lot at the same time. Soda reached him first. Johnny was lying face downon the ground.
Soda turned him over gently, and I nearly got sick. Someone had beatenhim badly. We were used to seeing Johnny banged up his father clobbered him around alot, and although it made us madder than heck, we couldn't do anything about it. Butthose beatings had been nothing like this. Johnny's face was cut up and bruised andswollen, and there was a wide gash from his temple to his cheekbone.
He would carrythat scar all his life. His white T-shirt was splattered with blood. I just stood there,trembling with sudden cold. I thought he might be dead; surely nobody could be beatenlike that and live. Steve closed his eyes for a second and muffled a groan as he droppedon his knees beside Soda. Somehow the gang sensed what had happened. Two-Bit was suddenly therebeside me, and for once his comical grin was gone and his dancing gray eyes werestormy. Darry had seen us from our porch and ran toward us, suddenly skidding to a halt.
Dally was there, too, swearing under his breath, and turning away with a sick expressionon his face. I wondered about it vaguely. Dally had seen people killed on the streets ofNew York's West Side. Why did he look sick now? He gave the limpbody a slight shake. You're gonna be okay. I got so scared I had seen Johnny take a whipping with a two-by-four from his old man andnever let out a whimper.
That made it worse to see him break now. Soda just held himand pushed Johnny's hair back out of his eyes. It's okay.
He had beenhunting our football to practice a few kicks when a blue Mustang had pulled up besidethe lot. There were four Socs in it. They had caught him and one of them had a lot ofrings on his hand that's what had cut Johnny up so badly.
It wasn't just that they hadbeaten him half to death he could take that. They had scared him. They had threatenedhim with everything under the sun. Johnny was high-strung anyway, a nervous wreckfrom getting belted every time he turned around and from hearing his parents fight all thetime. Living in those conditions might have turned someone else rebellious and bitter; itwas killing Johnny.
He had never been a coward. He was a good man in a rumble. Hestuck up for the gang and kept his mouth shut good around cops. But after the night of thebeating, Johnny was jumpier than ever. I didn't think he'd ever get over it. And Johnny, who was the most law-abiding of us, nowcarried in his back pocket a six-inch switchblade.
He'd use it, too, if he ever got jumpedagain. They had scared him that much. He would kill the next person who jumped him. Nobody was ever going to beat him like that again. Not over his dead body But when I cameback to reality and looked at her, I was startled to find her as white as a sheet.
Not all ofus are like that. I'll bet he's jumped afew people. It was true. Dally had jumped people. He had told us stories aboutmuggings in New York that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
But not all ofus were that bad. Cherry no longer looked sick, only sad. The rich kids, the West-side Socs. I'll tell you something, Ponyboy, and it may come as asurprise.
We have troubles you've never even heard of. You want to know something? Marcia and Two-Bit werehitting it off fine. Both had the same scatterbrained sense of humor. But Cherry andJohnny and I just sat there, looking at the movie and not talking. I quit worrying abouteverything and thought about how nice it was to sit with a girl without having to listen toher swear or to beat her off with a club.
I knew Johnny liked it, too. He didn't talk to girlsmuch. Then he gave Johnny a lecture ongirls and how a sneaking little broad like Sylvia would get him into a lot of trouble. As aresult, Johnny never spoke to girls much, but whether that was because he was scared ofSteve or because he was shy, I couldn't tell.
I got the same lecture from Two-Bit after we'd picked up a couple of girlsdowntown one day. I thought it was funny, because girls are one subject even Darrythinks I use my head about.
And it really had been funny, because Two-Bit was halfcrocked when he gave me the lecture, and he told me some stories that about made mewant to crawl under the floor or something. But he had been talking about girls likeSylvia and the girls he and Dally and the rest picked up at drive-ins and downtown; henever said anything about Socy girls.
So I figured it was all right to be sitting there withthem. Even if they did have their own troubles. I really couldn't see what Socs wouldhave to sweat about good grades, good cars, good girls, madras and Mustangs andCorvairs Man, I thought, if I had worries like that I'd consider myself lucky. I know better now. Two-Bit gallantly offered to walk them home the westside of town was only about twenty miles away but they wanted to call their parentsand have them come and get them.
Two-Bit finally talked them into letting us drive themhome in his car.
I think they were still half-scared of us. They were getting over it,though, as we walked to Two-Bit's house to pick up the car. It seemed funny to me thatSocs if these girls were any example were just like us. They liked the Beatles andthought Elvis Presley was out, and we thought the Beatles were rank and that Elvis wastuff, but that seemed the only difference to me.
Of course greasy girls would have acted alot tougher, but there was a basic sameness. I thought maybe it was money that separatedus. Part of it is, butnot all. You greasers have a different set of values. E Hinton. A guide to accompany the novel 'The Outsiders' by S. The booklet includes suggestions for activities before reading the text, targeting the text and reflecting on the text.
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We thoughtwe were doing good if we could get him to talk at all. He's always hanging around stables and rodeos,hopping on a horse every time he gets a chance. Cherry and Marcia shook their heads at his offering of cigarettes, but Johnny andI reached for one. I'msick and tired of hearin' you stick up for him.